Think We Kissed But I Forgot, Last Friday Night Do It All Again
IC Date: February 15th 2026 @ 7pm | Open to those who wish to interact with a lonely goblin 
Clark walked around the residencies of all of the visitors. Some of them he recognized. Those backstabbing traitors dared to come onto his grounds and think that they could triumph and win themselves some gold? No. The goblin was not going to accept this treachery.
If anything, Clark had a plan. It may have been a small plan, but in the eyes of those who deemed him untrustworthy, it might be big to them. But to him? Oh.. he was planning nothing more than to pick some fights with some caterwauling fouls.
No doubt about it, this goblin was nimble enough to get himself into some fights. He didn't need a wand, all he had to do was utter some words and poof he could he have the evil invaders high in the air flailing over some potentially thin ice, maybe thick. A hard fall.
Oh, this plan was perfect! He just needed to figure out who he needed to attack and when. Maybe right before the figure skating match in the morning?
He walked back a few steps and slicked back his hair, wetting his hand with saliva so that the hair could have a brief moment of a glinting shine reflecting the sun.
Clark walked around the residencies of all of the visitors. Some of them he recognized. Those backstabbing traitors dared to come onto his grounds and think that they could triumph and win themselves some gold? No. The goblin was not going to accept this treachery.
If anything, Clark had a plan. It may have been a small plan, but in the eyes of those who deemed him untrustworthy, it might be big to them. But to him? Oh.. he was planning nothing more than to pick some fights with some caterwauling fouls.
No doubt about it, this goblin was nimble enough to get himself into some fights. He didn't need a wand, all he had to do was utter some words and poof he could he have the evil invaders high in the air flailing over some potentially thin ice, maybe thick. A hard fall.
Oh, this plan was perfect! He just needed to figure out who he needed to attack and when. Maybe right before the figure skating match in the morning?
He walked back a few steps and slicked back his hair, wetting his hand with saliva so that the hair could have a brief moment of a glinting shine reflecting the sun.
| You've gotta break some eggs to make an omlette, something something. |