[Game Thread] Feral Gobs on Chocolate Logs

[Wishkamon]

Originally Posted by Wishkamon

Dice FARTS!!:

1d13

4

to roll under 10...

[Yoshimi]

The First Day of the Rest of Your Life As the third question is answered correctly, Pimplepop jumps up and down for joy, seeing that his faith in the brave and clever ambassadresses was not misplaced, and the firbolg claps its hands delightedly, starting to say something. But the words are muted and indistinct, and a yellowish haze begins whirling all around Snot and Tusktooth, scented with cooking grease. The last three puzzle pieces blast away and three jets of pale-green light beam skyward from the now-revealed contents of the frame. When the haze clears, Snot and Tusktooth find themselves in the center of a strange shrine. Harsh white light streams down from humming rectangles overhead, falling on a floor of square tiles ranging in color from light to dark brown. There are chairs as well as short pews, but they do not all face forward; instead they are grouped on either side of tables composed of two rectangular halves pushed together. It is altogether the yellowest place our goblins have ever seen. The walls are painted yellow and hung with illustrations of clowns and monsters as well as uncannily lifelike paintings of humans eating or smiling beatifically. The pews and tables are bright yellow and seem to be made of some sort of thin, smooth mineral polished to an impossible gloss. The shrine's altar looks like unto a narrow shop counter, behind which can be discerned a space fully of shiny steel contraptions, and from whence a sizzling sound and that irresistibly alluring greasy odor emanate. There are weird boxes set along the altar’s top, set with colorful buttons on the side opposite the goblins, and little windows of black glass facing them. Atop the center of the altar stand three figures. Each is about the height of the two Quest Goblins, but they are so shaggy with strikingly-colored fur that the forms of their bodies cannot be discerned except for two skinny, sleek black legs upon which the mounds of fur are perched. Huge eyes stare down at our heroes from within the creatures' shaggy recesses. As the attention of Snot and Tusktooth settles on the three creatures, a chorus of buzzy voices fills their heads. "Welllcome to the Shrine at the Daaawn of Time, Heroooic Goblins. Weeee are your first ancestors, The Fry Gobblins, created by the Great God Kroc to steal fooood from greeedy humans." There is a pause, then a single voice continues. From the way its eyebrows raise, the speaker seems to be the green Gobblin on the left. "But not just any food. Weee only eat french fries!" An illusion hovers before the two adventurers of a glossy red packet filled with gleaming golden straws. A gnawing desire overwhelms them, but blessedly the image vanishes before they can embarrass themselves. The three voices unite again. "Yooou have reached your Quest goal, and now face the fiiinal decision. Answer our Questions Three, and weee will transport you to your heaaart's desire. Yooou can choose to be teeeleported home with the Prince, there to live as heeeroes all your days! But forever under the ruuule of the Queen. Or you can chooose to take the egg for yourselves and build lives awaaay from the Queeen. Chooose thus, and we will teleport you to the nooortheast, where a ship awaits to take you to your newww life!" Each Fry Gobblin then poses a question, then the three apparitions stare at you, awaiting your answers and your Choice.

OOC Doughty goblins, you have survived the most adverse of adversities and surpassed the most obstacular of obstacles. The golden egg has been acquired but it is time to decide if the Quest will be completed. You stand upon the dramatic precipice! Which way will you fall?

Scavenger Hunt Task The Ancestral Fry Gobblin Questions: 1. Are you an upper or a downer? Where is the scoreboard post for this open roleplaying game and who is currently winning? 2. Got questions? Maybe 100 of them? Find the original post by “His Pigness” describing the rules of this open roleplaying game! 3. Find the post from the big man himself… and in it you’ll find the amount raised for the 12th annual RPGX charity drive! List this post, the exact amount raised, and the total amount raised over the past 12 years for the Brain and Behavior Research Foundation!

[PlaidPeregrine]

Tusktooth the Great Gob Baker and Meanie Tusktooth Fantasy of Jungle Island riding TRex and holding pink Cupcake Tusktooth was just boggled openly, jaw slightly slack, when these moppy ancestor deities appeared with golden straws that probably tasted salty. She could smell it in the air, being the fine chef that she was. "Our heart's desire? Both of us? Hearts! Desires!" The little stinky Goblin in her adventuring clothes, white wooly caterpillar collar muddied, and toes chewed on, considered this offer greatly, turning to Snot. Turning her head back and forth and not seeing the Prince, she snorted rudely. Nope, no response. Crouching down, Tusk peeked under the tables, narrowly eyed the monster-pictures, especially of the pear-shaped purple monster with a weird…dopy - no, not a grimace, more like a doofy smile, and seemed concerned that this was also a deity of some sort. "Um. Well….Screw'm, Snot! Maybe we can have another golden egg! And run off, into the sunset, hatch out eggs somewhere safe. Dunno how a boat'll fit two dino's, and …if we eat the crew, that could be a great adventure! We can find our own Goblin-Dino-Growly Island of Picnics n' Mudbathes. We'd make a FORTUNE maybe..what's your dream, Snot?!" Tusktooth's voice rose to a squeaking tone of excitement. "We can rule our own land and teach the dinos to breathe fire! Or eat it, and fart it out!" Tusktooth slapped her hand to a table, finding this hysterical - a flame-farting dino! Now that's a good evening's worth of entertainment. "Let me tell'm my answers, and if you want to go with me, we'll become Queens! Or at least …ruffian riders and take over mounds of rotten ocean fishbones after we eat royal-worthy fried tails and eye-pudding! For US, not them!" Thinking very thoughtfully, Tusktooth scratched her wild, dirty hair and flicked an escaped crunchy beetle at Snot. "UhhUmm, a Downer?! Stoopid Uppers THINK they are winning, but nyah. You can find the insanity in the ethereal Open Roleplaying thread area.." Tusktooth swayed back and forth, wide-eyed and looking at the Fry monsters, wondering why they smell SO TASTY. ""I think this bubble of a place is where you can find the Best Piggiest PigPig and his start of many many questions. He's most admirable and stunning to behold!" The purple-haired Gob eyed her friend with the wild red hair as she tried to make a bubble with a hand gesture. "Snots!" It was her turn, her time to answer less social questions. Afterall, Tusktooth's family is from a line of question askers, and seekers, and tuggy-tuggers, sometimes going up, or down, or they just held on tight in the mud wanting to drag everyone and everything in for a good stinky, algae-filled bath.

[Wishkamon]

Snot, daughter of Snot The world dissolved around them until they found themselves in a place quite unlike any Snot had ever seen or heard of before. There was an intoxicating smell in the air, and her little tongue popped in and out of her mouth as if she could lick the smell into her stomach somehow. Three strange moppy creatures stood in front of them, somehow carrying their weight in their round, fluffy bodies as their little legs dangled and hopped about bizarrely on the shiny shiny floor. Tippy tappy. It was contagious and before long Snot was tippy-tapping in excitement too. Having struggled briefly with her morality in the real world, as soon as Tusktooth expressed a similar desire to be their own bosses, Snots incessant hopping from foot to foot increased in excitement until she may as well have been on a trampoline. ”oh, my dream? My dream…” she looked around, until her eyes came to rest on a huge, strange structure made of brightly coloured cubes and tubes at one end of the shrine. Its round tubes that snaked this way and that, and in the centre, a round clear window. Wow. ”Castle.” she responded with a certain nod. ”we can build a Big castle on the island and our t-rexy-wexys wont let any unsuitable suitors inside. An they’ll see me up there in the big round window and be like ‘Snot, time to come down’ but I won’t come down, I’ll just watch them from my window.” she rubbed her chin thoughtfully as Tusktooth give her answers. The gobliness flicked a beetle at her and Snot caught in her mouth expertly. Mm snacks. They were a good team. No bogs or frogs or stinky elves could hold them back. ”Look. I knows the final answer, but Tusky’s right. Can’t just take one dino, that’s unethical! They get lonely if they aint with their own kind, probably. How about this? I’ll tell you the answer, AND a bonus answer to another questions, FOR FREE, and if you can guess the question, You get to give us another egg! Good Gobs, she was so smart. ”see, if you look HERE- you’ll see that all those stupid wonderful human scum raised $2361 for the big-brain-place, bringing the grand total to $22,000. wow! She folded her arms across her chest and looked her sacred ancestors right in their wibbly-wobbly eyes, and asked with a determined seriousness; ”final answer is this;. But for one more egg, what is the question?”

[Yoshimi]

Choose Your Own Adventure The three Fry Gobblins stare at the Quest Goblins wordlessly for several moments after Snot poses her answer. Then they turn to each other and confer in ancient Gobblinese. To your ears it sounds a lot like Robble robble robble. At last three pairs of goggling eyes focus back on you. "Your answer is not just The Ending. Nor even just The Happy Ending. Your answer is the Legendary Ending of a Story of Great Renown. A story and an ending you will return to again and again, and will delight in sharing. One with innumerable T-Rex Eggs and Famous Quest Goblins riding dinosaurs in triumph across a realm of their very own. An ending with a Famous Quest Goblin-owned restaurant whose cuisine will be the object of Quests for other Goblins for generations. The Question to your Answer has already been asked. But we will rephrase: 1) Be true to your hearts and choose to catch a ship to a life free of the Queen. Turn to page 117. 2) Be true to yourselves and choose to complete your Quest. Turn to page 96." Your ancestors raise their eyebrows. Then The Orange One adds helpfully: "One of these choices is wrong."

OOC Clever Quest Goblins, you have managed to get the ancient ancestral Fry Gobblins to give you a hint. One choice will earn another T-Rex egg. Perhaps innumerable T-Rex eggs such as you may have dreamed. The other leads to tragedy. What's it going to be?

Scavenger Hunt Task Choose your ending!

[Wishkamon]

Snot, daughter of Snot Snot stared intently at the mop-beings, and wondered if they were tricksy, like every good goblin should be. What happened if the answer in her heart was the wrong answer? Was she about to dive head long into a ‘GOTCHA’ moment, So these deitys of gobliny gobliness could parade them back infront of the Queen and present them as the traitors they were? She looked up at Tusktooth uncertainty, thumbling with the hem of her dress. Tusky looked like the bravest, most adventur-y baker she had ever seen in her whole life. Tusktooth deserved a famous-quest-goblin-resteraunt. OH, and maybe she could be the sous chef?! She did make an excellent booger sauce… Eh, what was a little treason? And heck, maybe Treason was just the start!, what over crimes might they be able to commit if the world was their swamp oyster? "I want.. Freedom. Adventure. To see every swamp in the land…" There. It was done. She had made her choice. About three seconds later she panicked that she had made the wrong choice and threw herself at the feet of the orange goblinoid, her grovelling instinct kicking in. ”PLEASE DON’T KILL US!! We’ll be the best adventure goblins, nothing bad could ever possibly come from this I promise!!”

[Yoshimi]

The Freedom of the Seas The Fry Gobblins sigh in unison. "So be it." They don't sound angry, at least. But perhaps...disappointed? The shrine fades out around the two formerly-Quest goblins. They blink away their disorientation, and find themselves on a sandy beach at the edge of the sea. A large vessel flying the colors of the Royal Goblin Navy is anchored off into the deeper waters. It's a sight that would fill many goblins with pride! But you immediately sense that something is wrong, and then you realize...neither of you is carrying the T-Rex egg. Though it is hard to see against the rays of the sun reflecting off the shimmering water, a small rowboat comes into sight and lands on the beach. Off walks a Royal Goblin Navy captain! And 5 goblin marines! A pair of brave Quest Goblins would be excited at the approach of these renowned goblin sailors. But you are filled with foreboding. Because, you quickly realize, as the marines begin to surround you ... you are no longer special Quest Goblins, which is a title granted by the Queen. You are just regular old deserter goblins! The Captain calls gruffly, "Get 'em, lads!" Before you can react, rough hands are grabbing you and tossing you into the rowboat, which quickly casts off toward the ship. You have been gang-pressed! You wanted to see the world, and you will. At least the flat, wet, stormy part of it. But you never see Goblinopolis again. THE END

OOC Oh, no, goblins! This wasn't the epic stuff-of-legends ending you wanted. That ending is for Quest Goblins. But wait...it occurs to me that Tusktooth did not get the chance to make her choice. And what's this? I have placed my finger as a bookmark at your last decision point. Perhaps I can be convinced to turn back to the previous page and let you choose differently. Hmm, now what would make me do something so nice? How about a lovely song?

Scavenger Hunt Task If you can write a nice goblin-y sea shanty and "perform" it in your next post, we'll all put this unfortunate episode behind us and you can have another crack at that ending you wanted.

[PlaidPeregrine]

Tusktooth the Great Gob Baker and Meanie The BEST booger sauce was made in the dead of Summer, when everything was sticky, and moist AND the cicadas, plump and red-eyed verberated their loud song SO LOUD that they would mask the soft delicate footsteps of thieving Gobs who wandered to the Hooman village cottages to take clothes hanging on rope! And to steal eggs! And to borrow a too-big shovel, or a nice pair of wood crates that of which would make a nice cozy sleeping room. And when the cicadas were being shy, CRUNCH. But always remember, GrandGobba said, to take their wings off and save them for dippin' in golden booger sauce. OH GrandGobba would take dandelions, sour golden berries, and the sunshine yellow center of eggs and mush them together with mustard seeds, tree sap, and royal slime mold that could only be found growing on the fart-benches of noble Gobs. It was a sacred recipe! Oh it was sweet and sour and just the right consistency of slimy and sticky. Pure. Magic. In the Fall she included squash blossoms, or pumpkin guts, or mashed seeds with a collection of late-froggie-eggs. That was 'Slippery Snot Dip' that was always less mustardy and more peppery somehow. Tusktooth was meant for success, as was Snot, of course! She would name a Dip after her and bake a special custard pie with the reddest of dough from the reddest of beetles! Certainly they deserved another chance! They were the BEST greatest Gobs, besides the ones in other threads, but they were Threads, and this was their fate! They do not want their thread cut, leaving them to a cruel sea of, well, wet cruelty! Tusktooth shouted. "OH no! We are so DUMB. We were thinkin' of fries, and that clouded our minds. The very thought of floating salty golden sticks..wow, is it hot in here or just me overwhelmed with the best smells?" Tusktooth, being raised in the swamp with relatives closer to the pond, or on the pond, or maybe a lake! They liked fishin' and had rafts with sails. Mudlina DeFishfingers had a flatbottom boat that she hauled catfish into, and sometimes eels if she was clever enough to catch them. Gelly Eel Cake was her specialty! Her second specialty was remembering the reason why Gobs should not be on the sea, but stick to the swamps and lakes - to never go out to the dangerous, gross sea. Oh how the call to adventure and dinosaur greed makes one forget the family lessons of yore. Plus, she needed to add po-tay-toes fries to pie and needed this chance to do just that! "Snot, start a rhythm fast! Make the crickets join in, and the frogs, or …I'm sure the sacred Fry Gobs will tap their sneakers loudly to this tune." Tusktooth eyed Snot with a toothy, self-assured smile - one that looked manic and desperate, but damn, she was going to sing in the voice that could scar a hundred Elven ears. "There once was a Loosely to the beat of the Wellerman shantyGob who was sent to sea The name of the Gob was Full-a-Bees The Gob flew up. The Gob flew down. Oh no, my Gobby Gobs, no! Soon will the storm's a-come To bring us drownin' and slippery rungs One day, when the sailin' is done We'll sink in the watery blooms! Now that the Gob has learned the ropes She knows to toss over the other dopes The Gob gods will reward her with life anew Oh yes, my Gobby Gobs, yes! Soon will the storm's a-come To bring them drownin' and slippery rungs One day, when the sailors are sunk Gobby Gobs will reap in dinosaur gold! Tra-la-da-da-da Da-da-da-la-tra-da-de-da Tra-la-da-da-da-de-doo-da-tra-la-da That's my story of Gobs bein' true They toss off the sea, and revel on through! Eggs for the Queen, and glory for the Prince Oh yes, my Fry Gobbies, yes! " "Tra-la-da-da-da Da-da-da-la-tra-da-de-da" Tusktooth slapped her knee to keep the rhythm for herself, even if her words didn't always match. Hell, she never said she was a Bard! She's a Baker! With her other hand, she gave a hopeful thumb's up to Snot as she continued to quietly add more la's and da's and tra-la-dee-doo's.

[Yoshimi]

Worse Things Happen At Sea Aarghbrokeguy the Sea Demon Your rollicking sea shanty floats in the air and is whipped away on the ocean winds. Nothing happens at first, and after several days of the same shipboard drudgery you start to despair of your song having any effect. But on the fourth day, unexpected dark clouds roll in from the west, and the wind rises to gale levels. Goblin sailors scramble across decks and up masts, screaming about the ship being cursed. The ocean swells violently, and blinding rain pounds the deck accompanied by skin-flaying hail. Seething bolts of lightning strike all around the ship, until one of them hits amidships, and the great goblin vessel splits, its burning halves sinking rapidly beneath the waves. Snot and Tusktooth feel seawater replacing the air in their lungs, and the raging glass-green world around them fades to black. But as their lives expire, a vision appears on the surface of the sea, a scowling mollusk-eyed goblin with dark green skin enwrapped in kelp armor and wielding a sinister two-sided trident. It is none other than Aarghbrokeguy, the Goblin Sea Demon! He whirls his terrible trident Gutter over his head, and a pulsing black portal opens. The souls of the two Quest Goblins rise up through the rift, as mortal sensations rush back into their extremities. They blink their eyes, surprised to find themselves in familiar surroundings and absolutely alive.

Choose Your Own Adventure The three Fry Gobblins stare at the Quest Goblins wordlessly for several moments. Then they turn to each other and confer in ancient Gobblinese. To your ears it sounds a lot like Robble robble robble. At last three pairs of goggling eyes focus back on you. "Your answer is not just The Ending. Nor even just The Happy Ending. Your answer is the Legendary Ending of a Story of Great Renown. A story and an ending you will return to again and again, and will delight in sharing. One with innumerable T-Rex Eggs and Famous Quest Goblins riding dinosaurs in triumph across a realm of their very own. An ending with a Famous Quest Goblin-owned restaurant whose cuisine will be the object of Quests for other Goblins for generations. The Question to your Answer has already been asked. But we will rephrase: 1) Be true to your hearts and choose to catch a ship to a life free of the Queen. Turn to page 117. 2) Be true to yourselves and choose to complete your Quest. Turn to page 96." Your ancestors raise their eyebrows. Then The Orange One adds helpfully: "One of these choices is wrong." But you cannot fool a clever Quest Goblin twice. Having made the wrong decision and lived to regret it, Tusktooth now knows that to receive a legendary, epic ending, a Quest Goblin must complete her quest. She makes her choice. The three gobblin ancestors sigh in relief. Your surroundings dissolve yet again. As the shrine disappears, Tusktooth swears she hears three buzzy voice say hopefully, ”...the Chosen One?”

The Quest Is At An End When the world comes back into focus, you stand on the outskirts of good old Goblinopolis. The festering city has never been such a welcome sight. "Ahhhh! Look at those cheeky cheeky cheeks!" comes a voice, approaching from the road leading to your home. It's the Queen being carried in a palanquin by her royal palanquineers; she has a delighted look on her face as she takes in her ittle-bitty Pimplepop holding his oblong golden prize. The Royal Gift Goblin hurries forward to take the egg from the Prince. Then she sees her valiant group of Quest Goblins, and her smile turns into the smug grin of someone who wields the Power and knows how to look like a badass in her magnanimity. ”Snot and Tusktooth, you have survived many dangers to bring Our preshy-weshy Princy his birthday present.” The Prince jumps in the air and shouts, ”I’ll say! You shoulda seen ‘em! They tricked those stupid elves, and they beat that swamp monster with a pow and a bop!” He swings his little fists for emphasis. ”And they shriveled up those big frogs and they figured out the answers to absolutely all of my very hard questions!” The Queen scowls at her son, who stumbles backward and falls on his bottom. He smiles sheepishly as his mother continues. ”We are well aware of the magnitude of their deeds. And so…” Her smile ensmuggens further. ”We henceforth appoint Snot as the Royal Dinosaur Keeper, and we henceforth appoint Tusktooth as our Royal Head Chef, with all the rights, honors, and privileges pertaining thereto.” The attending goblins gasp and cheer and fart noisily, as the gravity of these appointments settle in. For anyone with an appellation of “Royal” is entitled to boss, browbeat, and otherwise slap around and trample over all other lowly goblins. And so, the two new members of the Royal Court are carried back in honor upon the shoulders of their fawning lackeys, ready to begin their new lives.

Legendary Epic Ending Royal Dinosaur Keeper Snot dutifully sits atop the T-Rex egg day after day in its nest of mosses and lichens in a cave warmed by steam vents. At last, one day, she feels a probing and prodding beneath her, and when she slides off, she is overjoyed to behold a small reddish-brown snout tear its way through the leathery golden shell. The Royal Family is summoned to watch the hatching, and a great feast is declared to welcome the new arrival to Goblinopolis, whom Pimplepop promptly pronounces to be “Priskilla”. The former Quest Goblin revels in keeping the dinosaur fed and conditioned for the Prince’s daily rampages through the city. And yet, Snot’s heart has a hole deep down in the middle as she mucks out Priskilla’s cave each day, for it was her understanding that the ancient and ancestral Fry Gobblins had promised her and Tusktooth dinosaurs of their own. Then one morning when she goes to greet her charge, she is thrilled to discover a creche of no less than five golden eggs nestled in one corner of the cave. Word spreads throughout Goblinopolis of this miracle, for the presence of the eggs defies everything that the denizens of that city thought they knew about procreation. Some postulate that the firbolgs had spliced dinosaur genes with hermaphroditic snail genes when developing their breeding program, but in the end everyone decides to accept Old Gpoe’s conclusion that “Life Finds a Way.” Eventually Snot has a small herd of T-Rexes to take care of, and within a year she has a thundering herd of the beasts that threaten to overrun Goblinopolis. The Queen then bids her to raise a cavalry of Goblin T-Rex riders to go forth into the world and take such territory as they could conquer to be a new goblin realm. So it is that one day General Snot leads a fearsome force atop her own mount, Marrowbell, against the Elven Forest. For their part, the elves are unable to stage a defense on account of Snot’s diplomatic immunity, and so she has the chance for a bloodless conquest, although in the end she decides against it. So to this day, Queen Snot sits atop her throne in Elfbone Castle, mistress of the most feared military in the history of the world. Royal Chef Tusktooth, being an experienced and ferocious Quest Goblin, has no problem dispatching old Pwon the Cook and disposing of the evidence in the piranha pool, in the time-honored method of Head Chef succession. Then she enters her Royal Kitchen for the first time, the mysterious final words of the Gobblin ancestors playing back in her mind. What did they mean, “the Chosen One”? And something immediately seems different in the kitchen. There is the old iron oven, the ice box, the cupboards filled with sacks of freshly-ground hinmeal. But suddenly her eyes come to rest on something she is sure was not there before. It looks like a large, shiny steel oven, but when she approaches she sees that a deep rectangular well is set in its surface, filled with dark oil. Above the well, two rectangular wire baskets hang on hooks, and beside it there is a rack with some sort of hot magical lamp shining down on it. At first she cannot understand the purpose of this device, but when she finally opens the ice box, she beholds bundle after bundle of pale, frozen straws of some sort of vegetable. She opens a bundle and sniffs. ”Tubers?” All at once she knows exactly what she must do, and empties two of the bundles of frozen tuber straws into the wire baskets. She then lowers them into the oil well, and presses a blinking red button on the shiny steel contraption. The smell that soon rises from the oil is like nothing Tusktooth has ever experienced, as if the goblin gods themselves were having a fish fry. The oven emits a beeping sound, and Tusktooth pulls the baskets from the oil and dumps the now-golden fried tuber straws into the draining rack. In a voice filled with wonder, she whispers, ”Not fried tuber straws. French Fries!” Like a goblin possessed, she enters a fever dream of fry-making, filling the baskets with frozen tuber straws, dropping them in the oil, dumping the finished product into the rack, and sprinkling them with salt. Dripping with sweat and grease, she at last turns exhausted from her triumphant pile of French Fries to find nearly all of Goblinopolis gathered around, agog and salivating, drawn by the Holy Aroma. Moving quickly, she fills small red paper packets with her creations and hands them out to the adoring and exultant crowd. Over the coming year it is all she can do to meet the demand for French Fries, for soon goblins from distant tribes begin arriving, offering the Queen great boons in exchange for a supply of the precious foodstuff. The High Priestess declares that the Time of Miracles is at hand, and the Queen orders Royal Chef Tusktooth to go out into the world and spread the Good Word. Satisfied that she has trained a competent staff to mind the Royal Kitchen, Tusktooth saddles up her tyrannosaur, Scarigold, and leads a team of her most loyal Fry Chefs north to construct a dining establishment of her own. Selecting a spot along the Great Road, where the population of constantly-hungry mud goblins were sure to provide a steady stream of customers, she oversees the building of her restaurant as an exact replica of the Shrine at the Dawn of Time, visited so long ago. Once the great Fry ovens are burning, the reputation of McGobbo’s and its symbol, the Fallen Arches, spreads to the far corners of the land, and soon there are franchises in every city and town, and Tusktooth becomes the world’s first Goblin Corporate Magnate. And once in a great while, late at night, President Tusktooth of McGobbo’s Incorporated and Queen Snot, Mistress of the Terror Lizards, steal away from their domains and meet at the edge of the Deadly Swamp. There they picnic on French Fries and Dwarf McMuffins and reminisce about the time two Quest Goblins went to the edge of the world and back again. THE LEGENDARY EPIC END