GOBLIN

A/N

<!> Marks change to 1st person

<?> Marks change to 3rd person

*********

The goblin dashes around crazily, showing off his raw power, its small toddler waddling dazes Sebastian as he slides his pickaxe around in exasperation. The goblin comes at him and stabs his dagger out.

Sebastian tries to dodge but his anorexic grineer body doesnt listen and the knife goes into his left arm, a small stab wound appears as the goblin pulls out his kitchen knife sized blade . The goblin dodges back from a weak slap, it snickers and pink saliva runs down its face as it licks its lips.

"S-stay away you fucking knob!"

The goblin laughs at Sebastians taunts and rushes forward, he waves his dagger wildly, he makes shallow cuts all across his foes body, blood trickles down rapidly.

Sebastian raises his pickaxe with his right arm and drops it down in a random direction, the goblin in our MCs eyes flashsteps infront of him, he stubs his little green toddler toe on the dropped pickaxe and squeals like a pig, he grips his toe and falls backwards, Sebastian raises his pickaxe again and drops it, the axe slams into this goblins chest and caves it in slightly, his Hp drops to [5/10 WOUNDED]

The goblin screams and blood flies out of its mouth, a chunk of lung is lapped up by his throat and he rolls backwards and kneels unsteadily, it raises its dagger and points it out, he rushes forward and thrusts his weapon out, Sebastian tosses his pickaxe to the ground harshly and the goblin sprints forward, he firmly places his green foot onto the head of the pickaxe on the ground and the handle flies upward and smashes his dumb face

[1/10 - Severely crippled]

The goblin falls to the ground with a thud, it clambers for its dagger that flew out of its hand

Sebastian stumbles forth and falls onto the goblin, taking his hand he wraps it around the goblin and squeezes his neck, the goblin tries to struggle but his face goes red and he soon dies.

[Congrats! Weak Goblin slain!]

[Level Up!]

[Gained + .2 strength]

[Gained + .1 allocatable stat point!]

Heh.

"I DID IT!"

[Common skill awarded!]

[Good Frisbee throw LVL:1]

[Common Item awarded: Water flask]

"wa?"

"A FUCKING FRISBEE THROW!"

"÷;@^#>#*;#*×]@("

*heavy breathing*

[Transporting to Warframe]

<!>

I wake up in a cold sweat as the sun hits my face, I look at my damaged pickaxe and let out a sigh, I clutch the full water flask and put it into my inventory

[Inventory 1/10]

I tread through my thoughts thinking of a use for frisbee throw, a godamm useless skill.

Hol up

If I remember correctly there were throwing melees in warframe. The glaive prime was OP as hell!

But how the hell am I supposed to get a glaive.

Race: Grineer[100%]

Level: 1

Status points Available: .3

Stats:

Vitality: 1

Strength: 1.2

Agility: 1

Intellect: .3

Mastery Rank: 0

[Inventory]

Strength Quote.

"USELESS DISGUSTING MAGGOT FILTHY WORM WHY ARE YOU BREATHING MY AIR !"-Councilor Vay Hek

I swiftly place the extra points in strength bringing it to 1.5

My twig arms bulge up a centimeter.

The sun is now completely in my face, I stand up and look around, everyone is at work walking down to the mines. I follow the path down to the lift and stand in wait, the lift lowers with a slow chugging, smoke blasts out as we arrive, the group disperses out quickly

I head to my assigned sector and stare at the gigantic well of rubedo. I hoist my axe and begin chopping. Shards fall to the ground as I hammer away.

I fill my basket almost half of the way full this time due to my increased strength, the same process once again and my debt has 900 credits taken off of it. I pull out my flask of water while no one is lookin and take a large chug out of it, I store it once more and lay down.

I sigh and open up my scenarios tab.

[Easy trials: ]

THE GOBLIN {LVL 1} X ]

THE GOBLIN {LVL 2} ]

LOCKED. ]

Another goblin?

Its level 2 so I dont think I can handle it.

I close the tab and go to sleep.

Sun rise, screaming and clanks of chains. Im still in hell arent I?

Damn frisbee throw.

Wait, im in a damn rubedo mine, why dont I just make a frisbee?

I head down the lift as usual.

While mining ive been thinking that there is one thing I can do while I pay off my debt, that is to get the trust of the other slaves incase something goes awry. So I have made a bit of a parody of a song from my world.

I clear my throat and get ready to sing, most likey about to get embarrassed.

"ahem."

"hmmmmm-mmmm-mm"

"My queens told me one day i would buy!"

"A galleon with good oars, sail to distant shores"

"My Queens told me"

"Someday I will buy"

"A Galleon with good oars"

"Sail to distant shores"

"Stand up on the prow"

"Noble ship I steer"

"My Queens told me" ×3

"Someday I will buy"×4

"A Galleon with good oars" ×5

"Sail to distant shores" ×6

"steady course to battle"×8

-My queens told me, my mother told me parody.

Surprisingly my whole sector began singing along with me, even the stupids were able to follow the easy queen worshipping lyrics.

The day continues as normal, well normal for most workers. I have in fact been chiseling my rubedo into a special shape. I have hit around a spot until a jutting circular middle remained, I have hit behind the jutting edge over and over and I am currently halfway through the top, I have nearly beaten out the dinner plate sized chunk of rubedo.

The day ends just as im about the whole way through so I head back up and turn in my basket. I lay down and close my eyes, just as im about to get some sleep another grineer aproaches me, its the same one who had made fun of me the first day.

"You make good tune!"

The grineer claps for me and shows a toothy grin.

"Thanks, I try to be useful."

He sits down next to me and makes small talk.

"You different, you smawt, vewy smawt."

"Eh, I have to have some strengths, say whats your name?"

"Me am Rock cause Rock hit GOOD!"

"Listen Rock, I need help with something."

Rock looks quizzically at me but with no hesitation in his dumb eyes.

I draw out a circle into the ground.

"Can you make a chunk of rubedo this shape, with the hole in the middle?"

"Mm-hmm-humm. Yes Me can do so good, I give tommorow yes."

"Great, great, If you make this for me we can sing again."

The dumb grineer claps his hand.

"See ya morra!"

Rock gets up and leaves, I lay down and rest my head. I have a big day tomorrow.

Goblin 2 is going down.