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Goblin's Diary
TheCleaningCrew
I opine that this city is one of the better ones I've lived in. The guards can be powerful angry and they have too many rules. The drunkards can get damn stupid. But at least this place won't disappear on me like the last one. At least I think it won't. It had better not. If it does I'll be greener than fifty guards, and so will all the other bodies who live here. Maybe even the guards'll be angry. But it probably does no good to think about it. It's unlikely ever to happen. :: I share this house with two other bodies. One of them never comes in. The other really is a body. No life left in that one. None but what his god gives him. I suppose I serve his god too, but I only do it because when that body was alive, we were friends. Good friends. I suppose we still are. He protects me from his kin as best he can. And I'm glad to still be with him. Even if he does tear folks apart every once in a while. :: This other housemate though...he better come in soon. His personal storage chest is spotless-clean. Nothing in it. And I'm running out of room. I'll probably have to invade that one's space a little. Besides, I'm older. I should have more space. Actually I guess I do, but not enough. And nobody better mess with my things either. Might be tempting though. Some of these belongings of mine are valuable. I built myself a statue today. Nothing special, just a zombie. But I got a sense of achievement from it. Maybe I've converted more to my friend's cause than I realize .