Home is very far and Victory is very heavy.
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Dear Rider,
I have returned! I eagerly await your arrival, so that you may become overwhelmed by my Victory, bow down, and kiss my fungi encrusted feet.
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Dear Rider,
I forgive that your uncanny Canine almost ripped my hand off. But just this once. Because there is beyond No doubt that all of your jaws will drop upon the ground when I show you my Victory! Please, No autographs.
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Dear Rider,
How rude. This is not how you promote victorious goblins. This is how you scare and belittle. I would know. We've gone through this more times than I can count. And I can count lots. ...So what if I nibbled on my maggot-infested Victory who'd only look like a big dumb owl if its head was mounted to the wall!
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Dear Rider,
I overreacted before I left. I am not sorry. Next time, that dagger WILL fly, shut your HECKLING holes, and then you'll HAVE to let me join.
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Dear Rider,
Weakness Overtook Me. I almost listened to you. Ew. But now, I have a new idea! A better idea. Mostly involving you begging me to join when I bring in my next Victory.
Grit, a scrappy goblin, only wants one thing in life: To join the Riders.
Instead, he joined up with a deer.
Sit back and enjoy the ride as this uncanny duo's 'Join the Dream Team' schemes begin to inadvertently challenge the Riders' ruthless traditions and turn goblin life upside down... or right side up.
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