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Over the next few minutes, Callisto briefed you on the latest gossip that the Morlocks had picked up on from their time lurking near surface dwellers. Apparently, the Goblin riots have been getting exceptionally bad these days. So much so that police intervention has become a necessary measure in some cases. No one’s seen much of Gobbie these past few weeks, but his right hand man Jack O’Lantern has been popping up left and right. If anything, he’s the one that’s been antagonizing the authorities and inciting riots.
More notably, there had been a series of bombings that had previously been attributed to those Gamer Terrorists. However, recent evidence supported the theory that the Goblin groupies(Otherwise known as “The Goblin Horde”) has been planting bombs at remote locations and setting them off to impede the progress of the companies that own the properties.
The whole thing was becoming incredibly annoying, and you were tempted to deal with it yourself at this point. But to your surprise, it wasn’t a vigilante or superhero that was stepping up to fight back against the Horde.
Instead, a new gang, calling themselves the “Pumpkin Smashers” was retaliating by hunting down anyone wearing a goblin or pumpkin mask. NYPD’s Captain Stacy has been spearheading the operation to bring both groups down, with varying degrees of success. According to rumor, he’s been working very closely with Detectives Watanabe and DeWolff on the bombing cases.
It was as if the Goblin had set your very city ablaze with civil unrest and phony speeches. You were pretty disgusted by the outcome of this shitshow, but the reaction of Nature Girl probably set you off the most.
She seemed supportive of the Goblin Horde’s “overall message”, and admired their willingness to “deal a decisive blow to the big corporations”.
Callisto looked ready and willing to slap her right then and there. Her single remaining eye blazed with anger. Not because of what she had said exactly, but because she was showing support and interest in a violent gang made up of impressionable idiots that used flashy outfits and bullshit speeches to inspire said impressionable idiots to commit violence.
Ethel looked between both women nervously, as if she knew that the situation was only a hair’s breadth away from boiling over. But before any of that could happen, a small figure stepped into view, drawing everyone’s attention.
Out of the fairy flower field, stepped a two-foot tall potted plant with spindly leaves for arms and twisted roots for legs. It almost looked like a sunflower, but the way its petals gleamed in the bright light made it unmistakable from a fairy flower.
For a long moment, no one spoke. You weren’t even quite sure if what you were looking at was real. Because, once again, standing before you was a bipedal plant creature wearing a plastic pot as a pair of pants!
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