The Trash Gobo Returns

[Papa Liam 960]

 

 

 

       An old, tattered raft washed upon the Curonian shoreline. Nearby, some peasant farmers rushed down to search the small vessel for valuables, only to discover a pulsing, skinny, slimey green goblin, facedown in the sand. They’d flip the odd creature over to reveal the fabled Trash Gobo, a creature of olde, said to scour the land for trash, junk, garbage, and other discarded objects, in the hopes of building something wondrous. The new generation of humans and Orcs, they only regarded the Trash Gobo as something of legend, a tale told by the elders to misbehaving children – but indeed, the Orcs of Axios would remember Tuzbug the Trash Gobo well, and his Trash Empire.

       The Trash Gobo, as the legends say, was a small Goblin who would rush come knocking on doors at night, collecting trash from anyone who’d offer. He’d return his collection to the Trash Empire, trading and selling his goods for other trinkets or coin. With the trash nobody had any interest in, he’d engineer into magnificent artifacts and weaponry, to be sold for a higher price. The ingenuity of the Trash Gobo was his greatest weapon. The Trash Gobo, and his loyal minions, were subjects of Klan Krap, worshipping Krap, the spirit of all trash related affairs.

 

       When we last saw our hero, he had diverged from the rest of the Orcish migrants to Atlas, escaping persecution for bearing an illegitimate son, by the name of Lil’ Trashy, who was promptly drowned in sewage by much larger Uruks. Drifting at sea, the Trash Gobo survived primarily off of raw fish, which wasn’t too outlandish for the Trash Gobo, who formerly resided in sewers.

       “Wub da zkah iz latz duin’,” gurgled the Trash Gobo, spitting out some seawater onto one of the farmers’ boots. Before the peasants could reply, the Trash Gobo recognized where he was, and his malnourished body sprung for joy. He had missed the feeling of solid ground, to be able to scoop up sand in his grimy palms. Immediatley, the Trash Gobo felt the instinctive urge to collect discarded belongings, and to recreate his legendary junkyard. Leaving behind the two farmers and his demolished raft, the Goblin took his skinny legs as far as he could take them, in an effort to bring back the blessings of Krap to the world.

 

If one were to ever see the Trash Gobo, he’d likely be rummaging through a garbage can.

[Whiplash 466]

Spoiler

 

Alexandra, once an investor in Klan Krap, kicks her legs up onto her desk, and pushes back her hair.

“Pfft. Perhaps I didn’t waste that money.”

[_Jandy_ 3519]

Spoiler

Long have we awaited

Trash has been created

All of it accumulated

His return is belated

But Krugmar is elated

Our trash will be donated

The garbage liberated

~fin

 

[osumanduas 1442]

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