Hunger. The all-consuming hunger was a constant for Kishi's three days of life. Pain gripped his stomach, a constant gluttonous desire permeating his being. But, as Grandpa fed him, he began to recognize more... The world around him was small, a cave consisting of many goblins and a single hole... It was worrying. So... open. As if any creature could just wander in and slaughter all of them...

	Just as the words appeared in his thoughts on his first day, something in Kishi's mind triggered, filling itself with mental blueprints of how to protect the defenseless cave mouth. Spiked barriers, trip wires, boulder traps, and dozens of defensive measures fluttered in front of his vision. It... it scared him. But this mental function displayed it's value when he looked at the rocks littered throughout the cave floor. Once again, his brain gave him a construction that very few, if any, of the other goblins had...

	Kishi gathered sturdy sticks that the others seemed to have an infinite number of, pointy stalagmites covered in a strange red liquid ([i]blood[/i], his mind chimed in), and abandoned loincloths from the more scandalous goblins and, after numerous trials and failures, created several small pointy sticks- [i]Spears[/i]. Kishi smiled at his work, carefully hiding it in a small hole in a nearby wall for... protection.

	As Kishi began to walk towards the sleeping area, he saw hsi reflection in a puddle that dripped from overhead. Looking back at him was a goblin with plain facial features and light green eyes, the same as the skin around them. Oily, dirty, and unkempt hair littered the goblin's head, slicked back to make a hairstyle similar to a pompadour. Small muscles, more lean then bulging, surrounded the goblin's body, demonstrating just how quickly Kishi, and by extension all goblins, had grown. A loincloth, carefully chosen for it's single pocket, circled Kishi's waist, with the stone's bulge barely noticeable. 

	With a job well done, Kishi laid down to sleep, hoping to have a hearty meal tomorrow.

	Kishi woke up just as soon as Grandpa announced it. Their... Their wasn't going to be any more food? The hunger inside of Kishi awoke, rearing it's ugly head in anger. He nervously began to finger the rock once more, envisioning himself slowly fade away, becoming vestigial and paper thin. Wait... He just said no handouts! Kishi jumps from the ground, immediately running to his storage. [i]I'll just bring all of them... I'll get people to help me! I don't care if it's hard, I need food! Besides, the more people, the less likely I'll die again...[/i] Wait 'again'? Kishi shakes his head at this thought, and quickly retrieving the spears from their earthy container. He saw a slightly shorter goblin with a large, frightening scar etched across his chest, whom he recognized as Brother Xaal. Standing next to him was a smaller female with a near blue coloration of skin, meaning that she was almost definitely Sister Isurta.

	[color=007236]"W-wait! Let me come with you guys! I... I can help you! I have weapons, and we can watch each others backs!

	... Sorry if I'm coming on strong, I'm just really hungry...

	... You guys have any leftover grubs you don't want?[/color]

	Kishi holds out two of the spear he was carrying, but noticed a small, sharpened stone in Brother Xaal's hand. Kishi smiles lightly, attempting to mask the hunger he felt. [i]He looks scary, but maybe he'll help me get food... That would be nice... Besides, Sister Isurta can probably make hunting super easy. She learned to walk real quick after all.[/i]

	Kishi looked to the outside world in a strange mix of terror, excitement, and hunger.