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5 days ago
Current You either die a hero or live and do something else.
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24 days ago
All fish dream of the stars.
1 mo ago
You cannot fathom my desire to install additional hinges in my bones.
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1 mo ago
People are always saying that murder is bad, but you know who never gets asked? The victims. I have no idea whether murder is okay or not, but I certainly know who we should be asking about it.
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3 mos ago
1200 BCE was 20 years ago. Feel old yet?
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I've been operating under the assumption we've got roughly the same knowledge and personalities as our past life, just with major holes riddled throughout our memories and new goblin instincts to alter our behaviours. If I'm wrong tell me and I'll edit what I've posted already to reflect.

Also, I'm sure nothing at all could possibly go from attacking the potentially high-level goblin elder.
Aya was interrupted from her attempts to shake the pain out of her thumb by the sound of a voice. Her name? She remembered an older looking goblin calling her Aya just after she'd first woken up, but there was a name before that, right? Was it something important? She tried to remember as worry began to permeate the edges of her consciousness but the memories were fuzzy at best... a growl from her stomach reminded her that there were more pressing issues to worry about for the time being. "I'm Aya?", she said a little unsure of herself, then feeling self-conscious she nodded, as if to confirm her own words, and let her smile widen into a wide-eyed grin that probably would have been horrifying to anyone but another goblin.

The other goblin, a female with longish ears and short black hair, had expressed interest in Aya's plans. That made her happy, even if it meant that she probably wouldn't be able to procrastinate for much longer. Not exactly used to social interaction, Aya forgot to ask the other goblin's name, instead, launching straight into explaining her ideas. "I was thinking that given we don't exactly seem to be the strongest creatures around and I doubt we have the skills to identify plants safe for eating, we'd be best off setting some kind of trap... we don't have tools either but I think we could dig a hole or set a tripwire.", the goblin rambled, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Maybe not the latter, I'm not sure I know can make a strong enough rope for that. Then we could chase or get chased by something towards our trap and beat it to death with rocks and sticks once it goes down!".

Taking another deep breath the young goblin tried and failed to gauge her sister's reaction. That plan had been terrible, hadn't it? Who the hell would want to go along with a plan that might see them getting chased through unfamiliar terrain just for a meal?

@Celsius
How intelligent are the other goblins and more importantly can they speak? @RC3
Aya burst into a fit of giggles along with the other small humanoid creatures that crowded in her vicinity as a stone once again clattered against the cave wall. Goblins she'd tentatively labelled the creatures, and more importantly, her siblings, at least as far as she come to guess since waking up only two days earlier. It was easy for her to play along with the antics of the other goblins, she felt almost used to this kind of behaviour, and as long as she did so it seemed they were content to ignore her in favour of their rock-based games, something that suited the female goblin just fine.

Aya wasn't really paying all that much attention to her sibling's games, instead, she was stuck deep in thought. She'd noticed the lack of food far earlier than most of her siblings but had wasted her time since dwelling over what to do rather than taking action. Should she leave the cave and search the forest she could see beyond for food? She hadn't a clue what was out there, it could be dangerous. Maybe she should just stay put with her siblings and hope that older goblins would show up with food? There was no guarantee that would happen... A pang of hunger reminded Aya that she probably wouldn't get to have the luxury of indecisiveness for much longer and it wasn't just her either, growling stomachs could be heard all throughout the cave.

Breaking off from the rock clacking group Aya wondered to the cave entrance, her overlarge eyes scanning through the trees as if to get a better idea of what dangers might be lurking out there. Without anyone to tell them what plants were safe to eat or not Aya figured they'd probably end up needing to hunt something and looking back to the group of goblins still clacking rocks together didn't exactly fill her with much confidence as to her sibling's capabilities. Though maybe that wasn't a fair assessment, given she'd been doing the same up until the point she noticed the lack of food. Still, what could they do? For the most part, the goblins weren't exactly physical powerhouses and lacked the tools to make up for that deficit or the time to make those tools. They were noisy and seemingly less than bright as well. Really the only things the goblins seemed to have going for them was their numbers.

"Maybe we could chase something into a hole we dig then bash it with rocks while it's down? or set a tripwire for the same effect...", Aya thought out loud, "That would require us to be the ones chasing it though... I guess we could try getting something to chase us into a trap, but that seems like a really bad idea...".

The goblin girl absentmindedly moved to chew on her thumb as she continued to muse to herself, pretty much immediately regretting the action as she recoiled from where her teeth had pierced the skin of her thumb. That was a habit she'd need to break.
Don't think you can hide your time-travelling now.
Yep, that's exactly what I was going for.
I know I was a little slow and you've already got the first IC up, but I'm hoping I'm not too late anyway. @RC3
And what if any influence does being reborn as a goblin have on one's psychology?
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