Haaaaaah haaaah w-hat the hell was that thing it spoke but that thing wasn't human but at least it was weak I said to no one but myself . Looking at the body agian I notice some details I seemed to have missed due to being scared and the first thing I noticed was the it had some kind of body paintings. Mabey these are some kind of tribal marks like the native americans or African tribes use. Next was the body figure the height of this creature was around the hight of a 10 year old. It may look like a child but the claws and sharp k9s on it say otherwise.  The thing that stand outs the most was the green skin.

Putting together my knowledge of being a self certified  Neet , I mutter in a surprise tone I think this blasted creature is a goblin. Now way!! Fucking! Monsters can't exist but better yet were the hell am I damnit damnit fuck thismi think im delusional thats it I must be dreaming HAHAHAHAHAHAHA yep thats it definitely it this is not reality.  Mabey if I pinch my self I'll wake up ouch!! Man im going insane I swear okay deep breath other wise ima start ranting agian. 

Wait a minute if I rember correctly goblins usually travel in packs of 6 or greater  that means this guys has friends and they'll come looking for.  I might be able to handle one but if I get mobbed im not going to last more than  5 minutes besides I only won this time because i had more reach  then he did.  

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I better  get moving before the rest ofnthe goblin pack come back and see the body hell they might try to hunt me down and spit roast me. After taking the small dagger  I start walking the opposite side the goblin entered on I started walking .

Its been about 2 hours sense I started walking  on my walk I heard many more howls  screams and growls coming from withing the forest of deathmand nearly jumping from every noise I hear. Good thing I fell on the beach shore otherwise I would be dead around now  hmm seems I have some sort of luck huh.

Around two hours of monotonous walking and talkimg to myself(damn im lonely) j finally reached a spot I thought would be called home. A palm tree bent over that makes it seem easy to walk up surrounded by a small patch of grass the best thing I see is that its isolated from the forest and I can get stop sleeping on in trees like some king of monkey man. Getting a fire started and laying my head down I look at the stars and muter and least something on this island is pretty. Eyelids growing heavy I soon lose consciousness and had my first real good night sleep.