In a den located in a deep secluded forest in deep in the shadowlands. A young goblin happens to be an anomaly among the horde, whether it be his clumsy bearings, genius intelligence, blue hair, or feelings of longing to be human. That feeling left a distasteful feeling in its heart and it tried its hardest to purge it through acts of cruelty. During the goblins fifth year, things escalated to a new level. The longing, feelings, and newfound obsession for power has nearly driven the once talented goblin insane. During its last identity crisis the goblin could hear something resounding from the crepes of its soul. “Who are you? Who am I? Who are WE? WHO? WHO? WHOOOO?” The goblin wallowing in the depths of confusion trying to fight the ranging thoughts, trying to stand tall in its identity as a goblin, a young and proud goblin. Holding his head, from fighting the agonizing pain resulting from the clash of identities. The goblin unknowingly started shouting “I’m a goblin” loudly and proudly trying to stop itself mind from being eroded by the other identity. A silhouette of a man olive skinned, blue, majestic golden eyes appeared in its mind. A vision of that man fighting against hordes of beings known as the corrupted. He lead the charge along with a being that embodied the epitome of darkness and destruction. The once again the thoughts and voiced echoed itself within the mind of the goblin. WHO? Two big letters appeared in its mind in the human language, a language alien to the goblin. Then an uncontrollable shout came resounding from the the depths of its being. “I AM” “WE ARE” “OOOOZ!!!”

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