Gind Moblin's Questionnaire

Imagine for yourself, a cave. Now also imagine, if you would, a dump. You know the one, filled with absolutely every piece of junk mankind has sadistically tossed aside. Now fill the cave with the dump. You have now the very picture of Gind's home. Her you can build to your heart's content. Anything you can dream, Gind can make. As long as you don't mind rust, bugs, grime, some slime, and who knows what that sticky liquid is. The other benefit to living in a junk cave with no one around is that there is no one to complain about the explosions. Do not question the explosions, they are part of the creative process.

Ebay is great, and as long as these stupid humans keep throwing me free things to fix up and resell, I shall forever print money off the backs of these capitalist scum. Someday they shall once again be forced to mend their clothes, resoul their boots, and reforge their tools, but until then they shall continue to unwittingly support their own downfall. Now I must return to reworking this Macro Wave off in, or whatever they call this. The thing that makes popcorn. Popcorn is great, a miniature explosive you can eat how novel and delicious. Pop pop pop pop.

The world deserves simpler times. One day they will come about, and I shall be prepared. Until then I shall amass the largest pile of discarded materials and use them to produce enough Goblin Gadgets to make sure my kind can become the next Apex species. We shall tunnel between the junkyards, shuttle their "trash" away, and grow our power. Western Mass shall know the smell of the Junker Lord's Cave, and the sound of explosions shall echo through the forests. I shall summon forth the troops, and we shall darken the skies, cover the lands and blot out the seas. This world shall crumble and all shall know to fear the call of the goblin horde. May we reign forever.

Gind's family was tortured and eaten by the humans dastardly machines. (A Combine.) His village was subsequently flooded and many did not survive. (Irrigated the field.) His hatred for their futuristic technology and lust to return to the good old days began at that moment. An orphan, he travelled away from the only place he knew, stumbling in the darkness through rough terrain. He fell, entering a world that would truly change his luck. An old junkyard pit, filled to the brim with materials, and ideas began to flood his mind. Days later he returned to the mass graveyard of his old home, and destroyed the humans machines. The fires that spread throughout their world only fueled his hatred, and he would have his revenge on all the filthy, evil humans.

Neez Dutz - We do not question where he gets them, only that this beautiful goblin bastard seems to have an infinite supply of explosives. What wonderful goblin god sent him into Gind's life shall be repaid handsomely on the advent of goblin world, and their temple shall shine above all. Neez is Gind's closest confidant and friend, and if Gind could love Neez would have all of his hearts. 

Mo Yama - A gun for Hire, Mo excels at acquiring hard to get weapons and armors. Another blessing upon Gind's life, however their views on the humans are slightly misaligned. Mo takes a firmer stand on equality and coexistance, however believes that if he can persuade Gind to his side he could be very useful indeed.

Jiggly Squerboa - An orphan, like Gind. His village destroyed by human miners as they dug too deep and too greedily. Jiggly is like an apprentice to Gind, spending most of his time tinkering in their cavern home and attempting to impress Gind enough to go on raids against the humans.

All of the above are goblins. :)