~ A quirky fantasy tale about the cannon fodder folk ~

"Welcome to the Hive, fresh meat. All recruiting worker goblins must be this tall to die for the Goblin King’s royal army. You’ll be distributed the standard issue loincloth and assigned to your first toiling duty. I’d learn to craft some better equipment asap, if I were you."

~ Scavenge, craft, survive and eliminate ~

"Everything you find, you may use. Humans have left a ton of useful crap just lying around. Sharing some of your loot is optional, but usually helps to achieve the common goals. All valuables and little shiny things will be contributed for the good of the Hive, right?"

~ Enforce your Hive and turn it into a thriving colony ~

"Your number one task, as a goblin worker, is to make our new Hive thrive like the glory days. Contribute for the good of the Hive, and we’ll see that the Quartermaster provides you with everything you might need. Nice new facilities and goods will make the daily grind just a little more tolerable."

~ Raise from the dingy thickets ~

"Pioneer these new and uncharted lands with great caution. Even if we are not *yet* at the bottom of the food chain, we are getting pretty close. And what I’ve seen, the new neighbors seem to get uglier than the last.

Which reminds me of your secondary objective. Try not to die for Skiggarath’s sake. Our mortuary expenses have reached their all-time high. The Goblin King is running low on workers as it is. All that highly lethal backbreaking toiling won’t just happen on its own."

~ Play solo or with up to 4 goblin friends online ~

"To make your work more jolly, I would suggest you gather a crew of more or less trusted cronies. They might be worthless dirtbags like you, but there is still strength in numbers as they say. However, their main task will be to retrieve your stuff for the next guy from your very likely dead body.

NOW GET TO WORK!"