#whygoblins

...enjoying your nap there, buddy? *poke*

(I cured his poison like 5 hours ago)

For a moment, I considered getting out of Silithus and checking the Warboard in Orgrimmar. Place was buggin’ me. 

This is where I find myself. Gobbo town. Dripping oil balloons and all.

This is Snizzle. He wants to build himself an aircraft, using dino wings, to get out of the crater. Because giant angry dinos that LITERALLY SCARE ME AWAY are TOTALLY LESS HORRIFYING than trained horde windriders.

I landed a job with a goblin, who wanted me to harvest some of the local animals and loaned me the use of his special new robot. 

Meet Butcherbot! An actual robotic nightmare. 

...

See the problem with stuff like this, in the name of some goblin’s profit and efficiency, means the actual death and use of the creature is rendered indecent. Obscene. There is no respect here, nor gratitude. Just greed. 

The druids would have a stroke.