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“Not my world, just live in it.” - The Couch Goblin

Very little is known about the creature who refers to herself simply as “The Couch Goblin.” Myths and rumors have been whispered among conspiracy sites for years. Sightings and quick glimpses are spoken about in hushed tones between people comfortable enough with each other to speak of such things. Most would dismiss the stories as imagination run wild… but… that isn’t the case. The Couch Goblin is, in fact, very real… and her story is a strange one.

Alongside our world, exists many others. Like a hall of distorted fun house mirrors, each of these worlds is both alike and different from our own. In one such world, goblins and other fantasy races are not fantasy at all. Goblins, in particular, are subjugated by humans who hunt them for the magickal abilities. By targeting the young goblings before they have become adept, these hunters can sell them into servitude as familars to mages and wizards. Charlatans who, without their familiars, would be unable to wield nature magick on their own.

The Couch Goblin was unfortunately a target of one of these hunts a decade ago. Equally unfortunate for her pursuers, however, she was a runt. Small for her age, but perfectly capable of defending herself with magick. When her situation took an even more dire turn, she found herself outnumbered and surrounded on one side and blocked by a bottomless chasm on the other. She had two choices: either accept a life of servitude, or die a free goblin. She chose the latter and leapt into the chasm.

Unknown to her, or anyone else, this chasm was a temporary gateway. A weak point in space. She soon found herself jettisoned from an abandoned dumpster and onto the the hard pavement. Scared, and alone, she found herself in a world surrounded by the creatures her kind fears most… us.

Among the trash and other discarded items in the alley was an old lone claw footed couch. The sole source of warmth in this dingy alleyway. With some difficulty, she used magick to enchant it, making it new again while also creating a small pocket dimension within it. A new home.

“Goblin not have name, k? To goblin, name pointless. Goblin are tribe. Tribe where live. Live cave, Cave Goblin. Live couch. Couch Goblin. Not rocket science.” - The Couch Goblin

The couch sat in the alley for a short time, but was quickly taken. It’s not everyday you happen upon a perfectly good free couch. But, in turn, it just as quickly found it’s way on the curb again as soon as its new owner caught a blurry glimpse of something moving between the cushions. The Couch Goblin became accustomed to this lifestyle, an almost continual cycle of adoption and abandonment. At least when the humans were away, the goblin could play. She often swiped clothing, food, and even watched the occasional TV show.

After changing hands so many times, the Couch Goblin began to get weary of life like this. She had chosen to be free, but she didn’t feel free. One final time, the couch was placed on the curb to be taken to who knows where. In the dead of night, the goblin emerged and pinned a piece of paper to the upholstery with just one word: “Free.”

The next day, a young man was driving his truck home along his normal route when he noticed the couch on the curb. As I have said, it’s not everyday you see such an exquisite piece of furniture on the side of the road, free for the taking. He quickly decides to take it but as he laboriously drags it to his truck he doesn’t notice two red eyes watching him. Little does he realize, this couch comes with a roommate.
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“Couch Goblin” is a companion comic to “Mixten Genetics.” The story starts after Ch. 3 of “Mixten Genetics” so I’m hoping to get seriously rolling with that storyline after Gobtober and start Couch Goblin maybe next Spring/early Summer. So how does a story about a interdimensional goblin insenki’d to our world relate to one about people mutated in a less than reputable genetics laboratory? Good question. I mean, I know, but I guess you’ll all have to wait to find out.

Description

“Not my world, just live in it.” - The Couch Goblin

Very little is known about the creature who refers to herself simply as “The Couch Goblin.” Myths and rumors have been whispered among conspiracy sites for years. Sightings and quick glimpses are spoken about in hushed tones between people comfortable enough with each other to speak of such things. Most would dismiss the stories as imagination run wild… but… that isn’t the case. The Couch Goblin is, in fact, very real… and her story is a strange one.

Alongside our world, exists many others. Like a hall of distorted fun house mirrors, each of these worlds is both alike and different from our own. In one such world, goblins and other fantasy races are not fantasy at all. Goblins, in particular, are subjugated by humans who hunt them for the magickal abilities. By targeting the young goblings before they have become adept, these hunters can sell them into servitude as familars to mages and wizards. Charlatans who, without their familiars, would be unable to wield nature magick on their own.

The Couch Goblin was unfortunately a target of one of these hunts a decade ago. Equally unfortunate for her pursuers, however, she was a runt. Small for her age, but perfectly capable of defending herself with magick. When her situation took an even more dire turn, she found herself outnumbered and surrounded on one side and blocked by a bottomless chasm on the other. She had two choices: either accept a life of servitude, or die a free goblin. She chose the latter and leapt into the chasm.

Unknown to her, or anyone else, this chasm was a temporary gateway. A weak point in space. She soon found herself jettisoned from an abandoned dumpster and onto the the hard pavement. Scared, and alone, she found herself in a world surrounded by the creatures her kind fears most… us.

Among the trash and other discarded items in the alley was an old lone claw footed couch. The sole source of warmth in this dingy alleyway. With some difficulty, she used magick to enchant it, making it new again while also creating a small pocket dimension within it. A new home.

“Goblin not have name, k? To goblin, name pointless. Goblin are tribe. Tribe where live. Live cave, Cave Goblin. Live couch. Couch Goblin. Not rocket science.” - The Couch Goblin

The couch sat in the alley for a short time, but was quickly taken. It’s not everyday you happen upon a perfectly good free couch. But, in turn, it just as quickly found it’s way on the curb again as soon as its new owner caught a blurry glimpse of something moving between the cushions. The Couch Goblin became accustomed to this lifestyle, an almost continual cycle of adoption and abandonment. At least when the humans were away, the goblin could play. She often swiped clothing, food, and even watched the occasional TV show.

After changing hands so many times, the Couch Goblin began to get weary of life like this. She had chosen to be free, but she didn’t feel free. One final time, the couch was placed on the curb to be taken to who knows where. In the dead of night, the goblin emerged and pinned a piece of paper to the upholstery with just one word: “Free.”

The next day, a young man was driving his truck home along his normal route when he noticed the couch on the curb. As I have said, it’s not everyday you see such an exquisite piece of furniture on the side of the road, free for the taking. He quickly decides to take it but as he laboriously drags it to his truck he doesn’t notice two red eyes watching him. Little does he realize, this couch comes with a roommate.
—-
“Couch Goblin” is a companion comic to “Mixten Genetics.” The story starts after Ch. 3 of “Mixten Genetics” so I’m hoping to get seriously rolling with that storyline after Gobtober and start Couch Goblin maybe next Spring/early Summer. So how does a story about a interdimensional goblin insenki’d to our world relate to one about people mutated in a less than reputable genetics laboratory? Good question. I mean, I know, but I guess you’ll all have to wait to find out.