“Down, down to Goblin Town, you go my lad!” Rumor has it that the market got us down bad — so bad that the Plebs woke up one day, took a look in the mirror, and screamed. They had turned into goblins overnight! Those gnarly hands and earthy complexions could only mean one thing: They were officially in Goblin Town! Oh well, Goblin Town has its own rules and regulations. And a Pleb, usually lively and light-hearted, can get used to anything. A Pleb knows how to have his own fun: Ask a goblines...

“Down, down to Goblin Town, you go my lad!” Rumor has it that the market got us down bad — so bad that the Plebs woke up one day, took a look in the mirror, and screamed. They had turned into goblins overnight! Those gnarly hands and earthy complexions could only mean one thing: They were officially in Goblin Town! Oh well, Goblin Town has its own rules and regulations. And a Pleb, usually lively and light-hearted, can get used to anything. A Pleb knows how to have his own fun: Ask a goblines...