That poor animal! What were these goblins doing with a bloody, obviously dying elephant?! They must have stolen it from the zoo, I certainly don�t know where else they would get something like that. I suppose they�re planning on cooking it. But at least have the decency to put it out of its misery! Sick, goblins are just sick creatures!
I was about to leave in disgust, when I heard a loud mechanical cry.
�Mommy!�
Where did that come from? There must have been humans in that room as well, though it is not like goblins to associate with humans in any not-violent sort of way. I peered into the room through the crack, and saw little but the elephant and the two goblins. Then I heard the sound again and realized where it was coming from.
The giant elephant was emitting the human-like cries, but at this point I decided it must not be an elephant. The long tube was not a trunk of any sort, and the �blood� appeared to be some sort of thick syrup. Now that I was looking again I realized the giant �elephant� was a giant fetus, though hopefully not a real one.
Conveniently for me, the goblins pointed to the clock and shouted then bustled out the door without so much as a look around the room. The door slammed, and it was just me, alone with the fetus. Alone with the fetus. A shiver ran down my spine.
The shadows in the room were flickering, there was some candle left on in a corner. I slid down and sat where I had been standing and leaning against the wall. Now this was just too much. In Anphilia, the goblins were always trouble, but what could these little devils be plotting? Come on Sigrin, be brave. I did have an thirst to know what was going on in that room, what that monster was. But part of me didn�t want to know. Part of me just wanted to go home, puke my guts out, and forget this ever happened. The curiosity won out.
I tore around the room, reading everything, though being careful not to leave a trail. Slowly I gathered what was going on in this building, and I was pissed.
The goblins run a fake clinic. They wear human masks, offer free pregnancy counseling, and they convince women abortion is evil. They show them the fetus models and talk a bunch of shit about �your baby, your baby, your baby.� They get huge amounts of money from Christian coalition type organizations for every woman they successfully prevent from going to an abortion clinic. The goblins are just in it for the money, they love gold. It�s always a plus for them when they can reinforce oppressive power structures within the human race, and in doing so hurt our prosperity. Oh yeah, and their main fetus model was a cleverly disguised bomb.
And that was what I eventually gathered from the files throughout the room. Goblins are a messy bunch. I really don�t care what happens next. I�m tired of writing this goddamned story. Sigrin foils the goblins and shames them back to the fields outside of Anphilia. The Anphilian militia needs something to do anyway.
~~the end~~
5/23/03
Something horrible has happened in an Elven kingdom in the region. The Elven king is starting a furious anti half-elf sentiment. I fear this could turn bloody. I must go now, the air is thick with happenings, but I will write again very soon.