The goblins of goblin town have an interesting social structure. Like the humans they were created from, they have language and tastes.
They love and revere their king, following his directions in all things.
In death, they know that King Rinke will recycle them into new and useful forms and are content.
Their biology allows them to enjoy more myriad pleasures than mere humans can comprehend.
Ellisburg was a typical small American town situated in New York. Then, in 2001, Jamie Rinke had a trigger event, followed by a crime spree that lasted the span of a few days. Ellisburg disappeared from the grid, with no communication or power and no cars or people leaving the area. The authorities sent a small force of heroes, who gave a brief report before defaulting to radio silence.
They were beset by creatures pulled from the most fantastic dreams and the most horrible nightmares. They retreated, unable to stop the creatures' creator, Rinke, who now called himself Nilbog. Who had successfully killed all the inhabitants and made replacements from their corpses. His 'children.'
The city was walled in by the PRT, whose Thinkers warned them that Nilbog had created countermeasures should they bomb or find some other way to attack Ellisburg.
Ellisburg was maintained in a state resembling a fantasy kingdom by Nilbog's creatures. In order to protect his Kingdom and its children Nilbog fortified it, adding deterrent organisms. These efforts were detected by the PRT and was one of the many reasons they did not remove him.
↑Cities that break from this convention but nonetheless have departments are named with special designations. These were originally compass points, but devolved after the number of departments increased and things fell out of order, starting with Montreal. Of note are:
↑ 4.04.14.2Those of her kind who ventured into the human’s civilization didn’t tend to return. She knew it was a risk. She knew she had a one percent chance when it came to this. She’d said her goodbyes accordingly.
Blackspot would be left in charge. He’d been unwell lately, and he might be too unwell to lead their group. He was thirteen and that made him old, and after their discussion, her communicating in broken English and gesture and him communicating in chirp, he’d agreed. She suspected he’d made the decision because he hoped she would bring their king back somehow. It was Blackspot’s only chance at being recycled and made into new life.
Lump would be second in command. Lump had been injured a year ago, after running into humans. He barely moved now. When he died, the group would be more free to move, but they wouldn’t leave him behind until then.
” A bloated, coarse-looking creature lay on the ground, almost like a potato made of hair and flesh. Smaller things were busy carving gouges and holes into it.
The resulting wounds regenerated, but not before the smaller creatures inserted body parts into the openings, allowing the regenerated flesh to close tight but not close completely.
I averted my eyes from the scene, content with not letting my brain register which parts were being inserted and what they were doing after the fact.”
Seems pretty cut and dry to me
[...] Wildbow: Please understand where I was confused – there weren’t knives involved, and the event was consensual on all sides. Blue and Orange sexuality/amusement, if you will. - Comment on Sting 26.4
↑RedX:Twenty years of fallout cleanup is better than everyone dying to uberlocasts. It's arguably better than the moral and psychologial hazard of letting Nilbog continue to exist.
Wildnow: I find there's a trend, and you definitely see it highlighted in PRT quest, but you see it in arguments like this too.
The first mistake people make is forgetting the person involved. Nilbog was a human once, who watched TV and rented movies. He was lonely, odd, but fairly intelligent.
He has a sense about nuclear weapons. He knows about armies and all that. Crazy as he becomes, he retains that.
That's the first mistake. Forgetting that there's a man there, spending weeks and days with his creations, he loves them, they're his art, his existence. But he has his good moments, and he has his depressive, paranoid moments, where he thinks about how they're dying a little faster every generation, and that there's a very real possibility that people might try to assassinate him, or take his creations away from him by fire, gun, or bomb.
He thinks about these things. He dwells on them, and he takes measures. [...] The PRT has a sense of this. They consider every threat, and they have thinkers and Dragon working to monitor major problem sites. They get a squad of thinkers to check on Nilbog every week or two, and they get responses like "Black!" "Nine!" "Trojan Horses, Director."
They think about leaving him alone, and they get a response of "Yellow", "Three" "Poisoned apple trees, sir." from the same three thinkers.
They leave him alone, they keep a close eye on him, they have research teams and tinkers work on developing ideas that might get a response from the thinkers that isn't quite so grave, and they keep things quiet, so the public doesn't realize how dangerous that particular situation really is. - Comment by Wildbow on Spacebattles
↑► Nutty Replied on August 17th, Y1 @ Boosher – This article, search for Nancy Y’s statement. People traveling across the US to get to portals are being warned about multiple threats. Word on the capevine is that with everyone having pulled out, all former quarantine zones are breached. In the US and elsewhere. Nilbog is the one everyone knows about. He’s in custody, his children aren’t. If you’re paying attention to hero groups and their movements, they’re making lots of trips out. They’re tired and people say they’re aloof. I say they’re fighting a hard fight and they’re keeping their distance from public and media because they don’t want us to know it. - Excerpt from Glow-worm P.1
↑“Hello,” the small creature on Amy’s shoulder said, voice high. A few people glanced over.[...]“You have a machine body, and you don’t smell much like flesh or blood.”
“Be polite,” Amy said.
“It’s good!” Dot exclaimed. “So special, to have something made like that. A lot of love and care.” [...] “My Red Queen does good work with a lot of love too,” Dot said.
“I’ve seen the work she does,” Sveta said. [...] “My Red Queen has fixed a few of my kind. Big ones, weird ones. She could fix you. She can make you just as wonderful in shape and strong enough you don’t need the body.” - Excerpt from Gleaming 9.8