Micky Carre

I was having the perfect day when I suddenly found myself on the wrong side of an interdimensional portal. Instead of a weekend in wine country, I wound up in a trailer park that seemed stuck in the 1980s and filled with... goblin women?

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It's wedding day! After lots of practice, we're also ready for our race: The Goblin 500. Our final projects are being completed, our weapons manufacturing empire is reaching its peak, and I'm hoping I can finally gain the next level and win the coveted and rare title of War Machine.

Our weapons manufacturing business was improving by the week, and we had more money than we knew what to do with. I kept steadily leveling up, and Blerg finally finished our racetrack. It seemed that all of these dreams of ours were finally becoming a reality.

I must save the elves from themselves. As far as vacation destinations go, ending up in a fantasy world filled with beautiful elven women, magic, and castles didn't seem that bad at first. But there's a problem: The current emperor of the elves is running a campaign of death, targeted at elven men.

With Odewyn defeated, I had the tools needed to survive the treacherous Drowned Lands. But before embarking on that perilous journey, I had work to do: not only did I need to begin construction on my home, but I had to oversee the building of defensive fortifications for the entire city.

Saving a city sure can be fun. The emperor's secret has been uncovered. He's trying to kidnap two thousand virgins so he can sacrifice them in order to become a demi-god. My plan is a simple one: ensure there are no virgins left. It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it.

Life inside the Protection Zone is thrilling beyond imagination. Every day I am drowning in luxury, adventure, and more beautiful women than I can count, a dream scenario if I can stay focused. But bikini-clad distractions are everywhere, and I can feel my attention slipping.

One horn, lots of problems, tons of fun. Kent Clark didn't have much going for him in life, but things somehow managed to get better when he found himself standing in front of an interdimensional deity after having been murdered in a botched (and highly weird) robbery.

I have met every challenge head-on and emerged victorious, but now I must face the realization that helping to repopulate the goblin race will take a lot more work than I originally thought.

Life has a funny way of throwing a wrench in the spokes. One day I was about to take my hot coworker out to lunch, and suddenly I was struck by lightning and transported to a different world. Crazy how that works.

I thought volunteering to be put into cryostasis for three days would be a great way to make some extra cash. Apparently, the rest of the world thought it would be a great time for an all-out nuclear war.

Follow the saga of Ezekiel Aurora, a man that has built a reputation as one of the most reliable middle men in the criminal underworld....

You know, life is funny sometimes. When I stumbled across a strange weather phenomenon in the middle of the woods, I could have sworn that it was just a prank from one of my friends. But the truth was, it was a portal, and as soon as I touched it I found myself in a new world....

With the sale of our first magical knife, our weapons manufacturing business was off to a strong start. Cash was flowing and spirits were high. We tried to push ourselves, to advance our technology a bit and come up with something new and exciting.

I was having the perfect day when I suddenly found myself on the wrong side of an interdimensional portal. Instead of a weekend in wine country, I wound up in a trailer park that seemed stuck in the 1980s and filled with... goblin women?

My life wasn't that exciting; a degree in engineering, a small flat in London, and an ex-girlfriend who still texted me when she was drunk. Every day was a bore. Everything changed when I found myself in Lanercost, a small medieval village, with no idea of how I arrived....

Being a weapons manufacturer was surprisingly easy. At least, it was for me, but mostly because I had a magical tablet imparting knowledge and a half dozen goblin babes that worked hard, producing these things.

The immortal Lifetree, once the source of all creation in the world, has become corrupted. Nightmarish, tainted creatures now fill the realms, and the world calls out for a hero.

Having survived the Battle of Gillamoor, I now enjoyed the life of a hero. Honor has been heaped upon my name and I continued my efforts helping the goblins repopulate. But paradise is sometimes short-lived.