“Get off my hill!” howled Garth the Goblin, barely audible over the rhythmic sound of the odd fire-spitting log he pointed at the invading knights. The King’s armored attack force scrambled frantically once they realized that “dispatching” the goblin as His Highness commanded would prove much more difficult than they first thought. All of the arrogant bravado exhibited on the march up the hill quickly disappeared as they desperately tried to make sense of this orc’s strange magical weaponry.
That, folks, would be the first few sentences from my short story describing ~Antimatter~‘s genre-bending scene pictured above. Any MOC that hits me in a way that can move me to begin writing a short story is definitely a good one.