The gluttonous Goblin rode on through the Southern Barrens, her purple hair whipped back in the wind as the rumble of her bike and the bumps of the road beneath her gently jostled her already stuffed and chubby form.
The plump emerald beauty stopped her trike at a crossroads, three paths presented before her, the first, leading to her destination of Raxorfen, the other two, appearing slightly more interesting to her food drunk mind.
The fist alternate path was old, easily missed if it wasn't for the sign, hordes of plants overgrew the dirt road and climbed up the rotten signs post. Spring of the Slo--. The last part of the signs text was unreadable, but whatever it was, a spring was always a good place to rest and look for food. At the very least there was water.
The second path was more obvious, clearly having seen more traffic. If it had a sign at any point, the short stomach-on-legs couldn't tell, though she thought that she could detect the sent of roasting meat down that path.
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