In a condo in Florida there lived a goblin. Not a nasty, dirty, wet condo, filled with strange substances in corners and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy condo with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a gamer condo, and that means Cheetos.
This all came to an end when the human owner of the condo was summoned to the lands of the Northwest, there to take up employ in the kingdom of Paizo. And so began the goblin's 3,150 mile journey to the home of the Creators, a Quest fraught with peril and many a Subway sandwich.
Along the way there were inns for rest with a lovely stopover at Victoria Cottage in the Elven territory of Kansas where the human's sister provided hospitality and pumpkins.
The goblin took point with his keen eyesight and hearing, ever on the lookout for something interesting, like Bear Lake in Idaho/Utah, where there were no bears.
At other times, he just relaxed and enjoyed the scenery, something Ray, the human's travelling companion and driver, should NOT have been doing.
At last, they reached the point where they could travel no farther, the mighty Pacific Ocean.
His travels were almost over, but one last obstacle stood in his way.
Success!
Well, maybe more than one obstacle...
Until at last he made his way to the Cave of Finance and found a place where he could watch humans push dead trees about. And a big stapler.
A precious stapler. The one stapler to bring them all and in the darkness bind them, in the Land of Paizo where the Raptors lie.
So ends his adventure, as well as my own journey to become a new employee here at Paizo. I've always been an avid reader of fantasy and science fiction, but only discovered tabletop RPGs around four years ago. Since then I've fully immersed myself in roleplaying and am currently a 3-star GM in Pathfinder Society. I also enjoy board games, especially cooperative ones, crosswords, and puns. Which all means I think I'll like it here.
Scott Keim
Data Entry Clerk
