He was startled, but not too much. He got up, and saw the others waking everyone up.

  “Where did you guys see the goblins?” Radun asked Ty, and Chris, who were probably the ones on watch, going off the moon. “I’ll scout them out.”

  “I saw 2 that way,” Ty said while pointing north-east. “And chris saw 1 over there,” He said while pointing east.”

  He started heading north-east. He made a light construct, and made it follow him.

  He saw 2 goblins, both heading in his direction. He wanted to buy time so obviously he knocked both of them over, by spiking a ball at them. He hit them both in the head, before heading south, towards where Ty said Chris saw another goblin. When he got there the same thing happened, it was heading towards the camp, so he knocked them over.

  “Yeah, there were 3, one somewhat injured, walking towards here,” Radun said when he got back. “But keep looking, we don’t know if there will only be 4.”

  “How far out are they?” John asked.”

  “Like ten minutes.”

  “So what are we going to do?” Mr. Smith asked, acting like he would actually help, “Just wait?”

  They all ignored what he said, Radun, instead of talking to him, said, “We could use him as bait?”

  “You guys wouldn’t do that,” he said in an arrogant voice.

  “You overestimate how much we care about you!” They all said almost in unison.

  “I think that we should try to have as many people unlock more menus as possible,” Radun said. “We need to get stronger.”

  “So, we need more than, ‘have different people get the final hit,” Justin said. “We should treat it like a volleyball game. We know how to do those, plus we’ll probably get new skills.”

  “Also, I think that Ty, Chris, and Mike should get the last blows,” Radun added to his thought. “Ty, and Chris because they found the goblins, and Mike because more vitality would probably help him.”

  Nobody said anything to that, so he assumed the others agreed.

  “So, our plan is to get into a volleyball formation, and let Mike, Ty, and Chris kill them?” Radun repeated what he thought the plan was.

  Everyone nodded, or showed their agreement in one way, or another.

  They all practiced volleyball to fully wake up, and get ready for their ‘match’.

  When the first one got there, Mike, Patrick, Colin, Jack, Matt, and Justin got into 2 lines. And started their ‘match’.

  It wasn’t much longer until 2 more got there. Radun, Chris, Ty, Nick, John, and Dan. God he almost forgot about Dan, he was way too quiet.

  Then Radun’s team began their ‘match’. It, of course, started with him making a volleyball construct, and throwing it to Chris, a serving specialist.

  Chris threw the ball in front of him, took 3 steps, jumped, while moving his hand into a similar position as when he spikes, with one arm up, pointing at the ball, before hitting the ball with full force, aiming at the closest goblin.

  To everyone’s shock the goblin dropped into a good passing stance, before passing the ball back over to them, making sure to pass it over the height of a normal volleyball net.

  John jumped up and blocked the ball, and the goblin dived for the ball, instead of rushing at them. It passed it behind it, and the other goblin set it, and the first one jumped, really fucking high, and spiked it towards them.

  Radun dived for the ball, and passed it towards Nick, who set it for Dan, who aimed the ball for the closest goblin. Who got hit squarely in the head, who then grabbed the ball, and threw it towards their team.

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  “I’m going to see something, really quickly,” Radun said, before making the asl sign for time out, and the goblins started talking in a grating language that hurt his ears to hear.

  “Ok, so what the fuck?” Radun asked as he huddled with his team, making sure to keep an eye on the goblins. “On so many different levels, what the actual fuck?”

  “Who knows? I wonder what they’ll do if we beat them in a match?” Ty asked, “Do you think they’ll just let us kill them, or if they’ll go back into the forest, and get some more ‘friends’ to play volleyball with, or maybe they just disappear or something?” Ty laughed after the last part.

  “I guess we’ll just have to beat them,” Chris said with a smirk. “But seriously, why are they good at volleyball?”

  “I don’t know, maybe they practice in the forest,” Radun said with exhaustion. “On 3 let’s beat some goblin ass at volleyball.”

  Nobody did the hand thing Radun sometimes saw in movies, and he played it off as a joke.

  They got back into formation, and the next points went about the same, some rallies went longer, some shorter, they were all having a good time, hell even the goblins looked like they were having fun. Playing an actual match, against goblins, who somehow knew some asl, definitely helped with their mood.

  The fun didn’t last, because eventually they won the match, by a lot, the goblins only got like 30 points between all 3 parts. They all held their breath and waited to see what the goblins would do. They both had shame and regret written over their faces, as they pulled out knives, and almost stabbed themselves in the stomachs, like an old japanese movie about their gangsters, but Radun stopped them. He had grown attached to them.

  “Thank god!” Nick almost yelled as he watched Radun save the goblins, “I hate it, but I kinda like them now.”

  They all agreed to that, but the question still stood, “How will we get stronger?” Radun asked.

  “Do you have your notifications hidden?” Ty asked.

  Radun, after finding out that every 50th fish gave a single experience, he decided to see if he could hide notifications, because he was getting way too many. “Yeah, why?”

  “Just check them,” Ty didn’t answer, so Radun did that.

  [Pending notifications: 5 important notifications, would you like to open them?]

  [Y/N]

  After clicking yes his vision got flooded.

  [You have beaten 2 goblins, great job!]

  [You have earned: Experience, and skill experience for skills related to {Volleyball}]

  [You have gained: 2 {Low Quality} Goblin Knives {Common}]

  [You have earned the Title: Fish exterminator]

  [Title description: You have slain over 500 fish, they now know who is king. You deal double damage to none-low sapient fish type creatures, you can exhort a powerful fear aura around you, that only affect none-low sapient fish type creatures, at will, and since you now have both {Titles} and {Achievements} you have now unlocked the records menu.]

  [You have earned the title: Peace maker]

  [Description: you have formed a bond between 2 enemy groups. You are slightly more likable.]

  [You have earned the achievement: Multiracial Volleyball]

  [Description: You have found out that volleyball is more universal than you could imagine, by playing it against a completely different race. You gain a trainable instinct on whether a sentient race (is cultured) plays volleyball or not]

  When he read his new achievement he wondered if the menus had a sense of humor, before reading the last notification.

  [System Admin: Congrats on learning a new way of earning experience, good luck, all of you.]

  He wondered what made the System Admin make a note, especially one that made it seem like it was in a good mood.

  Now it was time to figure out the goblins.

  “Yo, do you two speak english?” Radun asked, while signing what he said, wondering if they knew anymore asl.

  “Yes, and no,” one goblin said, in a scratchy, almost painfully, high pitch voice, that kinda sounded fake.

  “What does that mean?” Radun wondered, with way more questions.

  “It means that we have a skill,” The second one answered. “Why should we answer your questions? You had very bad sportsmanship.”

  “I literally saved your guys’ lives, like a second ago.”

  “Yeah, but you guys were literally spiking the ball into our heads.”

  “Yeah, but we thought you were trying to kill us.” Radun said, inscritibly.

  “Ever heard of attacking first, asking questions later. Because usually you don’t get many results. Also racist much.”

  He, like everyone else, was dumbfounded, “I, what?”

  “Bitch, I said what I said,” The only thought in Radun’s head was how the goblins was quoting a pop artist. He was starting to feel light headed.

  “Di- did you just quote Doja Cat?”

  “Who?” Radun was so damn confused, and was pretty sure that if he heard anything else he would pass out.

  “It’s nothing, just a famous pop artist from back home.”

  “Yo, you guys have pop music too? I’m trying to become a pop icon,” The first goblin said, as Radun promptly passed out.

  Should I continue the story, or write something else? I have a few ideas that can't work with this story, and it doesn't seem like people enjoy.