A monstrous explosion echoed across the city, shattering windows, scaring chickens, and collapsing many an innocent souffle. One the outskirts of town, a haphazardly made stone tower leaned to one side, thick black smoke billowing from the place where the roof had once been. The tower was five stories high (by goblin standards), but it had been seven--the attic and the guest room were current raining in gravel form all over the town and surrounding countryside.
Flinzi had just blown up her house. But she'd never been more excited.
"I did it! I did it! Did I do it? I think I did it!" she chirped, waving away the clouds and picking her way over broken machinery to the epicenter of the blast in the middle of her workshop. The young goblinne removed her cracked goggles, revealing two bright golden eyes in the middle of her soot-covered fast. She was smiling so widely you could see all one hundred and twenty of her sharp little teeth.
"Finally! I've perfected my C.H.A.S.M.!" she said. "I mean, I think I have. I guess I better test it. But I bet it's perfected. It's mostly perfected. Well, it's not supposed to explode like that. But basically, it's perfected!"
She hopped up and down in excitement. "Oh boy! I bet by this time next week, everybody in the kingdom is gonna be lining up for this C.H.A.S.M.! I'll be rich! Rich and famous and rich!"
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