Hunger. A burning, all-encompassing hunger consumed him. Darkness surrounded him, rendering his senses useless.
Where was he?
Who was he?
It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is getting rid of this hunger. It consumed every atom of his being, greedily trying to sate itself. But slowly, it began to be replaced by the cold and numb blanket of darkness. This isn't so bad... he thought to himself.
Every part of his being faded away into nothing, abandoning his physical shell.
But then, a light destroyed the comforting dark.
And the hunger returned.
...
He opened his eyes to see a massive creature, easily 5 times his height. His mind raced, looking for a way to esape this monolithic monstrosity, before he suddenly calmed, his mind being eased by the creature's appearance. Wrinkles covered nearly every inch of skin, very little of which was covered by a small strip of cloth that circled the creature's waist. A large beard of white hair also alluded to this creature's age. As he observed the creature, a word came to the forefront of his mind.
Goblin
A strange word. A foreign, alien one. One you wouldn't want to be in the same room with. But it also felt... right. It fit like a glove in his mind, latching on like a parasite. He attempted to move his body to rid himself of the word.
Green
A small slab of meat, light green and weak, was held out in front of him. Arm... This is my arm... The old goblin smiled down at him.
"Come little ones. Time to wake."
Somehow... He could understand the old goblin's words. He had never heard these strange mutterings... He didn't even know what that strange flesh hole was called-
Mouth
Once again, his mind echoed back a wordfor the old goblin. The elderly goblin dropped a small object next to him. Soon, darkness surrounded him, blinding him... But it didn't deaf him.
Words, far more garbled than the old goblin's, filled the dark space. As these words reached his ears, his see places-eyes began to adjust. The words were coming from several small green beings. He look at the object that the old goblin gave him. A small, blue rock, perfectly featureless and round sat beside him. This time, the word that his mind supplied slipped out of his mouth and into the dark cave.
"Mwine..."
His mind turned in mechanical rhythm, generating countless words as he looked all around.