The Goblin Council of Elders has overthrown Chairman Glurp in a violent coup, ushering in a new era of "laissez-faire chaos."
After the standoff in the Council chambers, the elders unleashed their collective magical might, not as a beam of chaotic energy but as magically summoned wooden clubs. The melee was brief but brutal, and Chairman Glurp was quickly overwhelmed by the number and ferocity of the elders, who were still in the funny robes and jingled the whole time.
"This is for the fermented mushroom ale!" roared Elder Gnarltooth, landing a satisfying blow to Glurp's backside.
"And this is for the Nicaraguan Nose Nachos!" shrieked Elder Fungella, delivering a swift kick to Glurp's shin.
Battered and bruised, Glurp was dragged out of the chambers and tossed into the street, his protests drowned out by the cheers of the goblin populace. He was last seen limping toward the public gallery.
At a hastily organized press conference, the Council announced the end of Glurp's regime and a new government based on the principles of "laissez-faire chaos."
"From this day forward," declared Elder Gnarltooth, brandishing his club, "the Goblin Nation will be a beacon of unbridled chaos and unfettered freedom. There will be no more rules, no more regulations, no more taxes! Let the chaos reign!"
The streets erupted in dancing, drinking and general mayhem. The Council has also kept the robes, which turn out to be comfortable.
