Between the flood of treaties and everyone forgetting who they were mad at, the world had one evening of total peace.
Swords became plowshares. Tanks became tractors. Missile silos became mushroom farms. Goblins and pixies shared a drink. Trolls and humans apologized. The kraken took the night off for a seaweed smoothie. Social media filled with dance parties and unlikely friendships.
Then the sun came up. Old grudges came back. The treaties, scrawled on napkins and pizza boxes, were dismissed as drunken scribbles. By lunch, warlords were fighting, politicians were mudslinging and the kraken was back at work.
The Goblin Council of Elders briefly considered renaming Mudwick Isle "Peacetopia," then resumed bickering.
It lasted about as long as a goblin's attention span. Experts say it proves peace is possible if everyone forgets why they're angry for a few hours. The Council is investigating whether that can be bottled.
