Under cover of darkness and a thick fog of fermented mushroom juice, the goblin fleet has opened up on the Squirrel Empire's forest with every Party Cannon it owns.
The Dungeon Master banned the Party Cannon from the Meat Grinder three weeks ago. The goblins have decided this does not apply to wars that are real.
"The DM may have banned the Party Cannon in his little game," said Elder Gnarltooth with a wicked grin. "But this is the real world, and here we make the rules."
Grungle Gristle, embedded with the fleet, called it a confetti apocalypse. "Exploding cupcakes! Candy-cane shrapnel! The squirrels are scattering like frightened mice, and their fortress is a swirling vortex of pink and blue streamers!"
The DM was unavailable for comment and is believed to be still occupied with his mother's sponge bath.
Ships of every size, from battleships to the Party Cannon dinghies, are pounding the forest with confetti, glitter bombs and explosive party favors. The Empire's acorn artillery has been no match for the sheer absurdity of it.
The forest is now technically the largest party in Goblin Korea's history. Nobody there is enjoying it.
