Dreamed a bunch of goblins were trying to off a lone samurai in the middle of a checkered grass field at the park. The weeb was doing quite a lot of damage to the army, actually, the green fuckers were dropping like flies and they were starting to run out of troops when a out of nowhere a pink goblin carrying some sort of missile charged into the samurai and blew himself up along with him.

The remaining goblins cheered their victory over their katana wielding foe but had a sudden mood whiplash when they realized their hero was now dead, too.

A funeral was held at a church by the goblins later that evening, the pink goblin's fleshy remains and bone shards were given the honorary title of warchief post mortem