I turned left to the other door and cut loose four rounds of the shotgun on the goblins guarding that entrance. They flew all over the place, kinda like a lizard in a microwave. I looked towards the front of the church, and my blood started to boil a little. The goblins had broken into the communion wine and were drunk as skunks all over the sanctuary, jumping on pews, swinging from chandeliers and generally making an unholy mess of things. But the part that got me was the there was a goblin on the pulpit eating the Bible. Now it was a Methodist church, and I’ve got my own views on religion that sometimes differ from that of my employer, but it’s never cool to see a monster that lives in a mine eating anybody’s holy book. So I slung the shotgun around on its strap, drew Bertha, and blew th
