Goblin.dev

It start in Discord hole. Uni time. No plan, no think—just three goblins in call, eyes on glow-screens, ears half-listen to boring lecture while hands poke at dumb little things that not need be made.

We call selves goblins. No reason. Name stick. Always stick.

Most things we make? Trash. Crooked scripts, bitey little bots, janky contraptions that work once—maybe—and then die forever. Good. Fun anyway. Still fun.

Even now, no big important work. Just show up, skulk around, tinker-tinker, and throw out whatever strange nonsense we feel that day.