(and I cannot squeeze time for more than the pencils tonight, but the plan is to ink this as a half-assed Inktober participation)
Links back to previous years and the approximate chronology of events to be found starting here >
. I'll hyperlink stuff when I finalize the 2018 pic.
Sarah's smart advice, Jareth started the tradition of booze, bountiful royal handouts of chicken foodstuffs
and blikkin piñata whackings in Goblin City, to celebrate/obfuscate the anniversary of the Glorius Chikin Revolushun.
It's been a couple of years now, and the Goblins have taken to the events like ducks to wet stuff, and the holiday is starting to mutate away from any original meaning, as intended. The piñatas are now lucky volunteers who have fallen into His Majesty's special favour, who hand out chicken nuggets to enthusiastic Goblins young and old - in a more or less orderly fashion since the whole piñata-whacking thing also happens if they get caught. Red socks and rubber gloves worn on the head are catching on. And to Jareth's everlasting glee, younger Goblins who did not witness the original event (and the veterans whose memories have gotten a bit hazy after lots of goblin ale) are becoming somewhat conditioned to want to chase and whack black chickens on sight on the vague promise of yummy rewards - which will be splendidly convenient should the Vicious Chicken of Bristol once more rallies its troops.
Cheers to all you lovelies who've been here through the years, and the blinking newbies.