Life’s not been so bad since Mr. Dokindly opened his Barker Street School for Paupers, Wretches, Orphans and the Dissolute. Gruel twice daily and he doesn’t make you go out picking pockets like old Foghorn used to. Only now, Mr. Dokindly’s gone and disappeared and the beadle’s talking about turning your school back into a workhouse. You have until Bow Bell rings on Michaelmas Eve to rescue your benefactor, solving a mystery thick with intrigue, murder and Dickensian cliché and saving yourselves from a life of match selling and thrashings. The setting is based on GURPS Goblins, only without the GURPS. An alternative London, populated solely by teeming millions of conniving, self-serving and ruthless individuals. With green skin. A goblin’s appearance depends entirely on how they adapted to their (generally horrible) treatment in childhood. Hung on the clothesline to keep you from trouble? Then ears long enough to act as a scarf, braces and belt are your lot in life. Kept in a breadbin? Then your body is probably tiny (and breadbin shaped) while you possess prehensile toes and arms grown to incredibly length as you reached out further and further to snatch morsels to eat. Shoved up chimneys? Sooty and fireproof. Worn as a wig? Albino and wooly. Village football? Small, rotund and paralysed by violence. You get the idea.