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PH Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/13/25) - ID: 259278, BD: 5 | Dealing [x15 AOE-I] * 23 = 345 DMG -> 1 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 800 EXP WC: 189

After Rosaria had her little attempt, Genma couldn't help but chuckle beneath his breath. The woman had already been a pathetic flower, unable to do anything with her own two hands. The huge goblin was almost matched in stature as Genma slid into the ring, pulling out a headsman's axe that had beheaded many of player. "Wonder if I'll leave a dent." He spoke rubbing his thumb on its polished silver edge, running it on his tongue after its sliced open. His massive paws wrap the handle tightly, pulling it high above his right shoulder. A whirling swing matched with a sharp ramp to close the gap d

A somber shove from the players she was wishing to ensnare, encouraging her to get up on stage and give it a go. In the back of her mind she was spitting fire, annoyed that she was being asked to lift a finger. But outwardly it was all smiles and honey. "I suppose I can give it a try." She spoke softly with a wink to one. Lifting her hand to have one of them help her up, she slides into the ring lifting that long black pike of hers out in front. It wasn't often she even used it, leaving most of the grunt work to her supporters and followers. The weapon illuminates in a pastel reddish pink, and

A cold and calculated man not normally suited for such a lack of cloud coverage. His pale white complexion and hair oozed past his armor, and as he walked a smaller sickle sharp like a scalpel is produced from his side. "I find you, perplexing, intriguing, and filled with potential." Hiroshi spoke in a wily chipper recount, the smallest tinge of joy on that tone. The good doctor wanted to know more and sate his rising curiosity. It wasn't often that such a prime subject was made available to the masses, and would be so willing to be experimented on. It was so good a lure it was drawing out all

A chilled demeanor as she ushers past the gaggle of neanderthals that rim the ring, causing some to double back and notice her marker before taking a step away. Without a word she steps into the ring, turning around abruptly causing her long white ponytail to sway. Her right hand lowers as frost gathers from her palm. From it grows a long point of ice, an icicle sprouting from the palm of her hand. The truth was the secret to this things defense, its durability or its power if harnessed could prove to be just the trinket the group needed. If it would be so kind as to die. A lift of that produc

Not at all welcome in these parts, but the commotion worked to really muddy the waters. The cigarette in his mouth droops as he sets his sights on some giant fucking green thing towering over most of the other players. Dreary eyes flicker with energy as he cups his mouth and draws deep. "This fucking game gets so weird at times." He remarks pulling the cigarette from his mouth and flicking off newly formed ash, exhaling a stream of smoke as he does. But the inkling scratching in the back of his head had peaked his curiosity, of reports that had commented loosely about dreams that he didn't pay

Blended in with a crowd that had happened to begin to form up, the odd spectacle had drawn all sorts. Dawned in the appearance of one of the many NPC that frequented the floor, it was quite simple to remain unseen. The test of strength that seemed to be underway had left many of questions, and the sheer immortality of the enemy in it brought even further questions. It brought his own research into question, bringing just how big of a ploy that the system intended to play upon its masses. A sentiment that needed answers, but he could not stick around to perceive the results. A flick of his arm

A large man in his own right, having freshly beat random boars and other things a lot less alive to death with his body overheard the cries of a crowd gathering around a ring. Interested in what he saw as he towered over most, The Razor would help himself past the crowd of onlookers without giving them much in the way of concern. He'd slide cleanly into the ring and look blatantly at Gob Gob, thrusting a plated hand forward before glancing around to the audience. "THE RAZOR ENJOYS YOUR TEMPLE THE GOB GOB, FOR IT IS CHISELED AND PRISTINE LIKE THE RAZORS. BUT YOUR REIGN OF TERROR WILL BE ENDED B

Such a large crowd, is there some sort of performance? The thought raced through Candice's head. The girl was already on her way to a venue to practice, and this just happened to be where she normally stayed. The guitar just recently refurbished held in her clutches, she couldn't help but be a little nosy and see what all the commotion was about. As a cat girl bounces off the ropes and clears straight over her head, the thing tucks and rolls before skipping on on all fours. The game really was littered with all sorts of people, however strange. A tilt back and forth to get a visual shows that

Hopping up rather easily into the ring, bouncing off one player and off the head of another like stepping stones. She lands in a slide on all fours, overtly and obviously eager to give this a go. "Nyah~" Lucia squirrels out in a chirp wiggling her butt as if ready to pounce, looking for the green light from Gob Gob before she would. The titan cannot help but chuckle at the absurdity for but a single moment, as members of the crowd turn to look at one another in disbelief where one unfortunate girl turns beet red. Gob Gob extends his invitation with a slow pull of his shades down, causing Majin

With all these bodies lingering around Jibae couldn't help but find herself intrigued. Her morning errands had already been handled, what amounted to grocery shopping at the towns many stalls. If that was what her proprietor wanted to accomplish then she'd oblige, given she was getting paid quite well to do it. Reaching into her hair, she'd pinch the gold hairpin that held it into its tightly woven bun. "Promise of wealth if you are defeated, to all that participate?" Jibae expressed coldly, as she walked up the side stairs toward one of its corners. Inside in all her maid glory, the players a

Her arms crossed as she looked up at the damn princess looking for approval from everyone around. "Must hurt being so bubbly all the time." Illi muttered beneath her breath, waiting for the blonde to get the hell out of the ring and let someone else have a chance. Having found some simps to make friendly with, Illi had her chance. A flicker of dark red has her weapon ooze from the ground, a long scythe almost too large to swing. The shaft is used to have her spring in leaving a black trail as she becomes opaque and malleable. Seeming to pass through spaces too small for any of it. Landing on t

Lynn couldn't help but overhear the guy hooting and hollering like a total jerk, at the festivities and what was supposed to be just a good time. "Jeez, Lighten up a little." She remarked blindly, catching a stray glare as the dude wandered away. Now that she had her chance to give it a go, she considered this an opportunity to strut her stuff. After all, these last couple days of really hitting the ground running had given her plenty to work with. Her gold bracelet on her left arm is revealed as she lifts it, and from the palm side she draws a long knife from that metal like a sheathe. A slig

A scoff at all the mundane looking goons wrapped around the ring staring dumbly into it. Anton couldn't believe they were so mesmerized by such an inelegant display of barbarianism and bravado. "The hell is the big deal?" Anton clambered up to the side as the blunette climbed out, being completely ignored. "Fuck it." Anton spat even more irritated, a spin of metallic wire springing from him and ripping him up and over like extra arms. The hood comes down to reveal his lime green hair and sour expression. "The fuck is your clothes?" The couture ripped noticing only the smallest santa hat perche

The blonde helps herself out while continuing to talk to herself all the while, acting like a total psycho all the while. Ruri instinctually pulls her hood tighter against the back of her head, as to avoid eye contact and save herself from being collateral damage. Gob Gob's little arena really drew her in, especially given the fact she was just getting back into the swing of things. No puns intended. A sputter and jerk of her body at blinding speed and she was in the ring before anyone else could even see her move, forcing her to grind to a stop and use the ropes to break her momentum. "Ok dud

After the girl before her gets out, Mokka was still turning her wrist all mega awkward to read her chat. "You think I should give it a go?" She remarks blindly to the air, scanning what appeared like nothing like a crazy person. "Ok, but if this ends up becoming bad I'm blaming you all... Tirimusu899 thanks for the sub." Mokka drops in a sudden shift in tone, brimming with joy before she unfolds her hand. "Wish me luck." Tossing her knife up and catching it reverse, she hops up onto the stage and takes her position opposing the huge looking goblin lord. "Not going to eat me or anything are you

With all the hubbub springing to life in the center of a town, Abelith couldn't help but have her attentions drawn. There were all manner of multi faceted in clearly outside the norm people taking part in this little orchestrated get together, which had her curiosity brought to a climax. A soft moan as she'd reach the side of the stage, catching an interesting snapshot of Celeste's ass as she helps herself free. "Interesting." The woman quipped and grabbed the highest rope she could reach with her less then 5 foot height. Helping herself up, her eyes flicker red and she pulls at her neck. The

"The fuck was that thing?" Celeste barked looking behind her to see if she could spot the robed figure that was just in the ring. It seemed to vanish without any real reason, perhaps it used a teleport or something. "Weirdos." The barbarian broad spat as she'd pull apart the ropes and help herself in. "Fancy yourself a bad ass?" The woman goads flicking her hair past her right shoulder, to tuck it behind her. Gob Gob simply grins and lifts both hands in a shrug, before egging her on with a curl of its fingers. "Bet, lets see if you can take the heat." Celeste barks lifting her right hand and a

Drifting without a sound into the ring, why they were here was still left entirely up to interpretation. In its silence, ERROR stands resolute in its black robe leaving no expression to convey its feeling. Gob Gob stands equally as resolute, unwavering even against such an enigma. The crossed arms that were tucked into the sleeves of its robe are unfurled, releasing the gloved hands just as ambiguous as the rest of its being. It raises high and a sudden pulsing discharge of transparent energy ripples out. The ropes wiggle as the shockwave rings out across the ring, but still it seems that Gob

"OH BOY OH BOY, ME NEXT" The girl screeches as Gaius clears the ring, clambering to its side and hoisting herself up. She wasn't exactly the strongest cookie when it came to smacking or slapping things. Crawling into the ring using the lip, it wasn't graceful nor quick. Eventually she manages using the bottom most rope like a safety line, and hopping up onto her feet. Shiina bounces on the mat, her smile wide almost unnaturally so with a sigh. "K, ready green boi? Wait where's your chair?" The girl scanned about as her attention span quickly shifted topics. The giant goblin simply shrugs befor

A couple quick steps and a vault airborne, Gaius hovers and rips his arm up. Leaving just enough time for Simmone to exit the ring while his weapon charged. All of the energy he had oozed into his weapon, causing it to shine bright like a sun. A ping on his HUD denoted his attacks preparation, and with that his arm rips down. A release has the thing become supersonic, burning a trail of silver through the air in what amounted to but a single heartbeat. The ring explodes in a column of white light, the aim to vaporize all that was within its proximity. But when the light clears, Gob Gob remaine

Trading places with her other guild member, using his spreading apart of the red ropes to slink in. From her right hip she slides out her rapier. "Why do you seem familiar?" She spoke to the huge green skinned chiseled column of flesh, to which it offered no reply. All it manages to respond with is a flex and dance of its pecks, before kissing its bicep. The rapier in her left hand surges in violet, traced to its point from the guard. "Alright then, prepare yourself." Simmone choked out, her courage shaken and the desire to get this over with growing. A blast forward and that weapon barely see

Another to the beck and call of a boxers bell, the man was almost to the same stature as the mountainous fish monster. Griswold couldn't help but feel a sense of Deja vu as he looked upon it, pulling the ropes apart and climbing in. The mallet in his right hand spins, held against his wrist by coiled chains. Gob Gob points square at his chin, then leans forward as an invitation to make a strike. "Here goes nothing." The smith barks as he winds back, dumping a payload into that jawline with every ounce that he could muster. The goblin staggers only the smallest amount, before it leans back and

With the festivities underway, the girl wasn't one to dig all that deep into them. However with the inclusion of a harder to kill training dummy in the form of a moist scaly fiend the size of a vending stall, that was a thing she could get behind. Really letting her rip the moment she hops the rope dumping everything she had into but a single blow. To her shock and awe the titan remained standing, leaving so much more muscle on the table for others to take a crack at. "Well played." Setsuna quips coldly, a nod repaid as not many a foe were durable enough to survive even a single swipe of her a

Vanta nodded to the pair, letting a staggered sigh slip. She had swallowed her pride and given them the benefit of the doubt, but they had still followed her. She didn't like that, it kept her slightly on edge. Though was she ever really relaxed? The invite came through, she accepted it promptly and followed Astra and Wulfrin into the shop. The man she was meant to pursue, Zachariah, stood behind the counter. A seemingly jolly fellow, down to earth, distracted by something she couldnt quite place. She stepped forward, fondue in hand, she took a bite, swallowed and answered the wh