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With the pink haired girl having gotten her turn, the Razor was chomping at the bit. Yesterday he had spent all he had on tap and spent the last 10 hours sleeping it off, with a big chicken breakfast to refuel on carbohydrates and proteins. The man was in peak form, coming into the arena like a steel golem strapped in barbs and sharp ends. A single point toward Gob Gob to confirm his target. "YESTERDAY THE RAZOR HAD THE SUN IN HIS EYES. TODAY WILL BE DIFFERENT" The Razor boasts as he squares up and begins to charge full send into Gob Gob's chest. Slamming with both hands out into a bear hug, t

Now far more confident that her guitar wasn't going to break after the freak out yesterday, Candice was lining up with the others waiting to give it their all. This wasn't really all that big on her interests, but the possibility of giving the entire player base a hand if she succeeds was more then adequate. It wasn't like she was going to be a member of the front lines any time soon, so something small like this that held no threat was more then an acceptable task to take on. The bell rings with her at the front of the line, meaning it was now her turn. Up into the ring, she removes the black

With the maid leaving the little boxer box, Majineko was the next in line. Jumping for joy as she springs rather quickly and dexterously into the ring by bouncing off the rope and then a corner, she lands on all fours and slides to a stop. "Hi~" Lucia chirps out with a wiggle of her backside, making the pair of tails curl around playfully. With a flicker of dark gold, her nails are released from her front fingers allowing them to dig into the white mat beneath her. "Weady?" Majineko squeals waiting for Gob Gob to flash a thumbs up. Her butt wiggles again and her assault begins the moment she l

Cold and calculating as she enters the ring shortly after Illi exits, Jibae crosses her arms across her stomach and uses her left to push her square rim glasses up her nose. "Back today, holding strong I see." Jibae offers plainly as her arms unfurl, reaching up into her brunette hair and pulling out that gold hairpin with her right pinching it with her index and thumb. held to her side, it glows softly in an almost unnoticeable hue. An underhanded rotation of her wrist allows that object to rocket quickly at high velocity with minimal effort. It glances off, and a perch of her lips Jibae whis

Unfolding her arms with watching on as aggressor after aggressor keeps on trying their damned to do even a scratch against Gob Gob, leaving nothing behind no matter how much they were pounding away. Illi was starting to reach a change in perspective. Beating this thing was obviously impossible, yet the little pop up prompts players kept getting as rewards after each strike was a little more foretelling. Maybe that was the reward in itself, the other was a ploy? Well Illi wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially with the fact that she needed to be strong to put food on the table

Lynn looks up into the ring as the cords are broken by Gob Gob the same as last time. There wasn't really any show of wear and tear on the boss in the slightest, despite the sheer amount of attacks that are tossed against it time and time again. With her chance finally arriving, she reaches up and climbs onto the side of the boxers arena. Lifting her leg as the ropes are spread apart, Anton almost knocking her off the side as he passes by. "Jerk..." Lynn mutters quietly given she didn't want to get into it with the asshole. Her attentions lock to Gob Gob, and with a raise of her left arm hand

His scowl showed everything he wished to say plainly, an irritated look plastered across his face as he'd lower his hood and scan the giant greased goblin. With a relax of his arms, they both drop to his sides. From his sleeves long lengths of glimmering metal wire slip out. "Going to punch through this time... I fucking doubt it." Anton spat angrily as his arms folded in a cross in front of his chest, a flare of bright green claims the slivers of metal in the spaces between his fingers with wire interlocking them like a cats cradle. A single forward thrust and its like a salvo of missiles bei

That hoodie of hers working perfectly like a cowl to prevent her from being looked at or drawing too much attention to herself. Ruri had never been one to be comfortable under direct scrutiny. The katana is torn from her sleeve in one swift and fluid motion, as if being produced out of nowhere. The thing crackles in blue electricity that forks to a nearby metal fitting, and within a millisecond of it being drawn a scattering cerulean line begins to bounce around foretelling a sword art being used. Yet the still of Ruri still remains stationary, until the attack completes. Bouncing off the rope

With how popular yesterdays little foray into the ring had been, Mokka considered it to be crazy to not participate again today. That purple hued dagger of hers flipped around revealing a pearlescent edge, caught in a reverse grip as she scrambled into the ring just as before. In its own subtle way, Gob Gob was actively giving the girl an adequate target to really learn the ropes on how to use her cardinal given skills. As the weapon is drawn back, the faintest crackle of light building upon its edge as if to prove her inexperience. The slow draw but reset of her stamina usage showing her gett

Back around for another attempt, Abelith reaches to the rusted metal collar that dangled from her neck. Grabbing the length of chain with both hands, she pulls hard away from her throat until it breaks leaving that long section of chain to grow almost impossibly longer. Snapped in two at half mass, she spins her hands to coil them around her wrists allowing that rough metal to dig into her digital flesh just the smallest touch. The damage she sustains to activate it is small in comparison to what they gained in the exchange, becoming ripe with volatile energy as they are coated in red. The coi

Post Action | Opening Gift - ID: 259317, BD: 8 | CD: 3 | LD: 16 Scar didn't linger at the edges of the crowd for long this time. The square was alive with muted warmth despite the winter air, lanterns casting soft halos of light across packed snow and stone. At its center stood the Christmas tree, tall, broad, and decorated with care that felt deliberate rather than extravagant. Ornaments glimmered faintly, reflecting firelight and starlight alike, while wrapped gifts clustered beneath its branches like promises waiting to be claimed. Scar approached without ceremony.

Without even the slightest warning Celeste drops from above the ring. From the deck of the Blood Raven, her airship that lingered high in the sky. Like a falling meteorite she descends and drops her weapon like a guillotine straight down, catching Gob Gob in the right shoulder near its head and the following *clang* sends every bit of dust and soot from the ring and the road nearby airborne. A wave of blue heat rips out from the impact point, exploding causing some of the players close to dive for cover. As the smoke screen clears, the ring slightly burning in azure flames on its side corners

Like a dark enigma ERROR seems to appear into the stage, as if the moment that Scar exits. That figure unfurls crossed arms and lifts an open palm hand toward Gob Gob, as the figure found its inclusion interesting and yet lacking understanding. The outstretched palm of an opaque black hand, presumably covered like the rest of its true appearance. A welling hum like a vibration becomes audible through the air, and with a tenseness in its fingers a wave of colorless power echoes outward. The ropes wiggle in that aimless shockwave, that pulse leaving ears to ring as it rushes out sending hairs a

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/14/2025) - ID: 259315, BD: 10 Dealing [x15 ST-II] * 23 = 345 DMG --> 5 Elixir of Growth {800 EXP} = 4,000 EXP Scar drifted through the Town of Beginnings without any real destination in mind, boots carrying him along familiar streets worn smooth by countless new players. The town had a particular rhythm to it, part sanctuary, part training ground, and today it felt louder than usual. Laughter, shouted advice, the clatter of steel on wood. It all blended together into a living backdrop. That was when he noticed the ring. Ropes stretched taut

Wild as always with her globe stored away at home, Shiina was ready to see the god king again. Later yesterday she had found the chair, and with no one around had klepto'd the seat she wanted quite a while ago. It was everything she imagined it to be: soft, kushy and even a little warm. That thought gave her all the moxie to hop into the ring with the big dude once again, the giant menacing green man in a santa hat that others were just trying to put down. But Shiina appreciated his nuance, his welcoming albeit domineering nature. Walking up behind Gob Gob as the eyes followed her circle, she

Right behind Griswold as he'd exit the raven haired woman would enter, sliding between the red ropes and onto the white colored mat. From her right hip she draws that gilded rapier into her left, presenting its point toward her target. "Still going?" Simmone asked to the reply of a shrug. The bar to the left side of her screen begins to drain, and with it violet traces down the length of her produced edge. From the hilt to the point it becomes illuminated, and a change in her posture has her rocket at high speeds with a twined pair of jabs like snake bites. Her hair flutters on every stroke, a

Griswold had already had one run at this thing at least a couple times prior, and if it would offer him another shot then he'd take it. The smithing hammer that had already forged a couple tools this morning was raring to taste flesh and bone, spun in a twirl in the colossus's right hand. "Here she goes." Griswold firms his grip and slams with his shield before driving that malus across Gob Gob's ever sturdy jawline. The blow claps like thunder, as a trail of amber like fire is painted angrily through the air. The thing even catches ablaze mid stroke, becoming the flaming equivalent of Mjolnir

Back around come the light of morning, Setsuna was more then eager to give this another shot. Her blade sharpened and polished down to the razor's edge, clicked shut in its sheathe before traveling back down to the town of beginnings. Still stood where it rested before, the ring already had a gaggle of players gathering around its edges. Into the ring the girl bounds without much caution, shortly after Acanthus takes their leave. Squaring her stance as her legs spread apart, knees bent. Her right hand hovers the handle of her katana, and her eyes close. An exhale welling up all the strength sh

Acanthus came up from the bow to see another gift underneath the tree. Cautiously, she glanced down at the materials in her hand, then back to the tree, and then back to the materials again. She reached toward the second gift as though it might explode at any second. Was this a trick? They were only supposed to receive one per day. It was unlikely the game had glitched out and given her a free gift. Was it a test from some unknown quest NPC? If she took the second gift, would Santa put her on the naughty list? Nobody else noticed or cared. Swarms of people marched for the gifts, picking u

Damn rough on that cutoff but that's fair dawg Post Action: AoE I -> Target 259308 | BD 4 + 7. Hit! 30 * 15 = 450 damage. 1 Elixir of Growth obtained. +2200 EXP. ----- NOTE: I assume CS are inactive for this thread Acanthus | True Tier 11 | Lvl 108 (35/73) | HP: 1040/1040 | EN: 136/136 | DMG: 30 | MIT:100 | ACC:6 | AA | FL.AURA: 16 | THORNS:72 | BH:57 | HB: 46 | LD:5

12/13/25 - Cutoff Setsuna | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP} = 2600 EXP Griswold | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+2800 EXP} = 2800 EXP Simmone | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP} = 2600 EXP Gaius | 5 * Elixir of Growth {+2800 EXP} = 14000 EXP Shiina | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP} = 2600 EXP ERROR | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+400 EXP} = 400 EXP Celeste | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+2800 EXP} = 2800 EXP Abelith | 3 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 2400 EXP Mokka | 4 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 3200 EXP Ruri | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+2200 EXP} = 2200 EXP Anton | 1 * Elixir of Growth

12/13/25 - Cutoff Setsuna | +1 Demonic Shard, +1 Mon Griswold | +1 Elixir of Growth {+2800 EXP}, +1 Mon Simmone | +1 Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP}, +1 Mon Shiina | +1 Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP}, +1 Mon ERROR | +1 Elixir of Growth {+400 EXP}, +1 Mon Celeste | +1 Elixir of Growth {+2800 EXP}, +1 Mon Abelith | +1 Swine Jesus Hall Pass [259300a] {1/2}, +1 Mon Mokka | +1 Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP}, +1 Mon Ruri | +1 Elixir of Growth {+2200 EXP}, +1 Mon Anton | +1 Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP}, +1 Mon Lynn | +1 Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP}, +1 Mon Illisandra | +1 Elixir of G

The festivities felt quite Christmas-y. There were the traditional fir trees, decked with holly and all the other things the songs loved to go on about. There were yule logs burning, minefields of mistletoe, tall and shirtless bronze men with pig-heads, and banquet tables of eggnog and desserts. Acanthus backpedaled for a moment. The statutes… those weren’t usual Christmas fare, right? Her family did Christmas, but they were never crazy about it. Just a few gifts and a family dinner. Acanthus herself didn’t care for it much: nothing against the people that did enjoy it, she just never kne

More then interested in the promise of free wealth, Jibae walks through the streets past all manner of multicolored packages of plenty. The whole place was brimming with but a single gift for every player in aincrad, and as a result players from all walks were littering the place. Her goal was simple, to collect her proprietors as well as her own. The long rectangular box under her arm was for her boss, the small little envelope was hers. Inside was documentation, cited and notarized down to every signature and cliff note. Something so utterly boring to most was absolutely invaluable to the wo

Arms crossed, Illi leans against one of the main thoroughfare taverns watching players lose their metaphorical shit each time a box is opened. It was almost pathetic, but yet she does peg the oddity of the contents. A trick of the system to be sure, where at first she was wondering if there was something more supernatural at play. From above something smacks her in the head and bounces off, clattering to the ground in front of her. "What the...?" She squeals rubbing the spot on her dome that it ricochet off of. The small box the size of a bagel sat stark on the stone road, encouraging her to t