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PH Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/14/25) - ID: 259401, BD: 10 | Dealing [x1 Basic] * 1 = 1 DMG -> 5 * Elixir of Growth {+200 EXP} = 1000 EXP WC: 158 Hound | HP: 40/40 | EN: 22/22 | DMG: 1

PH Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/14/25) - ID: 259400, BD: 8 | Dealing [x1 Basic] * 1 = 1 DMG -> 3 * Elixir of Growth {+200 EXP} = 600 EXP WC: 158 Haze | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1

PH Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/14/25) - ID: 259399, BD: 3 | Dealing [x1 Basic] * 1 = 1 DMG -> 1 * Elixir of Growth {+200 EXP} = 200 EXP WC: 158 Izanami | HP: 60/60 | EN: 24/24 | DMG: 1

PH Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/14/25) - ID: 259398, BD: 3 | Dealing [x1 Basic] * 1 = 1 DMG -> 1 * Elixir of Growth {+200 EXP} = 200 EXP WC: 158 HUSH | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1

A little bewildered at the fact this thing was still upright somehow, after all this activity had but a single focus. Taking it down. Ecstasy had a rough and long night last night, not entirely motivated to make huge displays like others had. From inside her leather duster, she procures a brass rectangular device that springs open the moment its drawn. The single loaded bolt is released with the pull of a trigger, tossing that projectile clean into the ring and aimed between the eyes. What happens not is piercing nor even the slightest recourse. The bolt hits but bounces off easily as if its o

The blazing fuel of battle and potential victory had Yuyang primed and gorged. His morning routine having brought his chiseled body to become fluid and relaxed. The wraps around his knuckles ever tighter as they wove between his fingers. A scrunch of his fist has the cloth bend and his knuckles pop under that tension. A leap over the top rope, the wrapping around his feet are tightened as he squares up and sizes up his opponent. A fist from his right is jammed into the palm of his left in front of his bare chest. Bending and extending both arms he takes a respectful bow toward Gob Gob. His pos

The experienced combatant that he were, Bran sat from his station high watching and rationalizing deeply to the strikes raining down over Gob Gob's head. As if expecting something to change, looking for a minutia of weakness to be displayed. The dual tanto drawn from his the cross on his back as a few hours spent had him growing weary. The things become opaque and distort black, as Bran dives down into the streets below. His feet lock to the walls of buildings slowing his descent as he bounds between them. Breaking his fall with a roll, the ronin leaps into the ring without the slightest hesit

Walking through the halls, she was used to heading face first into a trapped building where she had to improvise with anything that she could possibly use to handle the situation. This place seemed very tame compared to anything else. As she was lolly gagging around these parts, in the building nearby her mooks would be going through an empty building. Hopefully when she got done here they would all still be left standing, they were pretty stupid and unaware of their surroundings most of the time and normally would take a trap right to the face. As she would push the doors open and the dummy w

A manic chuckle as the clown moves wildly from an alleyway toward the stage, the fact that this goblin remained upright had been driving him insane. Which wasn't exactly that hard but for the last couple days he had become irritable and obsessive. Into the ring the moment he could, skipping the line as he'd spray a deck of cards from one hand to the other. The glint of steel as the light hit it, and within moments he plucks out one to make his assault. A trace of magenta down its edge, the jester turns and unleashes it like a bullet. The bladed playing card ripped across the ring like an arrow

The heavy column of a man that was Genma, having felt the scorn of failure the last few days. It wasn't many a victim that could stand so resolute against his onslaught, and Genma took pleasure in inflicting fear and pain. That silver edged headsman in his hands scrunched tightly, the leather folding under tension as his fists curled. A bound up and a slam of heavy feet, the axe drops low. A blaze of red on it signifies a sword art being charged, and the general grits his teeth enough to cut his gums and make his mouth taste of copper. A roaring blow with a heavy pivot, the thing rips out in a

This activity was not in her norm, she had no idea what would come out of this show and tell and if she was being honest she would rather be in a bar setting the trap for a higher price tag to take. It was simple though, this event held mystery and unknown objects so for all she knew there could be something extraordinary hiding behind the scenes and if she did not keep at this then she would never know what that mysterious thing was. Pulling out her pike as she would push the double doors open with a single hand. Thrusting forward as she lets the momentum of the art guide her attack through a

A curved blade in his clutches, it bloomed with faint pale greenish blue light. An inquisitor and a doctor to the fullest, Hiroshi swooned with every new thought as to how to dissect and find out what made this enemy tick. Practicing patience only to reduce the attention drawn, to reduce the amount of distractions once he finally had his opportunity. Eventually he gets that chance, and helps himself into the ring as he had before. All the while his crooked smile remained, with his sickle held firmly in his hand. Like a scalpel Hiroshi began his assault, aiming feverishly at Gob Gob as if he we

Another day, it was like these last couple had started on a repeat notion. Her minions were exploring the outskirts of the town and she wanted to see if anything eventful would come out of doing something like this. Anything that she could possibly use would be helpful. Traveling through the hall and kicking the double doors open. Holding her hand down as it will start to vibrate. Icy mist began to form around that hand as a thin icicle came out from her palm. Grasping it as she would then thrust her freezing blade extended to a huge distance. Impaling the dummy in the chest she would pull it

The thing was all set ablaze yesterday with a makeshift molotov, Lancaster recalled the memory as he sat with his back pressed against a tavern wall eying it from the distance. With one stroke it had managed to snuff all the flames, and it appeared to be completely immune to the heat. His hands slid a bit deeper in his pocket, while his right pinched the drooping bent cigarette in his mouth. A weird aura of discomfort, as he weighed his thoughts and tried to decipher how best to approach this. Normally his flame was more then enough, his embers leaving nothing in their wake. But this thing was

When Sin had purchased her tropical paradise, she thought that she would have plenty of time to throw parties for the girls. Call up Ash and Lisa and some fuck boys who were only good at one thing in particular and just enjoy the sun and the sand and the heat. Alas, Visionary and Blackbook responsibilities kept her far too busy for party planning. As such, she barely had enough time to sunbathe by the pool. What did a girl have to do in order to get herself some much-needed rest and relaxation? Well, it was rather obvious what she had to do. Just silence all of her notifications. For the next

There was something admirable about the group of players that had banded together for Christmas Carols. Acanthus just wished they’d do it somewhere else out of sight. The band strolled from player to player, interrupting gift giving and peaceful chatter with poorly-parodied Christmas Carols. You better watch out, you better not die, you better look out I’m telling you why, Kayaba is coming to town. He’s making a list, The Monument’s nice, It’s got a few names, The ultimate price, Kayaba is coming to town. To Acanthus, “poor taste” was an understatement. She would

“Remind me why you’re here. You’re not even hitting the stupid Gob Gob.” Argent relaxed on a nearby table while Acanthus waited in line yet again. His demeanor was calm and amused, watching the others exert themselves while he enjoyed a fresh glass of eggnog in god’s ugliest sweater. Acanthus could barely look at him. “Are you telling me you’re not feeling the Christmas spirit right now?” Argent gestured wildly with his glass, moving it across the queue like a magic wand. “Lots of gifts, lots of people killing a weird sculpted Gob Gob. It’s our entire predicament in a nutshell.”

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/15/2025) - ID: 259385, BD: 4 Dealing [x15 ST-II] * 23 = 345 DMG --> - Elixir of Growth {800 EXP} = 800 EXP — The Town of Beginnings greeted Scar with its usual familiarity the next day, sunlight filtering between rooftops, the low murmur of players moving through streets they had already memorized. Nothing about the town had changed, and yet the quiet weight of memory sat with him as he walked. He knew where he was going. The boxing ring came into view before long, the same scuffed boards and worn ropes bearing the marks of countless p

Post Action | Opening Gift - ID: 259374 | BD: 8 | CD: 4 | LD: 19 — Scar found himself drifting back toward the center of town as evening settled in, the sky above the Town of Beginnings dimming into softer hues of blue and gold. The air carried a familiar chill, the kind that slipped in quietly once the sun began to dip below the rooftops. Lanterns flickered to life one by one, casting warm pools of light across stone paths and snow-dusted corners. It didn't take long for him to notice the Christmas tree again. It stood just as it had before, tall, steady, and quietly radia

okay. okay. okay. she needed a recap. it wasn't too long ago that she had attended the party out of her own volition. on one hand, she hadn't expected the night to take her anywhere, only marquis to be her conversational companion to tide the time. on the other... ... fuck. iris bit her lower lip. they had since exchanged contact information. since when, iris wasn't sure, but her best guess was right before both of them had drunk enough to feign forgetting the night, beyond their exchange of pleasure and lust. and she had, since then, pretended to have forgotten her t

Walking into the interior slowly, looking in every direction making sure nothing was going to randomly pop out at him. This was not something that he normally did, but he was doing it for the loot. There could possibly be a potion or some form of liquid that he could experiment on. He was as quiet as a mouse walking through the halls to the large set of doors. Carefully opening a single door with nothing but a beak that peeks through then a pair of masked eyes. At the same moment he would reach swiftly for his dagger. Snapping them apart and in the same movement throwing toward the dummies che

The steel colossus that had made a mockery of himself yesterday, was back around and prepared to hop back in that ring. The clanking of his armor foreshadowing every thought as they were staggered from his place in the line. Evidently the bell eventually bangs, meaning that he was the one next to jump in. A slight bit of hesitation, not of fear but of stupor. Climbing up the side and unfurling the rope, he wanders in and turns to face Gob Gob in all of its magnificence. A point straight at the goblin king, his arm wobbles as its held. "THE RAZOR IS BACK, BACK TO FACE YOU MIGHTY OF FOE." the wo

Lydia so very rarely had anything to look forward to when the holidays rolled around. Oftentimes, it involved having her arm twisted into some Christmas concert while her family went and spent all of her money. Back then, she never resisted it. Of course she wouldn’t, she was doing her part after all. Paying them back for all the effort and lessons and whatever the fuck reason they used to justify their nonsense. Sure, they might have paid for the lessons, but she was the one who did all the work. They just sat back and reaped the rewards. She wondered if it made her a bad person, relishi

Christmas was always a fantastic time of the year. Abellio hadn’t celebrated in quite some time - not since he’d got stuck in Aincrad. He didn’t have much reason to. Wasn’t like the friends he had now were friends that he’d had for his entire time stuck within his digital prison. And Christmas by your lonesome wasn’t fun or festive, it was depressing. So, struck by the season as he was, he made his way over to the town square. It seemed that all his buds had been of a similar mind. Everyone but Warren also seemed to be incredibly disappointed with their gifts. Sin and Oscar tossing theirs away

Looking at him, one wouldn’t realize that Warren was absolutely crazy about Christmas. Back in his old line of work, Christmas meant some semblance of peace. Both sides of the fighting would more or less respect the season, at least for one day. It meant a reprieve from the fighting. Which more or less meant that he would get himself fucked up for the next day when the fighting would inevitably begin again. But that would be a problem for future Warren. Grabbing his gift, Warren kept a deadpan expression. It simply wouldn’t do for him to break his devil may care persona in a time like thi