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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

PH Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/14/25) - ID: 259383, BD: 6 | Dealing [x12 ST-I] * 8 = 96 DMG -> 3 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 2400 EXP WC: 158 Vitreous | HP: 760/760 | EN: 110/110 | DMG: 8 | MIT:30 | ACC:5 | FRZ-IM | BLD-IM | BRN-IM | PARA-IM | ENV-D: 32 | BH:8 | VAMP-D: 76 | BLI: 32/-20 | ENV-O: 32 | LD:4

PH Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/14/25) - ID: 259382, BD: 10 | Dealing [x2 RAW-A] * 104 = 208 DMG -> 5 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 4000 EXP WC: 158 Active: Guild Rank 5 | +5% Final EXP/Col reward Razor | HP: 760/760 | EN: 88/88 | DMG: 8 | MIT:152 | ACC:1 | F-SPIRIT | FL.THORNS: 16/32 | FR.THORNS: 16/32 | THORNS:72 | BH:38 | HB: 30 | BLD: 48 | BRN: 56 | ENV-O: 32 | STC: 40

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

Vitalis had no great love for the holidays. Drinking plus peer pressure plus the spirit of the season always equal the dumbest, most foolish injuries and afflictions. People cracking their back after falling off a ladder hanging Christmas lights, especially after they had a few too many. Insisting they were fine even though their X-Rays showed they were one sharp left turn away from landing in a wheelchair permanently. In his profession, it was hard to be in a festive mood when you just spent the past 18 hours arguing with some dumb hick about the fact that he needed to wear his back brac

Sin preferred to receive her Christmas Gifts from people she actually gave a fuck about. Not some impossibly chiseled NPCs acting as the System’s Agents. What would they even give her? It wasn’t like she had any interesting or fun memories from her past. Her childhood was shit and her adult life was… less shit, but full of club music and spinning perspectives. Honestly, she couldn’t remember anything she would have considered to be a wholesome memory. Curiosity got the better of her, so she took hold of her box. She unwrapped her present, wrapping paper torn and discarded. She peered ins

Upon laying his eyes on the mountain of gifts beneath the tree, Oscar had to wonder what exactly you got the man who had everything he wanted? Would Cardinal plunder the deepest recesses of his mind and pluck some memory from within in order to bastardize? Or would he successfully vex their unseen Powers That Be? Stepping up to the plate, Oscar couldn't help but feel a bit of trepidation. It was a flip of a coin, this mystery gift. Either Cardinal or Oscar would find themselves the victor in their contest of wills. Oscar slowly untied the ribbon, not wanting to give anyone the satisfacti

# AOE-I vs Gob-Gob ID: 259375 | BD: 3, Deal 315 DMG 1 Elixir of Growth | +800 EXP --- Active Visionary Rank V | +5% total exp King's Feast | +5% total exp

# AOE-I vs Gob-Gob ID: 259374 | BD: 3, Deal 345 DMG 1 Elixir of Growth | +1200 EXP --- Active Visionary Rank V | +5% total exp King's Feast | +5% total exp

# AOE-I vs Gob-Gob ID: 259373 | BD: 6, hit | Deal 330 DMG 3 Elixirs of Growth | +3600 EXP --- Active Visionary Rank V | +5% total exp King's Feast | +5% total exp

Strumming her guitar as she waited eagerly for her turn to take a shot at Gob Gob like all the others, tracing up and down the frets and dragging that ivory pick across the strings to play a soft not amplified tune. The rattle of a bell and a player calling her attention makes her scramble. Candice wasn't exactly the heaviest fighter, and was still getting her training wheels off. Hopping up into the ring and spinning the guitar in her grasp to make it held a bit more like a bat. Gob Gob eggs her on with a curl of its big meaty claws. Rushing forward swallowing her fears, and trying to settle

Sin really didn’t like gym bros. They were aggressive, obnoxious, and put their hands precisely where they didn’t belong. But gym goblins? That was something entirely new. And with the way Gob-Gob was just taking the damage that the throngs of Players were throwing at him, she found that her curiosity was piqued. At least enough to participate just this once. Stepping into the ring, she wasted no time drawing Aftershock. Slamming her foot down on the canvas, she directed her sword into a powerful baseball swing that caught the creature right in the abs. The loud clang that rang out as steel me

Oscar was a few spaces behind Vitalis when he finally got into the ring. Poor guy didn’t even manage to really get a hit off before Gob-Gob stopped him cold and adjusted his fist. Of course, it wasn’t like anyone could break any bones here in Aincrad. But it never hurt to know proper punching technique. Dude might have made it his profession to save lives, but sometimes problems present themselves that only a sharp right hook could solve. After Vitalis left, Oscar happily waited his turn. Once he was finally in the ring, he beamed up at the monstrosity before him. He could have gone for h

Vitalis had not - not a single time in his time in Aincrad - raised his hand in harm to anything or anyone. But the math didn’t really support his pacifistic nature. Sure, he could Press the Attack all day, every day. But it was only barely easier than just hitting the fucker himself. So, why not learn how to hit a fucker? It apparently seemed to be the perfect time to do so, as there was a massive, swole goblin currently going through the rounds with a long line of Players. Vitalis settled into the line, which slowly moved towards the out-of-place boxing ring set up in the square. W

Another day and another handful of col sprayed all over the road, Lucia was chipper and already had her morning mackerel so her belly was full. Waiting patiently in line with stars in her eyes and a brimming smile matched with excitement as she'd wait her turn. All the while her tails flick around annoying the person just behind her. The final ding of a bell for the person just in front of her dictating they were through, Majineko bounces in place before bounding straight up onto the rope perching there with a surprising show of balance. "mai tuwn, nya?" she chirps out happily causing the guy

Walking through the door, she was not even sure why she was still doing this. There was nothing that she was really gaining from this besides a little side line leveling. It was easy yes but it wasn’t something that she would do on the normal. It wasn’t like a material popped out that could be used. The dummy was sitting as still as the last time she saw it. Pulling out her hair piece as her hair fell against her shoulders. Throwing it toward the object as it would pierce right through it. A quick whistle would send it back through coming toward her. With a click of her tongue it would wrap ar

The flashy powder puff princess had popped back up today just like the last couple, and Illi was smart enough to shield her face before her attacks went out at this point. A total mess of blinking garbage, the ring of the bell gave the all clear that it was ok to look back at the ring. Illi lowers her hand to her right side allowing her scythe to climb up from the blood red void, being summoned from the beyond and rising to her grasp. A thick red film breathing and oozing from her gripped hands around its shaft, that horrid looking guillotine would accompany her into the ring with a shift into

With the abrasive asshole from the last couple days taking his leave, Lynn slightly kicked herself for showing up around the same time every morning to give this another go. Gob Gob still looked just as fresh as day one, meaning that he had handled multiple days of attacks without even the slightest change. Dude really was something else. Lynn had already met quite a number of cool people as a result of showing up to this little gathering, so popping back up and performing a bit was a no brainer. Climbing up the same way she had every time, she takes her place opposite the goblin king. Her lef