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Eyy, happy 2 month anniversary everybody. I'll get a post up in a little bit with Gank eating some toasties.

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@GodOfWar I'll get something up for the CS soon. Thought the first form of SPUD is the most useless, so he may not be much help until his mutation grows more. Nevertheless, I'll poke sum monsters with a fork. Please god have mercy on my soul

@6slyboy6

I think his limitations will make combat interesting. Play with Spud's weaknesses, and make the IC post fun.

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sweet ill have a cs up asap

@Howilng Zinogre

The RP is technically full, but I'll make an exception.

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@6slyboy6@JackalopeLove@Sam12435@Otaku95@Zeroth@Lmpkio@Kazemitsu

The Greater Jak-Jak

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The beast shuffled through the thick snow, its pale blue scales reflecting slightly in the grim winter sun. The Jak-Jak uprooted vines and shrubbery from the forest floor, foraging the remaining greens from the hard, frozen ground. The monster brought it's head up from its grazing, vines and bushes hanging from its tusks like racks holding food. It sniffed around its area. Something in the air was musky, metallic, and all around... warm. It was as if a new kind of creature had encroached into the Jak-Jak's territory, something the beast would not like one bit...

"GGGGAAAHHHKKKIIIIII"

As if to justify it's concerns, a territorial cry rang out from the very heart of the arctic labyrinth. The Jak-Jak, features perked and disposition deadly, cried it's own war call out into the grand, icey bowl it called it's home. And that's what it was going to be; it's home.

The Jak-Jak's back arched as it charged towards it's den, ripping through packed snow and small trees alike. The vegetation that the monster had placidly put onto its horns was flung away with the power of the Jak-Jak's movements. The skeletal crunch of the cold ground gave an intimidating sound to the Jak-Jak's presence, the sounding becoming louder and louder as it approached the group of monster hunters.

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Whoosh would be a correct way to explain the Greater Jak-Jak's entrance, the limbs of trees flinging through the air as the beast brought itself into the front of the adventurer's party. Thick snow made a hazy mist around the monster, it's gleaming eyes and horns the only thing visible in the aftermatch of the charge.

The villagers from a week-ago had obviously come back. They had trudged themselves back into the Jak-Jak's realm, and now they came with the smell and sounds of dangerous intruders. An angry mother Jak-Jak would never allow such an offense to stand.

Flaring its hunky, scaled wings into the air, the Jak-Jak brought it's battering utensils down onto the party, creating yet another screen of white, snowy smoke erupt from the frozen ground. Brining its snout up into another charging posture, the Jak-Jak barreled into the party's past, lined-up positions. Move or be squashed, puny hunters.

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The blurred image of Lorken grew larger in Gankona's inoperable, hazy sight. The hulking shoulders and chest of the devil heaved up and down as Gank was unceremoniously beaten, the boss's meaty hooks wailing away at the tired and unprepared goat boy. Raising his weary and scratched arms to try vainly to block some of Lorken's offensives, Gank found he was too slow, and a reaching presence brought a blanket of black and purples over Gankona's eyes.

When he came back to his senses, the goat boy found he had already lost. He shivered, his body sprawled on the ground like a ruffled rug of black fur. Gank stayed as a carpet for a moment, coughing up crimsoned blood and spittle in an arc onto the already decorated floor. Slowly, he brought himself up, an elbow hauling the child's lop-sided body to look up at Lorken.

A smile curled up into the boss's features, a grin of pride in creation, as if something wholesome had been created from this terrible encounter. Gankona could only meet the smile with his own smirk of accomplishment, blood trailing his lips like someone's makeshift attempt at applying lip gloss. Lorken had told him in a single bout of physicality what he was; Gank was a street-rat, with cripplingly ambitious aspirations of infamy. Only more challenge would change that. But, for now, the goat-boy would have to go and rest his mouth.

"Sure, Boss."

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Suddenly, the soreness set in. It was like laying a huge puzzle-piece in an already painful puzzle, thus completing the picture of a needlessly damaged Gankona. He shivered for the third time, wracks of pain assaulting his joints and stressed muscles. With a strained cracking pervading his voice, Gank cut Karada from his practiced explanation. "Alright, cool, not moving. Great quirk. Oh, shit. Ok, I need to do something or I'm gonna die. I swear. Holy... ahg...", Gankona moaned, his mind darting through ideas of what to do to keep his person from deteriorating among the cramps and pains that continually slammed into his limbs and torso. Standing up with strained effort, a vague image of an Italian dish pulled from a trash-can coarsed through Gank's detrailed rain-of-thought. "Alright, I'm going to raid the cafeteria, if you punching-dummies want to eat, come with- shit, that hurt, no stretching... Come with me..."

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Gankona drove his exasperated leg into the set of cafeteria doors, unintentionally breaking off the mundane lock and sending the green metal doors slinging to their respective sides. The goat-boy had now made both a dent in the company truck, and mess-hall door. What flashy entries he was capable of.

The cafeteria was really just a large, house-hold kitchen; nothing like Gank had seen at the homeless center. Marble counter-tops and wooden pantries laid inset in almost every corner, packed with food to feed the hungry likes of around a dozen kids a year. Gank trudged himself ahead of the other students and towards a particularly large cabinet. The kitchen had a stove, microwave, and a oven of course; but, more surprisingly, it also hosted the likes of a miniature fryer and panini press. Either Lorken liked his dishes always varied, or he had some weird company with equipment feeding the kids. Digging with reckless abandon into the drawers and cabinets as the other kids filed in, another memory darted itself through Gank's boggled mind as he picked up a small bag of flour.

"I saw some kids do this in a hole-in-the-wall diner once.", Gankona commented as he started to fiddle with the fryer, eventually settling on hitting the thing to turn it on. Residues of past oils sizzled at the bottom of the fryer, the shallow puddle of forgotten cooking liquid bubbling intently under the goat-boy. Dumping pinches of flour into the machine, Gank watched wearily as the substance slowly crystallized into a tan crust. The warmth of the fryer and its attractive crackling kept the goat-boy awake, his eyelids sloping but not closing entirely as he waited for his disgusting snack to form. If it weren't for the appeal of frying flour, he'd be out cold.

"Someone, anyone, dump something in the fryer after me or I'm going to faint, alright? I'm trusting you guys."

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@Lmpkio We are still waiting on @6slyboy6, if he doesn't have his post up by tonight we are continuing without him.

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@Otaku95I... have no idea what that joke was trying to convey.

Please keep the amount of gifs and images in the OOC chat to a minimum.

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@Otaku95 One big group.

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@Zelosse Shoot, dude, that's hard. I'm sorry to hear it's taken that kind of a toll on you. Take it a little bit easier, and take your time; thank you for trying so hard to keep the story going strong, I appreciate your commitment. I really do.