[color=fff7b0][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qMHpYAa.png[/img][/center][/color][center][b]Lv.[/b] 128 [color=f7976a][b]HP:[/b] 330/1210[/color] [color=fff79a][b]SP:[/b] 183/1830[/color] [color=6ecff6][b]MP:[/b] 30/30[/color] [sup]STR – 1038 | AGI – 237 | END – 254 | DEX – 117 | LUC – 70[/sup] [url=https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1LbWVoExFHdq38oSIu5qvvqiMnjBC_MAhV_s4CKWXf-E/edit?usp=sharing]Inspect[/url][/center] It was over. As it turns out, being a strength monkey did have its benefits. Who would have thought that she could negate restraint forms of CC by just ungabungaing them? While their drops were essentially useless besides flavour, it was still nice to get a big W against players. It was a great benchmark on what she could do. She didn't think that she could jump so high, but she did. She didn't think that she could slam people so high in the air that they flew, but she did. At this point, she felt like Joe Yabuki. She slowly drifted down and lay on the ground. Her eyes closed, pentazotl fading from underneath. Then Ames suggested a break. Instantly, she got the Ashita no Joe good ending. With a quick flick of her legs, she shot back on her feet and regrouped with the rest of the gang. [color=fff7b0]"At this point, a stray shot could probably take me out. A break sounds good,"[/color] she said. It was especially good because she had spent so much poop-sock grinding that she didn't know what it looked like. She wanted to see how her magic puddle compared to a housekeeping NPC + moving building combo, especially since dealing with the motherfucker with his own personal sun. Her jealousy was off the charts at this point. Though in fairness, if she had either of those nuclei, then she would just end up using them as weapons. Such was the monkey brain. [color=fff7b0]"It would be pretty funny if these guys were part of a charity for war orphans, though."[/color] She said to the group as they inspected the common weapons. [color=fff7b0]"You know. Supplying weapons to orphan soldiers."[/color]