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|name=Goth Giant | |||
|text=This giant is dressed in only three colors: black, the color of his soul; white, the color of bone; and red, the color of sweet, sweet blood. Oh, and pink, the color of acne that comes from caking on white makeup all the time. | |||
|hit=The pain in his soul is only equal to the pain in your {{part}} after he kicks it. {{ouch|6}} | |||
The dark rain of depression weighs him down -- almost as much as the smack weighs you down when he lays it on you. {{ouch|6}} | The dark rain of depression weighs him down -- almost as much as the smack weighs you down when he lays it on you. {{ouch|6}} | ||
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He pops a pimple and buries you under a mountain of pus. Ewww. {{ouch|4}} {{element|sleaze}} | He pops a pimple and buries you under a mountain of pus. Ewww. {{ouch|4}} {{element|sleaze}} | ||
|miss=The pain in his soul is too great for him to even contemplate hitting you. | |||
The pain in his soul is too great for him to even contemplate hitting you. | |||
The pain of depression weighs him down too much for him to contemplate hitting you. | The pain of depression weighs him down too much for him to contemplate hitting you. | ||
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He pops a pimple, but you dodge the geyser of pus. | He pops a pimple, but you dodge the geyser of pus. | ||
|critical=He starts to dance a mopey, shuffle-footed dance, singing about how love will tear him apart. You're not sure how he would know, but that doesn't matter when he shuffles his feet right over you. {{ouch|4}} | |||
|fumble=He grabs a nearby bottle of pills and swallows all of them, determined to end the pain inside of him by taking his life. He drops the bottle, then runs away. You read the label: "Super-powered Chocolate-flavored Laxative."}} | |||
He grabs a nearby bottle of pills and swallows all of them, determined to end the pain inside of him by taking his life. He drops the bottle, then runs away. You read the label: "Super-powered Chocolate-flavored Laxative." | |||
{{meat|amount=124-183|avg=151.7|stdev=12.9}} | {{meat|amount=124-183|avg=151.7|stdev=12.9}} | ||
Revision as of 20:54, 18 September 2006
| Goth Giant | |
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| Monster ID | 174 |
| Locations | The Castle in the Clouds in the Sky (Top Floor), The Castle in the Clouds in the Sky (Retired) |
| Hit Points | 150 |
| Attack | 130 |
| Defense | 117 |
| No-Hit | 140 |
| Initiative | 40 |
| Meat | 120-180 |
| Phylum | humanoid |
| Elements | None |
| Resistance | None |
| Monster Parts | head, arm, leg, torso |
| Drops | awful poetry journal, thin black candle, Warm Subject gift certificate |
| Manuel | giant tube of black lipstick |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting a Goth GiantThis giant is dressed in only three colors: black, the color of his soul; white, the color of bone; and red, the color of sweet, sweet blood. Oh, and pink, the color of acne that comes from caking on white makeup all the time.
Hit Message(s):
The pain in his soul is only equal to the pain in your <head> after he kicks it. Ow! Argh! Ouch! Argh! Argh! Ouch!
The dark rain of depression weighs him down -- almost as much as the smack weighs you down when he lays it on you. Ugh! Oof! Ooh! Argh! Oof! Ugh!
The miasma of his rainy soul compels him to stomp you into the pavement. Oof! Oof! Ooh! Ow! Oof!
He pops a pimple and buries you under a mountain of pus. Ewww. Ouch! Ouch! Eek! Eek! (sleaze damage)
He starts to dance a mopey, shuffle-footed dance, singing about how love will tear him apart. You're not sure how he would know, but that doesn't matter when he shuffles his feet right over you. Ugh! Ow! Eek! Oof!
The pain in his soul is too great for him to even contemplate hitting you.
The pain of depression weighs him down too much for him to contemplate hitting you.
The miasma of his rainy soul impedes his desire to hit you.
He pops a pimple, but you dodge the geyser of pus.
He grabs a nearby bottle of pills and swallows all of them, determined to end the pain inside of him by taking his life. He drops the bottle, then runs away. You read the label: "Super-powered Chocolate-flavored Laxative." (FUMBLE!)
 | You gain 124−183 Meat (average: 151.7, stdev: 12.9)* |
 | You acquire an item: thin black candle (29.2% chance)* |
 | You acquire an item: Warm Subject gift certificate (28.6% chance)* |
 | You acquire an item: awful poetry journal (29.0% chance)* |
| You gain 26 <substat>. |
Occurs at The Castle in the Clouds in the Sky.
References
- The song mentioned in the critical attack message is probably meant to be Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division.
