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*Is immune to 5/6 elemental damage types per round, varying from round-to-round and from combat-to-combat. | *Is immune to 5/6 elemental damage types per round, varying from round-to-round and from combat-to-combat. | ||
*Immune to stunning and staggering | |||
:Unfazed, your opponent attacks you anyway! |
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Dad Sea Monkee | |
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Monster ID | 1379 |
Locations | Mer-kin Temple |
Hit Points | 4200 |
Attack | 42000 |
Defense | 42000 |
Initiative | Always Wins |
Meat | None |
Phylum | horror |
Elements | None |
Resistance | varies |
Monster Parts | cable, tank, window |
Drops | Instant Karma, Star Spawn, Pocket Square of Loathing |
Manuel Entry | |
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You step through the door into a silent room with featureless white walls. In the center there sits a massive machine, the source of the noise. Pipes lead from the machine to ports on the blackened walls, pumping strange liquids into and out of the tank. In the tank, floating, almost peacefully, is Dad. His eyes are open but vacant. In them you see your reflection, standing in a tiny room. White. Silent. Black. Deafening.
The room is the machine occupies the room contains the machine contains the room describes the machine creates the room is the machine.
You shake your head and look above the tank, at the window into space. Rotting forms skitter in the darkness, each more awful than the last. The portal shifts, slowly revealing X-dimensional monstrosities.
No. Look again. There is nothing. Is your sixth sense betraying you? As if on cue, Y-sided triangles materialize and then disappear. So impossible that your spleen throbs.
You have to end this.
Hit Message(s):
The heat of a dying star scorches your <kidney> Ooh! Ugh! Oof! (hot damage)
The chill of infinity coats your <arm> in frost. Brrrrrrrrrrr. (cold damage)
A baleful eye stares at you from the depths of space. Eek! Argh! Ouch! (spooky damage)
You smell the decaying flesh of an ancient carcass, as big as a thousand thousand suns. Ow! Eek! Eek! (stench damage)
A distant nebula's shape is painfully suggestive. Ooh! Ooh! Argh! (sleaze damage)
You blink, and when your eyes open you are on the wrong side of the window. The air is sucked from your lungs. Blood sprays from your eyes and ears. You scream, but, well, you know. Argh! Ow! Ugh!
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Notes
- Is immune to 5/6 elemental damage types per round, varying from round-to-round and from combat-to-combat.
- Immune to stunning and staggering
- Unfazed, your opponent attacks you anyway!