Just to open up, I’m very proud of everyone involved! Even though I didn’t get Reaction Reactions from everyone, I’m extremely happy that everyone pulled through and all given gifts were unwrapped!

Who did what will be posted the 1st of the New Year, but you’re free to speculate until then!

Feedback of any kind is appreciated, and seeing how I’m planning on keeping this an annual thing I’d very much know what to do better or mechanics that are in need of tweaking, and to any who missed out and want to take part in my next screw around event, I’m planning on starting Shipping & Handling come March. Merry Christmas everyone!

on was necessary as the answer was instantaneously implied. The North Pole is cold. Really freakin’ cold. And yet, in place of other warmer, less horrifyingly freezing climates, the RHG chose to recycle the old cabin they used for their holiday gathering the year before. Outside there was nothing but white, like a camera flash that never dimmed. Snow poured down like the flood most religions agree upon casting all but a few feet from the eyes into vast invisibility. The GPS coordinates where the only solace to the gladiators, and clearly the only way they were able to even find the building.

Inside however, was a much different story.

A welcome heat emitted from the fireplace on the far side of the cabin, its flickering flame dancing lively atop a stack of logs as though they were waving to each guest, not far from the Christmas tree itself. Absolutely coated with lights, it almost had a holy glow as it stretched up to the roof, decorated in some subtle, but most blunt shoutouts to the gladiators it was expecting, including both a tophat near the top and a few voodoo dolls dangling from the branches. In its shadow sat the plethora of gifts the fighters would be giving to each other, each wrapped and labeled in order to make it to the desired individual.

Although there was a clear path to the fireplace from the entrance, the keen eye would spot a small bit of mistletoe, hanging a few feet down from the center of the ceiling. A few feet away on both sides lied round wooden tables, each with eight chairs, inviting all to sit where they pleased before it was time for the presents to be unwrapped. Near the one on the right, festive snacks lied about on a much longer, rectangular table. Coffees, teas, eggnog and milk were all available to drink with dozens of cookies lined in their own area beside them, including and especially gingerbread men. The other window however, offered little more than a view, a wide heavily frosted window beside it. Despite how quickly the snow was piling, it was unlikely it’d be so much as to block it out.

All in all, a peaceful aura radiated from the little cabin, hoping to pass along its feelings of life and love to all who entered.

The feelings of Christmas.[/spoiler]
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esented, it was a plant covered container….

“H’rm…I didn’t expect flowers in the middle of winter.” He said, eyebrows perked in curiosity, he began to as gently as possible pull the packaging open, seemingly not wanting to tear it apart.

A letter and a thorn serrated dagger, created from intertwining vines, sat in the paper.

Before picking up the present, he glances at the letter, “…Oh, yeah…not the most secret present.” He said with a chuckle, before picking up the knife.

“Daggers must be a popular present to give, I should remember that for the next ritual.” Light whispered to himself.

“Should start up a collection with the knives I have so far.” Torvin said with a small laugh, “Maybe I should ask for socks or something next year, see what happens.”

Eliza wasn't surprised that what Torvin got for Christmas was a dagger. First Light, and now Torvin. She felt that everyone's getting a melee-like weapon for Christmas. Seemed kinda predictable seeing that they're all gladiators, but there was no need in everybody getting daggers as a valid present.[/spoiler]

elets from the unwrapped box; Eliza looked surprised as she grasp upon the silver bracelet, examining the letter engraved on it. Bella, on the other hand, wore a stupid grin on her face expressing how much she loves her gift. Without a second thought, Bella placed the bracelet around her wrist and show it off to Eliza, showing her delight with her present.

"This is pretty, Eli!" Bella spoke merrily. "It even has your initial inscribed on it!" She pointed it out the letter "E" imprinted on the bracelet.

Eliza was reading the card carefully on what it really meant. Although it's touching to see it mean that they should forever stick together, but there has to be something more than just bracelets. With close inspection, she has found the key word, "connect."

"Belle, may I see your bracelet for just a moment?" Eliza politely asked.

"Um sure, but only if I can see yours."

"Bella, they're practically the same design except with our initials on it."

She handed Eliza the bracelet only to see her configure with the two, trying to solve the card's hidden message. She place one on top of the other and watch it transform into a deadly melee weapon in a familiar form of a saw blade.

"Woah! Holy shit! That's awesome, how'd you do that?!" the pig-tailed exclaimed in thunderstruck.

"I..." Eliza took a second to form a sentence before responding, "... I just placed one on top of each other... and it does this..."

"Dude," Bella leaned forward, "do you know what this means?"

A small pause lingered for a few seconds. The confusion formed on Eliza's face.

"No. What do you mean?"

Bella sighed and replied with, "it means that we have a fuckin' buzzsaw for a weapon! Think of what we can do with it!"

"Don't you already have Fetta? Is one not enough for you? Besides, it can only work if both bracelets interact with each other, so that means one of us has to wear both."

"And that would be..."

"Me."

"Wha- I thought you were going to say 'me?'"

"I only have Synkiss with me, Bella. I think it works well if I needed a close-range weapon in case if something happens."

"Observation: What Bella says is true. She needs the variety of weaponry." The android said as he tried to be helpful.

Bella crosses her arms and pouts. "No fair! How come you get to wear it? That practically makes it a Christmas present for you and not me-"

Eliza leans over for a kiss on the blonde girl's lips, her constant complaining has annoyed her much and thought a simple kiss would shut her up for a moment. Bella was surprised by the sudden action and blushes heavily like a furnace.

"You talk too much, and don't worry, Belle. I made a special gift just for you, and it's waiting patiently back at home."

"Y-you really think so?"

"I know so." Eliza gave a small, genuine smile. [/spoiler]

the holographic Alice. Cooper's fiance was visibly more excited.

"Open it!" She demanded.

"Statement: You are more than eager than usual." The android commented as he took the red wrapped box and began to remove the green ribbon.

"You're too soft on the box, Coop." Alice pouted. "Don't you remember your childhood when unwrapping meant destroying the paper?"

"Statement: Doing that would destroy the gift as well."

Soon the paper was neatly unfolded and the ribbon set aside. The gift was revealed to be a bronze music box, much to Alice's delight. A key was taped to its side. Bl.An.C. took hold of it and further examined the box. When he found the keyhole, he inserted the bronze key into the slot and turned it. The box began to whir alive with the beautiful music. The android set it down and allowed it to play. The bronze robots just atop the box on their axles danced along the pine trees and camp fire. A warming sight.

"How is this bronze box making this music, is a bard's soul stuck in it?" Light asked, weary of the music box.

Bl.An.C. looked at Light, very much amused by the man's observation. "Statement: I hope not."

"Hey Coop." Alice asked, her voice a little lower now.

"Query: What is it?"

"Nothing. Nevermind." She said smiling.

The Sisters turn their heads towards the gentle tune of the bronze music box their old opponent, Bl.An.C., received for Christmas. Such a soothing melody had warmed Bella's heart as she gently listened to the music.

"That's a cool music box you got there," Bella complimented.

"Isn't it so?" Alice replied with a smile. "I could listen to it all day, honestly."
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ment after he had made his way back to the table to join him as well as the other. He wouldn't sit, as usual, the idle clicks inside his mechanical leg taking up the rest of the silence in the room as he had reached for his gift and set it on their table. His was a lengthy gift, the edges stick out from the ends of the table. As his metal hand reached out and tore open the wrapping, he had already begun to shake his head as what he had expected was proven correct.

He took the wooden cane up with his human hand, so he could feel the texture of the oak and the imperfections as they caused his fingers to dip and rise from the various bumps along it. As the gladiator grinned, it exposed his yellowed and metal teeth alike.

"I hope you all realize I'm old but I'm not crippled, yes?" He started as a joke, eventually balancing the gift with both hands to feel the positioning of its weight. "And I already have a cane from last years secret Santa, though I suppose I don't see why I can't start a collection, I tend to burn through canes very quickly anyhow."

After setting it down by the chair he was not using, leaning it against the backing, he smiled and pulled the torn wrapping off the table so the others had room for their gifts or drinks. "Regardless, it is a nice gift. A kind thanks to however gave it."

L.L chuckled slightly at the gift of a cane. Rykosar seemed fine without one. He observed the work along with Rykosar and stated, "I don't understand. I'm sure it would've been a lot faster and more efficient to simply buy you a cane, and then they could've made sure the cane is sturdy enough for you. This one is covered in imperfections."

Realizing his rudeness he shook his head. "My apologizes I spoke out of turn and rudely on top of it. I'm sure it's... what is that saying... oh yea, it's the thought that counts."[/spoiler]

ing the box set before him. It was about the size of a bread box, wrapped in a beautiful purple paper, and tied together with a dazzling gold ribbon. Hanging from one of the threads was a crimson name tag; how cliche, yet completely thoughtful all at the same time. The sight of it made the prince chuckle in apprehension.

Plucking at it carefully, Chance slowly undid the gold ribbon, pulling it away from the box. He wanted to take his time, making sure he could soak in all the enjoyment he was sure to gain from this gift.

Once the ribbon had come off, he said a silent ‘fuck it’ to himself and ripped the purple paper off in one clean swipe. When he did, it revealed a box, and by this point Chance was becoming so giddy it was difficult for him to remain his composure.

As he opened the box, the first thing he saw brought a grin that stretched from ear to ear. First up was a Grinch Christmas dinner tie; one of his favorite holiday movies. He picked the item out of the box and laughed under his breath as his eyes moved from the Grinch, to little Cindy Lou. He would have to take a closer look at it later, but for now he seemed to have other presents within the box.

Next up, he brought out another tie, this time a Charlie Brown one. Chance had always had a liking towards the little boy, and especially his dog Snoopy. The redhead couldn’t help but laugh again as he remembered watching some of the old shows.

He placed the tie aside with the Grinch one, and pulled two more out of the box. These two were a little more interesting. In one hand he held a rather dazzling and festive tie that showcased some of the best parts of Hanukkah. In the ot

Merry Christmas to all the Lounge c:

Good work everybody, Merry Christmas to everyone

And looking through these, I realize just how little Arma and Crevan care. Jeez, a world without Xmas. XD

Just to start the guessing of who gave what: Dante gave George the wine because he said so in his letter.

Musicbox came from Seb?

Seriously, though, I don't know how people manage to do collabs on GDoc. It's just so... blegh. Especially with everyone's schedules and time zones being skewed.

Multi-tool... idk lol

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Just to start the guessing of who gave what: Dante gave George the wine because he said so in his letter.

AW- HOW DID YOU KNOW?!

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Seriously, though, I don't know how people manage to do collabs on GDoc. It's just so... blegh. Especially with everyone's schedules and time zones being skewed.

I know right, but we did it sorta!

Also, Ken_Rou's gift probably came from Kyra. And by probably, I mean she probably told me. But it's all really just speculation at this point.

And no idea where my gift came from, but whoever sent it is a BAMF!!!

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Musicbox came from Seb?

No, it didn't, but whoever had that idea, nice job.


I don't really have much of a clue on who gave the Bite the Bullet to my character, sadly

Sorry for the delay! To those of you who didn't send me gift origin stories, shoot me a PM and I'll update this! Or just post it in the tread. Either or!

ntically, simply impatiently. *He was waiting for his gift to finish growing. *He was a man of plants, and plants was all he knew anymore, and he knew how to create most sorts of things from plants, including weapons.

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Floris watched patiently as the vines finally finished growing together into a spiral blade, which Floris quickly cut off at the roots to prevent them from growing out any further, or he risked letting the vines bud flowers instead of thorns, which were the important part of the gift. *“When someone likes weapons, you give them more destructive capability I suppose.” *He mumbled to himself, shaking his head at the thought of fighting. *“This is more a ceremonial weapon, but I’m sure he’ll find a way to make it useful for him.”[/spoiler]

mself as he looked around his now-collapsed basement.

The secret base has a humongous basement that we usually throw our unneeded shit in, and while I was trying to find a replacement for my sword, the almighty mountain of junk fell, leading to the whole place looking like a wasteland... I'm surprised that I didn't end up dead from it though.

I just remembered that I needed to find a present for the Christmas party too... Well, at least I have a good place to look for it. Might as well start finding for something.

I looked around, and saw an expensive looking case in the distance.

"There could be something interesting in there"

I walked over to it, and opened the case. What I found inside was something that looked like a large Swiss Army knife, big as my whole hand. I took it out, and noticed the tool was fairly thick. Too thick to be a "normal" S.A. knife.

I flinged out one of the options, only to be surprised by what it was: a screwdriver. I flipped it over, and saw the label of the product.

"Huh... 'Mechanic Helper 3000; over 20 tools for engineering in one' That's a stupid name. It's peeerfect"

I rushed to the stairs, and yelled at Vamprina as soon as I got up.

"Vamprina! Where's the wrapping!?"[/spoiler]

ryone gets to enjoy the feeling of the holiday spirit. However, this year things are going to be a bit different for our antiheroes, the Suicide Sisters, as they're planning to do something they've never done before; handing a gift to a guy. It doesn't sound too hard at first, but considering for their tragic pasts, it's going to be an incredibly awkward Christmas. Bella Donna, the blonde pig-tailed punk girl that wields a large razor blade, hated the idea from the start, but Eliza Arachne, the dark-haired gun-wielder in an aristocratic fashion, manage to pull it together no matter how much it turns their stomachs.

They're at the public mall to shop for the “perfect” gift for their Secret Santa, Mister Sebastian Gladstone, a young man with pixels as his primary use of weaponry. The Sisters are discussing over on what gift would be enough to satisfy the man while Eliza is looking over wRHG Roster on her tablet.

“This Christmas is going to suck, Eli...” Bella spoke in disgust. “Why did we agree to be part of this?”

“Because,” Eliza replied, “it hands us the perfect opportunity to know our future challengers in case if they decide to battle us. I know how much you hate this, but we can pull through it. We had done things far worse than this.”

“Yeah, yeah...” she responded ignorantly. “I just want to get this shit over with so we can go back home and celebrate our own version of Christmas cheer.”

“The last time we celebrated Christmas, you dosed my eggnog with a sleeping agent just so you can buy yourself time to find my stashed presents.”

“By the time I found them, they're just empty boxes covered in colorful wrapping paper.”

“You were mad at me for the past 3 days, approximately, for pulling such a deception on you. I still can't get over the fact that you've fallen down the stairs while in a rampant ire.”

“You know, it's surprising how I haven't seen you laughed in ages... such a magical time.” Bella smiled at the memory.

“Indeed. Now according to the roster, Mr. Gladstone has an unusual obsession with chocolate delights.”

“Is that it? Well then, lets just pick up some boxes of chocolates and we'll be on our merry way.”

“I wish it was that simple, Bella. There are many variations of chocolates around here, I doubt that he would enjoy just ordinary chocolates you can get from a local drugstore.”

“Can we get the assorted kind?”

“Bella, I don't think you understand. If he wanted chocolates for the holiday, then it has to be something special, not just plain chocolates. I fear that he would be very displeased with that decision in mind.”

“Why would we care!? It's a guy we're talking about here! We don't trust guys!”

“First off, Leo and Agent M are males that we've trusted. Second, this is Christmas, and we need to be highly respectful to our receiver, even if it means jumping off a cliff twelve consecutive times.”

"I'd rather do that instead."

"I'd rather hear your support than your constant whining."

Bella lowly growled in irritation.

“Okay, Eli. Where can we get some “special chocolates?”

“Where else? The candy store. I've heard they're selling something very special.”

“Then why are we in a mall, Eli?”

Eliza casually points down towards a store of the mall; a colorful shop of assorted bright colors, and a sign above the candy cane-striped door saying, “Savory Delights.” The two head inside the gaudy-textured building and see the entire room is oozing with Christmas spirit; candied snowmen, chocolate Santas, rows and rows of jumbo large candy canes, and almost everything Christmas-related as far as the eye can see.

“Ow, my eyes are hurting, Eli. Just by looking at the constant red-and-white striped canes gives me a headache.”

Eliza ignored her whining and head towards the counter for information.

“Excuse me,” Eliza called to the semi-bald old man in a red uniform and white apron, “do you have any specials we can examine. My girlfriend and I are looking for a present for a Secret Santa gift.”

“Ah,” the old man replied confidentially, “you're just in time! I was about to put them in display. Give me one moment.”

The old man heads back into the door behind him, searching for special treats for the Sisters.

“Say Eliza,” Bella called inquisitively, “does it have to be just one present? I mean, why not two?”

“What are you going at, Belle?”

“I'm just sayin', the guy might be expecting two gifts in one since there's two of us. Wouldn't it be fair to do so?”

“Since when do you start caring for him?”

“Hey, I'm just saying, Eli! I've never met the guy! Just a suggestion, sheesh.”

Eliza perused with great concern onto Bella's facial patterns before turning back to the returning employee. He is seen carrying a few boxes in his arms before setting them upon the counter before him.

“Alright, ladies. These are the specials I have for now.” He organize the boxes in rows so the Sisters can see. There are five special boxes of candies that are displayed.

“Right here we have Jumbo Sugar Stones, assorted jumbo jawbreakers that comes in several kinds of unique flavors. Here, we have a limited-edition Taffy Whips that includes a special Mango-flavored taffy whip inside. Over here, there's a box of Gummy Snakes, fun for the kids who enjoy large-sized gummies. Here, for a limited time only, we have Bite the Bullet chocolates in shape of bullets. Fun for friends who like a candy-version of Russian Roulette. And finally, we have Whammers, a crunchy treat that pops in your mouth; it's like eating a ball of Pop Rocks.” The man chuckled.

“That's all I have for the specials. Feel free to browse around, madams.”

The Sisters inspect the boxes carefully before locking eyes on the Bite the Bullet merchandise. Bella got curious and couldn't help to know more about this particular box.

“What does it make Bite the Bullet so special?”

The old man smiled, “I thought you never asked.” He leaned on the counter and explained about this type of chocolate.

“Bite the Bullet contains 12 bullet-shaped chocolates, and one of these bullets contain a powerfully hot chili pepper. You simply roll the die on what bullet would you eat. I wouldn't recommend this to kids since the spiciness of the chili might be too much to handle. What I've heard is that the pepper 1 million on the Scoville Scale, thus making it as hot as the infamous Ghost pepper.”

Bella gave a wide, sinister grin across her face. The both turned towards each other as if they have the exact same idea. Without warning, the dark-haired woman gaze upon the old man and rapidly answered, “We'll take it.”

Back at their manor, the Sisters are ready to wrap the savory devil up and deliver it to the poor soul. Eliza, in charge of wrapping it, chose a lavender and purple-checkered wrapping paper and cloak the box under it, while Bella chose a roll of black ribbon to tie the present up. She carefully went around the edges of each side before finishing it into a pretty black bow.

Now that it's done, it's time to take it to the cabin, where the others will meet.

"You know, I'd almost feel bad for the guy," Bella spoke.

Eliza looked in surprise. "Really?"

She gave a small chuckle and replied, "Nope. I just want to see the poor sap beg for water."

"Well, answer me this."

"Shoot."

"What if one of us bites the bullet?"[/spoiler]

[spoiler=From Serena]“Thank you for helping me with this. I really appreciate it.”

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It was a cold winter morning of December. Two women were walking hand in hand down one of the most busy and prestigious roads of the city. Both were dressed quite heavily, although the style was very different: the one on the right was showcasing a beautiful black pullover, matched to very elegant pair of linen pants and black winter boots. Her partner was the complete opposite: rocking red clothing across the line, starting from a red Christmas hat, following up with a thick crimson scarf and a bright red sweater, topping all off with a pair of red jeans and red, furry boots.

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“I know for who I need to get a gift. She’s a member of the clan I used to be in. We never really talked much, but she was one of the people that helped me recover. So I guess it would be fitting to repay the favor. As for what would she like, I am completely clueless.” The banshee’s eyes wandered towards the ground as she finished the sentence.

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“Well, she is related somehow to voodoo magic, but I don’t know much about that. “

<> Tanya’s tone was quite authoritarian, so Serena believed her word.

“I don’t really know much about her. Can’t we just buy like some magic doll or something?” The amber eyes of the banshee turned towards her partner, trying to get a response. They had a very childish and innocent look, resembling the eyes of a child when he sees a beautiful toy and desires it as a gift. But those eyes were met by Tanya’s crimson, serious looking eyes. That was enough to make the banshee turn her head around and break line of sight.

<< Trust me it is not a smart idea. Some people might even get offended by receiving something not related to their beliefs. Let’s sit at that bar, have a hot chocolate and talk this through. I’m freezing my ass. >>

Both looked at each other. Tanya had a big smile on her face, as she did for the whole journey from Serena’s apartment to the center of the city. Serena, on the other side, had been serious for the whole time. She was really getting into this thing. She didn’t want to disappoint anybody. But when she saw Tanya’s radiant smile, she could do less than crack a smile of her own.

Serena stared deeply into her smoking cup of hot chocolate, cradling it with both hands. Tanya was carelessly talking with the waitress lurking around their table, but the banshee didn’t pay much attention to what her girlfriend was saying. After a couple of moments, a hand slowly crept into Serena’s line of sight, reaching her right hand and gently caressing it. Her head popped up, as her eyes crossed Tanya’s.

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“Yeah, I’m fine…”

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“I swear I’m ok.”

The banshee tried to break eye contact with Tanya, but her eyes were gazing at her with intensity. She broke down after just a couple of moments.

“I’m not ok, you’re right. It’s just…I don’t want to disappoint anybody.”

Tanya’s face shook. After keeping a weird expression for about two seconds, she burst out laughing, scaring the other customers sitting around her.

“What’s so funny?”

<> It took the woman a while to recompose herself, as the banshee was as red as a tomato.

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With one swift move, Tanya grabbed her cup of hot chocolate by the handle and instantly brought it to her mouth, taking a swig of the substance. A mere instant later, her hand quickly brought down the cup and rested it on the table, as she was now suffocating a scream.

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Serena couldn’t do other than laugh.
“I guess that’s what you call Karma. Anyways, thank you.”

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Serena’s eyes dropped into her cup of chocolate. She was carefully going through her memories, trying to find any sort of information relatable to what Sabine would like doing. There wasn’t much to look into. But as her mind ran through the events that happened with the Acta Sanctorum organization, she remembered seeing her listening to a lot of music.

“I think she’s really into music. I remember one time she wa-“

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“Wha-? I guess. I don’t kn-“

Tanya jumped straight on her feet, almost knocking down her chair and flipping the table. With a quick move she grabbed Serena’s hand and firmly pulled her off from her chair.

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“Wait! Tanya! The bill…”

With one swift move, Tanya pulled out from one of her pockets a 50 dollar bill and placed it on the counter of the bar. She seemed to have winked at the waitress sitting behind it, because from what Serena managed to see, she was absolutely shocked about what was happening.

In the matter of moments the two women were right out in the winter cold again.


The gentle sound of a doorbell resounded in the music store as the couple entered inside. They were instantly greeted by a somewhat weird smell and the face of a young man leaning on the counter, carelessly strumming what seemed to be a rather expensive electric guitar. The whole room was packed with instruments. Guitars and basses sitting basically everywhere: walls, shelves and even on the ground. Numerous amplifiers were scattered all over the place, as a gentle buzzing sound was echoing in the room. Serena was hypnotized by the entirety of that scene; without even noticing, she started wandering around in the room, carefully analyzing every single instrument. Tanya on the other hand, went straight to the shopkeeper.

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It only took her girlfriend’s voice to make the banshee snap back to reality. With a quick turn, she starte

Ah, even this helps show how little they care for the holiday. XD I love Crevan and Arma.

I might be blind but da hell gifted Serena the vocal belt for the " 10% " increased voice?

It increases volume of her voice, like the range of her attacks I suppose.

Its a weird gift.

So it took me about 14 days for me to finally come back here and realize that I forgot to shoot Crank my gift origin story...hffphhhhhh. Currently on another computer where the file is not at about 2 in the morning so I'll see if I can send it over at a more decent hour. Better late than never I suppose.