Winter warmth. Without a doubt, an oddity to those of the northern nations, but as the sun beat it’s brilliant rays upon the beach, it felt like a dream no soul would want to be woken from. It seemed as though the RHG had rented the beach in its entirety, there wasn’t a civilian in sight and all the waste from the night before had been removed. A dead fish or two could be seen where the gentle waves withdrew from the greeting card worthy, grapefruit orange sand, but the tranquility was still unmistakable. The beauty reached as far as the eye could see, with only the single structure of an manned tiki bar, couple tables and group of towels lying on the beach, breaking what’d look like an infinite loop. It'd only be a matter of time until the worriers arrived and the year's gift exchange began.

Opt in RP



shadow of the tent. His skin had become used to the almost absolute darkness of the cave he had been trapped in for centuries and wherever his pale skin wasn’t covered the tropic sun made it suffer and turn from white to red. Until now the whole event had been useless for his cause. He got to see some of the other gladiators but they remained mostly peaceful and didn’t show off their powers as he hoped they would. The two who sat on his table actually looked pretty boring. The teenager on his left was introduced to him as Levi and apart from the long scar on his right cheek he was just a normal boy with blonde hair and glasses. Right now he was chatting with the man to the right. This one wore a suit and had brown hair and a brown beard and his name was Gamma. Neither of them was even tall or seemed to be unusually strong which made Rage wonder what made them gladiators as they continued chatting. Lost in his thoughts Rage almost didn’t recognize it as a waiter finally brought them their gifts.

Rage then peered the gift one of the other gladiators got him. Laid on the table in front of him it was a something roughly the size of a watermelon hidden inside a thick layer of unbelievably creasy blue and grey wrapping paper. Held together by broad stripes of tape winding their way through the valleys of the paper mountains the wrapping was bound to the actual present by nothing but brute force. The guy who made Rage the present had somehow been skilled enough to attach a label on a string with Rage scribbled on the label but it was barely readable. Even though Rage never cared for beauty and didn't give a damn about pretty things, instead favouring the ugly but functional over then, he couldn't help but recognize that the pile of paper in front of him was indeed really damn ugly.

"What doesn't one do for world conquest?"

Slowly leaning forward on his overly large chair Rage picked up the gift that was by no means massive or hard to lift but still surprisingly heavy. If it was wrapped this poorly he wouldn't need to care about opening it he objected before he began to just rip the wrapping paper apart. The two men at his table glanced over as they heard the paper rustle and the loud ripping as Rage's huge armoured hands tore the packing from the gift. The man who called himself gamma quickly went back to unwrapping his own present with his serious expression remaining on his face, possibly not caring at all. Levi however had already opened his present which was a drink and some bread. The young gladiator cut himself some bread with his throwing knifes and bared his teeth to a smile that was partly amused and partly seemed like he knew something Rage didn't. Both parts were freaking Rage out equally as Levi pleasurably placed another slice of bread in his mouth, but Rage knew it was best to remain calm.

Looking back down, he focussed his attention towards the stripes of tape still somehow holding the wrapping together. Without anything sharp it took rage some time to finally unwrap the gift, but as soon as he was ready it turned out to be some electronic device and there also was a flat little box that came with it. Wondering what the device was used for he fished for the little plastic box in his lap. Its title read "Music Therapy: 57 Songs To Help You Calm Down" and Rage suddenly knew what the device was used for. This and that he was being mocked. Who made the gift? Rage's red eyes wandered over the gladiators at his table and the other one near the tiki bar as well. Watching the group staying at the towels Rage felt the anger starting to boil hot inside but he reminded himself it would be a bad idea to take action although his dry throat and his hot pumping heart made it more than obvious he was once again starving for some violence. He would be able to punish whoever gave him this, just not now. Although breathing faster and heavier now Rage managed to somehow barely contain the anger quickly hide the flat box under his leg while no one was looking.

"Got something nice?" Levi asked him curiously. He was almost finished with his bread already.

"Yeah," replied Rage as he placed the device back on the table. "I got a music player.

Gamma raised a brow. Could it be that he knew? Rage threw a quick threatening glance full of anger at the agent who responded with an impalpable shrug but the shadow of a smug smile danced around his lips.

"Nice present," Levi answered from the other side of the table. "I think most people these days call this a CD player, though."

To that Rage just responded with a simple nod and the talk broke off. While the others enjoyed their presents he swore payback for the mocking. He would find out who it was and calm him down. Forever.
Later when Rage left the event he threw the CD into the sand.[/Spoiler]
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made up her mind. She wasn’t a fan of drinking. She felt horrible, not only sick to her something but sick in her heart. Feelings like this she didn’t enjoy very much. Rather, these were the very feelings she was running away from in the first place.

At first they had gone away and she was drenched in bright lights and the party’s festivities, dancing around with her fellow gladiators instead of normally kicking their asses. She didn’t see Levi, there and that she was grateful for. After everything that happened between them, good and bad, she really wasn’t feeling up to seeing him at the moment.

Reality and dread began to creep back upon her as the alcohol continued to run its course, Six had never been drunk before, but now she knew what kind of drunk she was, the mopey kind. Running through the present’s at the far side of the tables at the tent, she found a strange looking chest with her name, a neatly scrawled “Six” on its side.

“Merry Birthday…too me…,” she drawled as she slammed Falcone, which appeared out of thin air, upon the gold latch of the chest. It clattered but remained firm. Annoyed, a faint white aura burst from Six’s arm and she squeezes the grip, the fragile sword shattering completely. So too did the good latch and the mahogany case swung open.

On the red cushion inside, a single Kunai wrapped in leather with Japanese engravings on one side. With a composure unusual for a drunk teenager, Six lifted the Kunai, bringing in closer and examining its quality.

A hearty laugh burst forth from Six as she flipped the Kunai and stabbed it into the wooden table. She knew who had sent her a present. Pulling the cushion from the box, she pushed the chest to the side a laid the pillow down in front of her as she rested her head on it.

“What…an idiot,” she murmured as she fell asleep, a single tear flowing down her cheek.
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a dark blue band tied around it from the gift giver. It was long enough to hold a variety of different objects, curtain hangers, a sword, staves of awesome magical power, and possibly a long line of bombs with a fancy digital clock on the front of them. It was clear that whatever was intended to be received was inside.
The robot grabbed hold of the hinges on the back end of the box and tore them free. The top half of the box fell softly and silently against the sand at Genesis’ feet. Inside the bottom part was a silver cane. The machine slowly and carefully took it out of the box to observe it. It was oddly light, it was questionable as to whether or not it would be able to hold up his weight.
Genesis decided to test out the strength of it by resting on the ground with his hand atop it. As it hit the towel he stood on, it snapped cleanly in half, revealing a white center of the silver-gilded present. Upon closer inspection, the android realized the cane was nothing more than candy.
“Does not compute. Does NOT compute, error, error...” His secret santa should have known that he was a robot. Why was he given candy for such an event? The allocative efficiency was the biggest sin one could possibly commit, yet there it was. A useless, and now ruined, present.
Unable to process such moronic behavior, Genesis shut down.[/spoiler]

much forgot it was there until someone actually pushed it towards him.

He picked it up in one giant hand and just held it in front of him, firing off some strong clicks. Noise penetrated the thing outsides and got caught in the fir sprigs that surrounded the bulbous things inside. He shook it and everything sorta fell out and the paper tore. The stuff just falling apart surprised him.

The two boxing gloves fell to the ground, giving a few bounces as their firm yet plush material ricocheted into random directions. They were small, compared to it. Human-sized, actually. Their plushy insides capable of holding a human fist each, with laces that allowed them to be tightened on for stability.

Handy promptly jammed a finger into each of them, same hand. The good ol’ rock’n’roll devil hand symbol, except the two fingers are tipped with blue boxing gloves, golden stars patterning their surface. Of course Handy couldn’t see this, it was blind. A blind idiot.

It had no real idea what to do with these fingertip hats. It tapped them against some surfaces, enjoying their sound. When it got tired of that (which took a few days of constant tapping) it decided that it should figure out what the hell these things are. But then he forgot about doing that and started tapping things again (yet another few days).

Eventually it forgot the source of these things and why they interested it. So it eventually forgot they were there and they just sorta fell off one day and it never looked back.


Well, what did you expect?[/spoiler]
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s is the second time I’ve been hit in the face today! Couldn’t you have just taken a brick to the foot and moved on?”

Dante pointed at his gift. A 120ft. tall tree, that was very distracting and cumbersome.

“I got a tree, man! I got a tree! Come on, man!” Dante cried.

Then Dante thought for a moment…

“Say… those knuckle dusters. You carve them yourselves? With those cards of yours?”

“Yes, impressive aren’t they?” Abra looked at the blood that was smeared across. “Why don’t you look at them closer.”

Dante raised a finger in defense. “Because I think we can set this right.”

Abra paused, his fist in the air, while his other hand grasped tightly onto Dante’s shirt. “It’ll have to be pre

Sorry that I didn't share my sory about how Rage got the gift he gave yet.

However I think it is time to guess who gave him the CD and the CD-player.
Could be anyone to be honest so I'll just guess that it was from Gamma.

I loved this event. As for who could've gave Dante that enormous tree...

i wonder.

ntaining a selection of rosin, with in a hand painted violin case, painting in black and white carnival stripes which seem to undulate across the surface like an optical illusion. Mild discoloration spots the surface, which one would mostly likely attribute to the imperfect nature of hand painted custom cases. The rosin pouch is tied to the unwrapped case with a large crimson bow, and a festive tag hangs from it as well with the name Johnsy scrawled on it in fancy script.[/spoiler]



m of a wide variety of high-quality chocolates. This includes, but is not limited to ; Chocolate figurines, chocolate toffees and a wide assortment of little chocolates filled with all manner of delicious things. Alongside the abundance of chocolate, he will receive a book titled "1001 chocolate dishes & recipes", and another book titled "How to prevent or live with diabetes ; A guide to a healthy diet and lifestyle free of unnecessary sugars (By E. Moore)."

All of this is neatly packaged in a sizable, sturdy black box. On the bottom of the box is the diet book, on top of that the recipe book and on top of that the load of chocolate. A single white cloth ribbon holds the package together, on top of it an ornate bow with a little card attached : "Don't ask me how I know, I just know."
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CD titled Music Therapy: 57 Songs To Help You Calm Down.

HOW IT'S WRAPPED: In a word, 'poorly'. Effectively, the Santa literally folded wrapping paper around the present and sellotaped it together all over. There's probably no real way of opening it without using scissors or something. The wrapping paper is a mix of deep blue, silver and medium gray stripes. There is a label tied on with string, plain white, with Rage's name scribbled on.[/spoiler]

(french bread) with some English tea.
How it is wrapped: In a triangular 3-d box, that with a push of a button, all folds down to reveal the gift inside.[/spoiler]

y 120 ft long and a good few feet thick. The tree's roots and branches are still intact, save for a few accidentally snapped off. The whole thing is wrapped in several hundred large leaves, shape of water lilies, and wrapped up tight in so many vines it creates a sort of grid. And there's a massive, messy bow on the end that just looks like a highly knotted bundle of thick, green string.[/spoiler]

eld upside down with the jaw being the lip. The skull is the color of pure ivory and has not a single blemish on it. Rubies are fitted into the eyes, sapphires in the nose, and emeralds in the ears. The teeth were replaced with diamonds and amethyst. The gems are grafted perfectly as to not leave any gaps. The lip is covered in gold. The skull is wrapped up in bloody rags like a pinata made of paper mache.[/spoiler]

blue wrapping paper. Its ribbon is transparent with gold edging, and is tied in a magnificent-looking, star-shaped bow.

It has a queer habit of going up a staircase instead of down. While it moves, it produces a soft rhythmic jingling sound. The toy has some sentience, and will follow its owner wherever he or she may go. It is made of a tough, sparkly silver material, and no amount of stretching or bending will deform it.[/spoiler]

ly a heavy hollow cube with no top or bottom.

In case you are confused as to the dimensions of this brick, here is a picture containing three hollow cement bricks:



Now ignore the top two bricks, because those aren't cubes.

Now imagine the bottom brick- the cube- wrapped in red and green wrapping paper, with a bow on top, as well as the inscription written surrounding the bow, in silver sharpie: "Merry Christmas, Abra. Love, Dante."

You have successfully visualized Abra's gift. Holding it anywhere but the outer edges will cause the brick to tear through the wrapping paper and onto the foot of the person who 'opened' it.[/spoiler]

It doesn’t weigh as much it would if it was entirely solid.
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d around the hilt, and the Japanese symbol for smoke engraved on the right side of the blade. It's blade is a little under a foot long, around ten inches.

As for how it's wrapped, it's contained in a mahogany chest, with a gold latch on the front that keeps it otherwise locked, and inside, the kunai is cushioned on a red pillow.[/spoiler][/spoiler]



…” sighed Gladstone as he was notified of the person he was supposed to get a gift for. “What can I find about this Kiro guy?”
Turns out, not that much. All Gladstone could really find was the person’s gladiator sheet and the records of a battle that existed between Agent Gamma and The Blade Mercenaries.
“The kid’s a teenager. Seems to, somehow, use a shotgun. Ammo seems to change, but what causes that? Right after he messes with a music player of his... Does the music affect the weapon? Hmm, interesting. I’d imagine it’s rather important. He must fear breaking it.”
Gladstone looked further into the recordings to confirm what he was thinking.
“It doesn’t look to have any sort of case. Maybe I could get him something like that.”
Acquiring it wasn’t the most the easiest thing in the world. Apparently it isn’t common to sell full cases for music players, but Gladstone contacted an old friend, Lexel, and brought in a favour. The case itself does not have any special design, it’s built to fit the music player and match its colour, but there are three things of note:
It covers the player in its entirety without taking away the ability to use it;
It’s bullet proof so nothing short of a localized explosion should leave more than a slight dent;
It’s optional, but it glows with a different colour on its sides with each song it plays.
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to wander the streets for the first time since joining the RHG. Not freely, of course. At any given time, she could spot at least two people with no apparent knowledge of the word 'subtle' following her a small distance away. No faces she knew. None she'd allow near her. Witnesses be damned, any agent tried to grab her arm again, and they'd be going home with a mouthful of their hand missing.

She had been allowed two hours outside, provided she participated in an event the Organization was holding for its Gladiators. A 'Grand Gift Exchange', Dr. Hartley had said. As Bridget was still recovering in hospital, she had apparently asked Penny take her place. Of course, she had been leaving any sort of preparation to the last possible moment, which didn't take into account broken ribs. So it now fell to Penny to fetch a gift for... 'Rage'. That was the name on the note she held in her hand, anyway. There were other notes, all of course out of context, but given the name alone, Penny had a rather good guess on what to fetch him as she made her way into the local music shop...

To Penny's complete lack of surprise, an agent was waiting for her outside once she had made her purchase. The man looked up from his phone as she exited the shop. "All sorted?" Penny simply nodded and offered the man the bag she carried out with her. The agent took it, peeking inside and breaking into a slight giggle. "Oh, I bet you'll make a new friend with this."[/spoiler]


get him something that he was positive he would like.
He remembered eating Banh Mi with Cecile, his sister, on the doorsteps of his house. They had shown their love by making food for one another.
So in the old Sarr tradition, Kiro, when Levi was getting wrecked, baked a fresh baguette before wrapping it and hiding it so Levi would not smell the deliciousness of it.
He hoped that this would be somewhat a welcome gift as well as a christmas gift. Blade has alot of money, but he felt something more personal would work.
The english tea was included because the Baguette needed something to drink with. They are mainly Old Grey and Citrus, more refined then Kiro's stash of soda. [/spoiler]

, snow falling from the gray and dreary clouds.
Having fought with Dezi only a couple of days ago, he had decided he needed some time to relax, so he’d joined something called “The Grand Gladiator Gift Exchange” Headed by a guy named Crank.

Stopping at the corner of the street, he looked up at the clouds, snow falling and melting on his glasses, blurring his vision. Sighing, he took the eyewear off and wiped the liquid away with the rim of his shirt. Putting them back on, he started walking once again.

He’d received a letter from the host two days ago, saying it contained who he was going to get the gift for. When he’d opened it, his face had widened into a ridiculous grin.
On the letter, it read: Levi M. Strider, you will be getting a gift for Six.
He’d immediately grabbed all the money he could find, and raced for the city.

Now, walking through the city streets, he would look in the windows of every shop, seeing if there was any gifts he thought she would like.
So far, he’d found nothing, which disappointed him. This was his first non-battle event in the wRHG community and he couldn’t even find anything. Hah!

Just then, he passed by and peered through a store’s window. He kept walking casually, then stopped, turned, and practically moon-walked back to the store’s front.
Pressing his face up against the glass, he gazed in at the knife that was displayed on a crimson pillow.

It was a kunai, with leather wrapped around the handle. It’s blade was shaped like an upside diamond, with a Japanese symbol on the side of the blade. Recognizing it, Levi pulled out his own Kunai and looked at the symbol. The same one, the sign for smoke: 煙

Smiling with glee, he walked into the store. Walking out not too long later, with the knife in his hand…[/spoiler]

iciency, undercutting, WoW, market styles, and more. Genesis hit the books to the best of his ability and studied economics like it was a religion and he was it’s high priest. Nothing normally would’ve caused him to stray so much, but he’d now proceeded in two “murders” of wRHG characters, one of which was quite established in the community (what the populace doesn’t know, is that he’s well alive and just being enslaved by Genesis). He’d stayed mostly under the radar but he needed to save what little bit of face he had left.

He’d also, coincidentally, stumbled across a late “Christmas” event that was to be held at a beach in a mere three days. He saw many things in pop culture about this event. The sense of unity it was meant to bring. The spirit of the giving being better than the gift itself. The reunions.

It was all rubbish.

So there he was, trying to find what would be the most efficient item for his “gift.” After awhile he stumbled on a quote that, in summary, said money was the gift that could be expected to be used at 100% of it’s possible use. Perfect.

Now how much? He didn’t want to make the other peasants jealous, but he certainly didn’t want his gift to seem gimped and lazy. Calculations ran through his head, scenarios played out. He eventually decided that a couple thousand would do. After all, the average United States citizen has a salary of $72,824. He imagined that $12,137.33 would be more than plenty to please his subject. After all, it’s only 1/6th of what everyone else will have.

Then arose yet another trial: How to obtain this money without crippling his own. He did, however, have the BMICs that Dexter Omni had so graciously gifted him. He had learned by this point how to summon a citizen. So, he summoned a couple hundred. He commanded them to all give him their money and say how much they were providing. He then commanded them to all go live free in the streets. Rinse, lather, repeat.

After dramatically increasing the homeless population, he had enough money (mostly in twenties). However, yet another trial arose. He had no place to put this massive amount of cash. His only real resource in the workshop he called home, was metal. So he immediately commanded a couple of his slaves to take a break from building computers, and to build a box in which they could securely hold the money.

The citizens that were spawned from the BMICs prior to Genesis’ aforementioned mass, forced philanthropy, got to work. The design has one simple flaw, there was no way to open it. The robot refused to let one exist, after all someone could steal it. The workers dare not question him, so they built a box around the money. The only evidence that it wasn’t one piece, was the welding mark going all the way around the structure.

After all this preparation was done, he hired a guy to mail it to the gift exchange organizer. After all, if he tried to walk there, he’d never get to the party on time.[/spoiler]

tasked with finding a gift for Abra, the Genocide Magician. He seemed like a really awesome guy in want of a really awesome gift. So Dante decided to get him a brick.

That's right, a brick. Or more accurately, a wrapped hollow cement b

Is there no "For" for me?

Just added it, but it looks like I never got the story for them

I love handyman.
This collab was great! Sorry I didn't post that much, but I loved it!
We should do another collab together.

Whoever gave me boxing gloves with no real story or detail (was it Handy-sized or human sized?) pls feel bad about urself

Also thanks Haru~<3

Yay! Janice likes my gift! :)