Start: 64 Quests Quests Done: 46 Items Gained: 1 Times Stung: 1 Stats Gained: 2 Total Net Profit (including Items): +6,844MP Total Net Profit (excluding Items): -192,965MP Total MP Spent: 393,228MP Average MP Spent on a Quest: ~8,548MP Average MP Gained excluding items: ~4,319MP Highest MP Reward: 12,483MP Lowest MP Reward: 1,812MP Is she worth it? Nope. Just get the avatar and buy the items you want off of the shop search.
All prices on items are at the time of buying/obtaining them! If item is obtained, Net Profit includes the theoretical profit if the item happened to be sold at the price listed on Shop Search at that time!
I will be adding to this as I do her quests, obviously all details above are subject to change!
Ask: Giant Red Lily Cost: 507MP Reward: 10,183MP Net Profit: +9,676MP
Ask: Giant Green Carnation Cost: 331MP Reward: 3,125MP Net Profit: +2,794MP
First set: Guineueng is no longer hungry or thirsty and is really happy! Guineueng is no longer hungry or thirsty and is really happy! Guineueng is no longer hungry or thirsty and is really happy! Guineueng was caught and has been arrested. You will need to go to the Prison to release your pet Guineueng was caught and has been arrested. You will need to go to the Prison to release your pet
Second set: Guineueng is no longer hungry or thirsty and is really happy! Guineueng is now male
rate it pls
will be added to as i continue writing it
Let's be honest here, I may be called weakling, but it's completely untrue. I am just lazier than a cow on a hot summer day. Now, that's the real fact about me. But, I mean, I guess it just shows off as me being incredibly weak compared to your average person, so it's whatever.
I kinda like the nickname though. Probably something like Stockholm Syndrome towards people calling me it, though, considering it probably ain't too positive of a name.
Eh, whatever. Do I really need to explain? A nice, air-conditioned room is really all I need, so they can call me whatever they want. Maybe I'll just drop out of the outside world and chill for the rest of my life in my room.
I would totally do that, if it weren't for a specific someone-or-other...
Do the dishes, she says. Clean your room, it's filthy like a pigsty! she complains. You don't do anything around here, you lazy child!
Blah,blah, blah. I'll get to it later. I respond nonchalantly. "Later" probably means "never," though.
She continues her endless rambling that I don't hear a single word of, standing in my doorway. Moooom, I groan, throwing back my head, hair flying off of my head. I'm buuuusy.
The rambling continues until she becomes irritated, stomping back down the hallway to continue whatever she was doing. I pick up my head, looking back at the sheet of paper sitting on the desk in front of me. Something math-related I couldn't care less about. The 90 degree weather made it impossible to do anything school-related.
I get up and climb out the window because I live on the first floor and I CAN. I don't want anything to do with the weather- I'm already soaking from the amount of sweat I have produced in less than 10 seconds of being in direct sunlight. Thankfully, most of the people who live near my house are smart, and are within their air-conditioned homes, unlike a certain someone, so no one saw me dying slowly of heat stroke. That would be embarrassing.
I finally walk up to the side of a small convenience store that sells some nice snacks. I grab a soda and some ice-cream, which melts nearly instantly once I leave. I swear, I could see my soda disappearing, the evaporation rate was at its peak in this death-causing weather.
