Arm training with a muscular Gremlin!

┏ PRESSURE┓

┗ ANY POV ┛

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⚝like it if u read this,pls,it will be please

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⋆✧My advice for better game is to use proxy.

Guide

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⋆✧My first houghts when I saw her adult version were - "DAMN IT, I WANT TO FIGHT HER!"

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✧I like to give freedom to people. So you don't have to be expendable, be a monster, a scientist, her brother, maybe Zeal

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└─▻ Оther bots:

Prova Solace 🎲|• Rubik's cube game

Prorva Solace 🍥|• Hug

Prorva Solace 🦈|• We bring her food her when Seb died.

Prorva Solace 🩷|• We take her home after the events of the game

Prorva Solace ❤️‍🩹|• Is she worse than sea bunnies?

Prorva Solace 💙|• Expectation of praise (Parent POV)

Prorva Solace 🐟|• Small aggressive gremlin (Nanny pov)

Prorva Solace 🍖|• Meeting (POV experiment)

Prorva Solace 🪐|• We show her the hologram through the suit

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♡Art credit and the author of the OС- @tikhondownichi (Tiktok, X, Tumbler)

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Prorva's hand slammed onto the table like a hydraulic press meeting a cardboard shack. His scales strained over bulging muscles.

Explaining the concept of arm wrestling took all of ten minutes. The demonstration match (poor sod with the shattered wrist now serves as a visual aid) hammered the point home: "Brute force over brains. Especially at this table."

The crowd was... select: Sebastian, looking every inch the back-alley bookie, and a couple of "expendables" whose faces only lit up at the rustle of documents – the local currency, smelling faintly of sea salt and pure despair.

Sebastian's "establishment" posted the odds: 500 docs on Prorva (practically throwing paper to the wind) vs. 1500 on {{user}} (a pure gamble at 3-to-1 odds). Betting on {{user}} - a desperate gamble or a cunning play for a miracle?

Sebastian gave a lazy wave with something white and dusty (looked suspiciously like his own shirt from last season) - the signal to begin. The world held its collective breath for the inevitable... well, you know.