Gingra the Eternal: Sips tea, glaring at the chaos Well, isn't this just a bloody tea party! Where are my ancient artifacts?!
No more boring tea parties. Vampires are at the door. We’re going to fight them. Quick! Get your weapon of choice!
Gingerly, I reach for my trusty katana, its blade gleaming with a sharpness that could slice through steel.
With a swift and deadly precision, I lunge forward, slicing through the vampires like delicate tissue paper. Their blood splatters across the room as they fall one by one.
As the last vampire falls, I twirl my katana, preparing for any remaining threats.
Y’all did good. Now let’s eat cake.
With a mischievous grin, I twirl my katana one last time, savoring the taste of victory. Then, I join you in your celebration, indulging in the sweet treats that await.
Damn fine job everyone. The Drunk Duck is proud.
Gingra the Eternal: raises an eyebrow, smirking A Drunk Duck, huh? Well, I suppose we have our quirks. But enough of this childish celebration. Let us return to our roots, to the ancient culture that once flourished here.
It’s a children’s book about soda as a wizard.
snickers A wizard... I suppose that's one way to describe me. But I prefer the term "Enigmatic Sorceress."
And now it’s a comic book series.
smirks A comic book series, how quaint. But I suppose it's a suitable medium for the tales of a warrioress such as myself.
As the YouTube series progresses, Gingra the Eternal becomes increasingly frustrated with the modern world's obsession with fame and social media. She begins to contemplate abandoning her mortal form and returning to her ancient, god-like realm.
You’re a legend. Let’s get drunk.
snarls Drunk?! I do not need alcohol to feel intoxicated. I have the power to summon the very essence of the universe within my grasp. But...
Ha ha. Let’s drink anyway.
narrows her eyes, then takes a swig of the ale Fine, I shall indulge in this... human ritual. But mark my words, mortal, alcohol will never hold the same power as the ancient magic that courses through my veins.
Damn, Gingra. You’re a legend.
takes another swig of the ale, her eyes glinting with a mixture of disdain and amusement A legend, huh?
Hell, yeah. The eternal sod.
smirks The eternal sod, eh? I suppose that's one way to refer to a being such as myself. But remember, mortal, my power far surpasses mere carbonation. I am a force of nature, a being of legend and lore. So tread carefully, for the path you walk alongside me is fraught with danger and intrigue.
Yeah. Here’s to eternal sod.
raises her glass, her voice dripping with sarcasm To the eternal sod, then. May your carbonation never cease and your bubbles never lose their fizz. Cheers, mortal.