|Locations||The Wreck of the Edgar Fitzsimmons|
|Monster Parts||arm, head, tail, torso|
The Mer-kin are a savage race of cunning underwater jerks. Their interests are limited to stealing stuff, stabbing stuff, and being mean to stuff. This one was skulking around the wreckage looking for stuff to steal, but now that you're here, he can indulge his other two interests as well.
He hooks you in the <forehead> with his hookspear. It hurts realbad. Oof! Ooh! Ow! Ugh! Ow! Oof! Ugh! Eek! Argh! Ow!
He spears you in the <ear> with his hookspear. It hurts realbad. Ooh! Eek! Ugh! Argh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ouch!
He smacks you with his fishy tail. There's nothing fishy about how much it hurts. Ouch! Argh! Ooh! Oof! Eek! Ouch! Ooh! Argh!
He hooks you with his hookspear, pulls you closer, and spears you several dozen times, all the while smacking you with his tail. What a jerk. Eek! Eek! Ouch! Ow! Ouch! Argh! Ooh! Ugh! Eek!
He tries to hook you, but you play hooky from being a hookee.
He tries to spear you, but you fear the spear and dodge.
He tries to smack you with his fishy tail, but you frighten him with a ramekin of drawn butter.
He drops his hookspear, and briefly curses his slimy little vestigial hands while he tries to pick it up. (FUMBLE!)
|You gain 160-240 Meat (average: 200, stdev: 16.73)*|
|You acquire an item: Mer-kin hookspear (2.1% chance)*|
|You acquire an item: Mer-kin takebag (4.0% chance)*|
|You acquire an item: Mer-kin thingpouch (25.5% chance)*|
|You gain 116 <substat>.|
Occurs at The Wreck of the Edgar Fitzsimmons.
- The name is a riff on merfolk and the tendency of fantasy races to end in "-kin". Examples include kithkin and stormkin.