It's a Korean counterpart of E3 and Tokyo Game Show, where various Korean video game companies showcase their newly released and upcoming games. It used to be a good convention but it's now plagued with battle royale and MOBA crap and most of the games that are showcased are now either MMORPGs or battle royale games right now
The only thing KOG (the maker of Fighters Club) did on this year's G-Star is only teasing a new major update for Grand Chase and nothing much. Usually they're one of the main attentions but this year they waned down a little :(
Aaaaaand there are no zakos on the games that are currently revealed, but you can check them out here:
Collect GREEN, YELLOW and RED LIFEBAR versions in BASE, RED and GOLD VARIANTS!
Featuring underlings and low level minions as if you are facing them in a BEATEM UP Video Game!
Watch those LIFEBARS turn RED!
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Variants:
1. Base Variants (Open Release with a SELECT FEW being PATREON EXCLUSIVE)
2. Red Variants (PATREON EXCLUSIVE)
3. Gold Variants (Varied Release with a SELECT FEW being PATREON EXCLUSIVE)
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Name: White Dragon Doll ( Elara )
Age: 24
Criminal Organization: Dragon Dolls
Day Occupation: Social Media Influencer
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Character Bio:
By day, she's "Elara," the social media influencer whose feed is a masterclass in curated perfection. She sells a toxic brand of authenticity to her millions of followers, preaching mindfulness and organic meal prep from her pristine, minimalist kitchen. Her videos are filled with soft-focus monologues about "finding balance" and "protecting your energy," all while plugging sponsored vitamins and luxury strollers. To her adoring public, she is the ultimate supermom, effortlessly juggling a thriving brand with a serene family life, her beauty and grace an aspirational benchmark. In reality, she's a hollow, condescending narcissist who views her audience as mindless consumers and her family as props, her entire persona a meticulously constructed lie built on a foundation of utter contempt.
This perfection is a lie fueled by illicit chemistry. Elara is a White Dragon Doll, an enforcer chosen as much for her stunning beauty as for her lethality. Her organization, the "DRAGON DOLLS," a ruthless Zako syndicate, understands the tactical advantage of a weapon that distracts. While enemies are frozen for a crucial second by her doll-like face, she's already calculating the most efficient way to end them. To maintain this impossible double life, she relies on a custom Z.W.E. (Zako World Elite) sleep-accelerant, a potent designer drug that erases the need for rest. After a night of blood-soaked mayhem, she simply takes her dose, sleeps for two hours, and rises before dawn to erase the evidence and bake gluten-free muffins, the chemical cocktail making her a perfect, soulless machine in both her worlds.
The duality is not a source of conflict, but of deep-seated satisfaction. She revels in the power of her deception, sneering at the sycophantic comments on her posts from the blood-spattered passenger seat of a getaway car. The enhancement drugs haven't just given her more time; they've amplified her arrogance, convincing her she's smart enough to have it all forever. But the poison that flows through her veins, both literal and metaphorical, is corroding her from the inside out. The foundation of her stolen life is cracking, and the ultimate price for her hubris is coming due. The collapse won't just be the end of a career or a marriage; it will be the final, ugly exposure of the poisoned soul hiding behind the flawless filter.
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Story:
“One Punch. That’s All It Took.” — Clarissa Knox
The White Dragon Doll stepped onto the rooftop, the wind catching her white bodysuit like a funeral shroud. She smirked, adjusting her headband, her black gloves flexing. Clarissa Knox. The so-called “hero” who thought she could stop the DRAGON DOLL syndicate. The influencer-turned-enforcer had seen her fight videos, flashy, dramatic, full of style but no substance. “She’s a show pony,” Elara had muttered before leaving her kid’s bedtime story to don her combat gear. “I’ve killed men twice her size. I’m not just beautiful. I’m engineered.”
She didn’t even bother with her usual theatrics , no slow walk, no seductive taunts. She just stood there, arms crossed, chin up, the city lights glinting off her white boots. “You’re late, Clarissa,” she sneered. “Did you stop to post a selfie? Or maybe pick out a new organic snack for your next Instagram stunt?” She laughed, high and brittle, the kind of laugh that comes from someone who’s forgotten how to feel real fear.
Clarissa didn’t answer. She just walked forward. No grand entrance. No monologue. Just steady, silent steps. Elara’s smirk faltered, just for a second, as she realized Clarissa wasn’t looking at her face. She wasn’t distracted. She wasn’t impressed. She was looking through her. And then, in one motion, no wind-up, no yell, no dramatic pause. Clarissa stepped in and punched.
Not a flurry. Not a combo. One punch.
Elara didn’t even see it coming. Her head snapped back, her body crumpled like a discarded mannequin. She lay there, limbs twisted, mouth open in shock, eyes wide and empty. No last words. No heroic defiance. Just a pathetic, broken doll who thought her beauty and her drugs made her untouchable.
The White Dragon Doll wasn’t defeated. She was erased. Not by a rival. Not by fate. But by a hero who didn’t even need to try.
And that’s the most pathetic part of all.
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