Current EP: 8,660 / 10,000
Alright.
By now, you probably get it: I'm not like other Hollows.
Most of them skulk around in the dark, hunting, devouring, growling.
Me?
I hold sand fighting tournaments with myself and make bone sunglasses for sleeping Adjuchas.
But today, I had a bigger idea.
A revolutionary, world-shaking idea.
"GRUOH!"
(Hueco Mundo… needs a karaoke night!)
Sure, we don't have microphones.
Or speakers.
Or actual music.
But I had rocks.
And sticks.
And an overwhelming disregard for common sense.
So I set to work.
I grabbed a log that was shaped vaguely like a mic stand.
Found a hollowed-out skull for percussion.
And used a long flat bone as a guitar.
By the time I was done setting up my stage (a raised sand mound), I was already feeling giddy.
[SYSTEM NOTICE: Created Hueco Mundo's first makeshift concert stage — +400 EP]
Current EP: 9,060 / 10,000
Now came the hard part.
Finding an audience.
Turns out, most Hollows don't like being invited to anything, especially not by someone shouting "GRUOAH! KARAOKE NIGHT, GET YOUR BUTTS OVER HERE!" while holding a rock mic.
Most ran off.
Some threatened to eat me.
One threw a bone at my head.
But I did get a couple of curious onlookers — a weird snake-Hollow with a single eye, a spiky bat thing, and some blob creature that just kind of squelched in place.
Good enough.
I took the stage.
Cleared my throat.
And belted out my best Hollow roar rendition of what I remembered from my human life's pop songs.
It was…
It was bad.
Like, sandstorm-summoning bad.
The nearby Hollows winced.
The bat-Hollow actually covered its ears.
The blob creature liquefied in what I can only assume was auditory distress.
[SYSTEM NOTICE: Delivered performance so awful it caused environmental damage — +600 EP]
Current EP: 9,660 / 10,000
Then it happened.
A bigger Hollow, a four-armed bull-headed beast, stomped up.
"GRUAGH. STOP THAT NOISE OR I'LL CRUSH YOU."
I blinked.
Tightened my grip on my rock mic.
"GRUOOOOOH!"
(THIS IS KARAOKE NIGHT, YOU PARTY-POOPING BARN ANIMAL!)
And — in a move of pure, reckless instinct — I chucked the skull-percussion instrument at his head.
It missed.
But hit a rock, bounced off, and somehow smacked him in the back of his own skull.
He roared in fury and charged.
I screamed and bolted, my legs kicking up sand as I fled across the desert.
[SYSTEM NOTICE: Angered a higher-ranked Hollow by bad singing and skull assault — +300 EP]
Current EP: 9,960 / 10,000
I barely made it back to my cave, diving inside as the bull-Hollow crashed into the wall outside, shook the ground, and stormed off.
Panting, covered in sand, and somehow more alive than ever…
I grinned.
"GRUHEHEHEHEHE."
One more good, dumb stunt.
That's all I needed now.
[EP: 9,960 / 10,000]