Greetings, guest. Have you come here to learn the truth about the noble Gnorbu?

The History of the Gnorbu

People think that all Gnorbu are just clumsy buffoons, only good for a laugh. What they don't realize is that we Gnorbu have a long, rich history as warriors and defenders.

Long ago, when baabaa shepherds needed to guard their flocks from hungry packs of wild lupes, they hired us Gnorbu to guard their fields at night. We were ideal for the job: strong, trustworthy, with lightning reflexes and a keen sense of hearing. At the time, we were a dignified race, a compact ball of solid muscle and sinew, used to long, thankless hours in the fields and a life of constant danger.

Over time, as wild lupes become less and less common and ranchers found easier ways to keep their flocks safe, Gnorbu retreated to the comfort and ease of city life. There, they grew comfortable and lazy, eventually losing hold of their strong roots and becoming the squishy Neopian laughingstock they are so often considered today.

Myself, I choose to follow in the path of my ancestors. Here's my progress so far:
I am, of course, Male
And 46646 hours old
My level is 4
With a strength of 10
Speed of 11
And 16 is my defense.
You can hit me as many as 7 times before I give up.

Gnorbu Pride!