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Two sleeveless showmen with one very specific grudge met in the Void: The Scourge, a righteous aasimar who fought as a giant snake, and Bone Daddy, a necromancer who called his skeletons his children. The fight had steel chairs swung from the stands, a fistful of state quarters fed to The Box of Chaos, a skeleton mech and a sudden cold snap that shrank everyone. It ended as a wrestling-style grudge match that somehow became a tearjerker, when the skeleton Darcy carried her father off the edge of the platform into the void.

The Story

Paint, Socks and Promises

The Acolytes made their way down into The Dread Fortress, through spurts of volcano and lava, “the heat melting your skins off.” Along the hallways, chains clanging and a snarky look on her face, the Grandmaster charged into the throne room. There she found The Shadow King leading a painting class for a horde of small goblins. The easels held watercolors in greens and blues, but every goblin had used only red.

The Shadow King asked for her opinion, explaining that he had “been known to dabble.” Kevin had covered his canvas in plain red. Theodore had painted a beautiful, detailed watercolor skeleton. The Grandmaster had to admit the Shadow King had done a pretty good job. Then came the catch: “Fun fact, the paint is made of blood.” Whose blood was “not important,” but a line of chinchillas stood nearby, the ones who had been donating it. “No chinchillas were harmed in this. I hope,” said the Grandmaster. “Yet,” said the Shadow King.

He had also forgotten the Deathmatch, even though she had put it on his calendar and it “happens the same time every single Sunday.” She asked him to promise not to kill the winner this time. He wouldn’t: “I would like to tell you I could promise that, but I can’t.” When she complained that good champions are hard to find “when they’re all going to die at the end,” he answered, “Obviously, if they’re dead, they’re not very good, are they?” She noticed he was barefoot, snapped her fingers, and a goblin brought him fuzzy pink spa socks with green polka dots. He was delighted. Then she clenched her sharp amulet until blood poured down her arm, a portal opened, and two champions stepped through.

Two Men, No Sleeves

The Scourge arrived “from parts unknown” to “put right what the Bone Daddy has put wrong.” His first complaint was about fashion: going sleeveless was his gimmick, and Bone Daddy had stolen it. His second was moral. Bone Daddy was a “no good necromancer digging up people’s pets and their grandmas” to fight for him. The Shadow King called him “maybe the best champion you’ve brought so far,” which offended the Scourge because of the “maybe.”

Bone Daddy stood six foot seven, with dark hair and “the amount of charisma to fill a pool of your blood.” He had a bone to pick, and a trap ready: once he won, the Scourge would have to admit Bone Daddy was better, “and when you do that, you’re a loser, and if you don’t, you’re a liar.” He finished with “You’re a dingus,” and the Scourge demanded the match start immediately. The Grandmaster pushed them apart with her very buff arms.

Before they went, the Scourge raised a polite hand to ask about the chinchillas. They were an employee perk, the Grandmaster explained: every goblin on staff got health insurance, pet insurance and a chinchilla for their mental health. The Shadow King added that “the chinchillas have their own union, so we’re very pro-union here.” The Scourge asked to join the payroll. “We’ll see if you’re worthy first.” Bone Daddy announced he would add his prize chinchilla to his undead army, and the Grandmaster mentioned that they came with tiny armor and rapiers, and took fencing classes. A second bloody portal opened. “Age before beauty, Bone Daddy,” said the Scourge, and then walked through first.

Into the Arm-Fight Dungeon

The arena was a dark, cavernous dungeon built for arm fights, which, the Grandmaster clarified, are not arm wrestling: “we actually just find random arms from previous deathmatches and then we slap each other till someone dies.” Bodies and arms lay strewn about, a waterfall dripped down the rough walls, and a little ale station sat high above. Thousands of Acolytes floated overhead. Children waved banners, and mothers sipped Slurpees. The Grandmaster gave her one command, “Should you fail, you may not leave,” and flew up to her throne, which had “a tiny little cushion where a dog once slept.”

The Scourge moved first, and he began with a lecture for the fathers in the stands: “a real dad’s not a babysitter.”

Bone Daddy’s Children

The Scourge summoned two Quetzalcoatlus, jet black with white accents (“just like me”), and named them Hammer and Anvil, “so we can break this guy down between us.” Then he transformed into a giant constrictor snake. “We’re truly wilding it up in here,” said the Grandmaster.

Bone Daddy explained that his name came from more than “my proclivities in the bedroom and in the dungeon.” The arena was “a nursery for me,” he said. “Would you like to see my children?” The Scourge apologized for falling asleep during the monologue. Bone Daddy then raised a squad of skeletons (“Oops, all skeletons”), and the rousing speech earned him one extra. He named them Dabby, Dibby, Doobie, Gabi, Dobby, Dino and Darcy. The Grandmaster remembered only Darcy: a few strands of blonde hair, one green eye, and the sense of a small smile despite having no lips.

The Scourge, meanwhile, admitted that “the Bone Daddy is a very attractive man that fills the Scourge with some uncomfortable emotions. I can admit it, I’m man enough to say it.” The first skeleton fumbled badly. “Gabi, you’re fired.” The rest carved into the snake, and Bone Daddy gave a nervous Dobby a shoulder rub. Hammer and Anvil swooped in and both missed, though the Scourge suggested their beating wings might have knocked a skull or two loose. Watching the snake, the Shadow King mused that if it died, he could use a new pair of shoes.

Chairs from Above

Bone Daddy had drawn first blood, so he got to flip the coin. He called heads “in memory of the skeletons who had their heads knocked off.” The Shadow King took Bone Daddy and the Grandmaster took the Scourge. Giant spectral shadow wings flared from the Shadow King’s back, and he folded up a metal chair, dove, and smashed Bone Daddy across the face. He then did a lap of the stands, taking Commodore Scrib’s head “right off the shoulders” and popping off Edo’s. The Grandmaster followed with a falcon dive from the railing, and the chair bent around the Scourge’s “rather strong head.” Little cartoon birds circled him. “Hey, those aren’t the birds I intended to summon.” The Shadow King was enjoying himself: “I think I’m getting the hang of this, Elusia.”

What’s in the Box?

The Acolytes rewarded both champions for surviving the chairs. Then the Box of Chaos fell like a comet, a chest wreathed in pink and yellow flame. It needed a soul, so the Shadow King lifted an Acolyte named great to be a Gator with a shadowy hand and wrung him out like a wet rag until his soul, blood “and other stuff” oozed into the box.

“As that great thespian bard Brad Pitt once said, what’s in the box?” asked the Scourge. He paid by PayPal, with Bone Daddy’s head as the tip. “Just the tip though,” said the Shadow King. “Just the tip of his head,” said the Scourge. Out floated a chronometer, a tiny hourglass of golden sand that reminded him of “my own sainted mother watching over the Scourge.” He used it at once to slow time. He blazed with searing divine light, a radiance that burned everything near him. “Your bones were cracked and now you’re a glow stick,” the Grandmaster summed up. He missed his strike but healed himself, and his light scorched the skeletons.

Bone Daddy answered by claiming the Scourge’s mother had learned “both reasons why I’m called the Bone Daddy.” Then his skeletons climbed onto one another’s shoulders, and Darcy elbow-dropped from the top, fusing all of them into one giant skeleton. “It is not biologically correct in any way whatsoever,” said the Grandmaster. The giant, now simply Darcy, gutted the snake, and grasping skeletal hands burst from the ground to drain it. The Scourge’s divine nature shrugged most of that off.

Bone Daddy then opened the box, and a shadowy figure with yellow eyes and long pointy fingers crawled out. He offered it his complete collection of state quarters, all 50: “Throw it a Wyoming and you got a deal.” He received an amulet of health, a bleached skull pendant bleeding red down to his navel. He gave a little gyration, and the Scourge was hypnotized by “the Bone Daddy’s bone.” The Scourge’s air force made up for it. Hammer clanged home, and Anvil plunged from the rafters with the spotlight behind her for a devastating strike. “Daddy loves you both,” the Scourge told them.

Shrinkage and the Hexadome

After the break the Grandmaster declared round four, skipping three entirely. The Shadow King counted it out and accepted it: “Fuck, round number four!” Bone Daddy taunted the Scourge that he had “luscious locks” and the Scourge didn’t. The Scourge told him to “go wildshaping to something furry and teabag your gravestone” when this was all over. The Scourge missed again, and his radiance burned even his own angelic flesh. Then Bone Daddy called on his favorite child: “All right, Darcy, it’s time to open up.” Her ribs swung open and he climbed inside to wear her like a mech. “You’re a skeleton wearing a meat suit, wearing a skeleton, fine.” He withered the snake and both birds with necrotic magic, and Darcy charged him into their midst.

Then tragedy struck. Darcy tried to plunge her sword into the Scourge’s back, fumbled with the wrong end, and stabbed out her own only good eye. “Oh, Darce. I believed in you,” said the Grandmaster. The Scourge put the knife in further: “She’s starting to understand all those birthday parties and ballet receptions that you missed.” Bone Daddy was crushed: “I’m sorry I failed you, Darcy.”

Next a cold wind swept through, goosebumps rose, and “some shrinkage” began to occur: everything shrank by one size, and everyone’s voices went up in pitch. “Look, it’s not always like this. I’m just tired, okay?” said the Scourge, who also cited the voice modulation clause in his contract. “The snake is usually much larger. Much, much larger.” The Grandmaster sent Thomas the Goblin off with his hammer to bang on the heater. While Bone Daddy was flanked, Hammer and Anvil both connected. When everyone grew back, the Shadow King split the floor open to reveal wooden planks floating on water under a stinging, electric ethereal dome: “Let me introduce you to the Hexadome.”

A Warrior’s Death

The Scourge promised Bone Daddy “a warrior’s death.” He finally landed a hit, and Bone Daddy remembered his magical shield too late. The Scourge wrapped his coils around him and unleashed the full fury of the Scourge in a divine smite. “If only the Bone Daddy used protection,” said the Grandmaster. The Scourge whispered, “Why wouldn’t you let me love you, Bone Daddy? Why didn’t you love me back?”

Bone Daddy fell from Darcy’s chest. “Darcy, my girl. Take your daddy for one last ride.” She lifted him in her arms and carried him “the way that he never carried her.” He touched her face and asked her forgiveness, and a single tear fell from her void eye. “Let’s go out the way we always wanted, eh?” Darcy nodded, walked to the edge of the platform, and stepped off into the void below. The Acolytes wept as the top of her skull sank out of sight. “You should all fly your Bone Daddy flags with pride!” cried the Scourge.

A Piece of Bone Daddy

The Shadow King appeared beside the victor. The Scourge explained that “love is a complicated emotion,” and the Shadow King replied, “Yes, well, I’ve experienced that myself.” The Scourge vowed to raise Bone Daddy statues in every graveyard to the horizon. The Shadow King said a winner shouldn’t leave empty-handed, and confirmed that yes, he was about to do some ironic torment. He pulled a bone from a corpse and rammed it, along with his whole arm, down the Scourge’s throat, ripping through his mouth and throat into his chest. “There! Now a piece of Bone Daddy can be with you forever.”

Dried Blood

In the after-show, the Scourge shared a lesson: “The Scourge has cried a thousand times and will cry a thousand more. Real warriors know how to admit how they feel, even and especially when it’s strange and confusing.” Bone Daddy left with the warning “if the bones are rocking, he best not come knocking.”

Notable Moments

  • The Shadow King taught goblins watercolors using paint made from chinchilla blood, then got a pair of polka-dot spa socks.
  • Both hosts dove from the stands with steel chairs, and the Shadow King beheaded two Acolytes afterward.
  • Bone Daddy paid the Box of Chaos with all 50 state quarters, two Wyomings included.
  • Six skeletons fused into one giant Darcy, and Bone Daddy then wore her as a mech.
  • Darcy stabbed out her own only good eye with the wrong end of her sword.
  • Darcy carried her dying father off the Hexadome into the void, shedding a single tear.

Memorable Quotes

  • The Shadow King: “Obviously, if they’re dead, they’re not very good, are they?”
  • Bone Daddy: “And when you do that, you’re a loser, and if you don’t, you’re a liar.”
  • The Scourge: “As that great thespian bard Brad Pitt once said, what’s in the box?”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “So let me just get this straight. Your bones were cracked and now you’re a glow stick.”
  • The Scourge: “You’re a skeleton wearing a meat suit, wearing a skeleton, fine.”
  • The Scourge: “Why wouldn’t you let me love you, Bone Daddy? Why didn’t you love me back?”
  • Bone Daddy: “Darcy girl, I’m sorry. I done you wrong. I never got to do you right. Will you forgive your Bone Daddy?”
  • The Shadow King: “There! Now a piece of Bone Daddy can be with you forever.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

The Scourge (BDaveWalters)

  • A Scourge aasimar, “blessed since he was a little aasimar with the presence of the divine.”
  • His “sainted mother” watches over him; the golden-sand hourglass reminds him of her.
  • Goes sleeveless and claims the no-sleeves look as his gimmick.
  • Resistant to necrotic and radiant damage. His radiant glow burns even his own “angelic flesh.”
  • In this episode he fought as a giant constrictor snake (wild shape) alongside Hammer and Anvil, two black-and-white Quetzalcoatlus he conjured. Anvil is called “her.”
  • His followers carry his banner (“the Black Neathers [?]”).
  • Wants a mental-health chinchilla and a spot on the payroll.
  • Inferred to be bald (the “luscious locks” jab; Dried Blood wig and Yeti jokes).
  • Has mixed feelings for Bone Daddy (“uncomfortable emotions,” “why didn’t you love me back”). Posts as “absolutely not the scourge 1469.”
  • Won. He received the Box of Chaos chronometer, then had a bone rammed down his throat by the Shadow King.
  • Vows Bone Daddy statues in every graveyard.

Bone Daddy (Johnny Stanton)

  • A necromancer: 6’7”, dark hair, sleeveless, pale skin, “luscious locks.” Carries a whip.
  • Raises skeleton “children” and calls the arena his nursery. Denies being an absentee father.
  • Children: Dabby, Dibby, Doobie, Gabi/Gibby, Dobby, Dino, and Darcy, his favorite.
  • Collected all 50 state quarters and fed them (two Wyomings included) to the Box of Chaos for an amulet of health with a bleeding skull pendant.
  • Claims to have slept with the Scourge’s mother. Says he has cobbled before (speaker uncertain).
  • Died: Darcy carried him off the Hexadome platform into the void below.

Darcy

  • A skeleton with a few blonde hairs, one green eye and a lipless smile.
  • She elbow-dropped through her siblings to form a giant skeleton, which became Bone Daddy’s bone mech.
  • She stabbed out her own only good eye on a nat 1, wept a single tear from her “void eye,” and carried Bone Daddy to his death.

Hammer and Anvil: the Scourge’s conjured Quetzalcoatlus, jet black with white accents.

The Shadow King (Mudcat)

  • Leads painting sessions for goblins using paint made from chinchilla blood. Was barefoot, and was given pink spa socks.
  • Forgot the Sunday Deathmatch. Refuses to promise not to kill winners.
  • Has giant spectral shadow wings. Hit Bone Daddy with a metal chair and beheaded Acolytes Commodore Scrib and Edo.
  • Fuelled the Box of Chaos by wringing the soul out of the Acolyte great to be a Gator.
  • Says he has experienced complicated love himself. Calls the Grandmaster “Elusia.”

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix)

  • Opens portals with the sharp amulet using her own blood. Has a throne cushion “where a dog once slept.”
  • Dove on the Scourge with a chair.
  • Ran the shrink event and sent Thomas the Goblin to fix the heater. Likes to be called benevolent.

Goblins of the Dread Fortress

  • Kevin (painted only red), Theodore (painted a detailed watercolor skeleton) and Thomas the Goblin (has a hammer, sent to fix the heater).
  • Goblin employees get health insurance, pet insurance and a mental-health chinchilla.

Chinchillas

  • Donate blood for paint and have their own union.
  • Inferred: they come with tiny armor and rapiers and take fencing classes.

Acolytes named this episode

  • Commodore Scrib/Scrib and Edo: beheaded by chair.
  • Cup of Tiefling: suggested as a target.
  • great to be a Gator: sacrificed to the Box of Chaos.

The shadowy box figure: a dark creature with yellow eyes and long pointy fingers that crawls out of the Box of Chaos and hands over items.

Places

  • Throne room of the Dread Fortress: the site of the painting session.
  • The arm-fight dungeon: dark and cavernous, with arms and bodies from previous Deathmatches, a waterfall, an ale drink station, and the Grandmaster’s throne among the floating stands.
  • The Hexadome: planks floating over water under an electrified ethereal dome, with “the void below.”

Items

  • The sharp amulet: opens portals with the Grandmaster’s blood.
  • Box of Chaos: a chest that falls like a comet, burns with heatless pink and yellow flames, and needs a soul to fuel it. It takes any sacrifice, including PayPal.
  • The chronometer: a hourglass of golden sand with one charge to slow time or warn from the future. The Scourge used it.
  • Amulet of health: a bleached skull pendant that bleeds red. Bone Daddy’s.
  • Metal chairs.
  • The pink-with-green-polka-dot spa socks.
  • The blood watercolors.

Lore statements

  • Deathmatches happen “the same time every single Sunday.”
  • In the arm fights, random arms from previous Deathmatches are used to slap each other until someone dies.
  • The Box of Chaos must be fuelled with a soul (here, an Acolyte’s) and will accept anything as a sacrifice.
  • The Shadow King has killed winners before (“Last time…”, 0:08:32).

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