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A relentlessly cheerful paladin who believed in the power of friendship met a fighter who never stopped crying, in a dusty dig site where something that should have stayed buried had been unearthed. Daisy Bloom spent the whole fight trying to make Misery her best friend: she rode a moth, hit him with cactuses and prayed to Criss Angel. Misery answered with steel, tears and a slowly revealed story of love and betrayal. It is one of the strangest and saddest Deathmatches of the Shadow King’s reign, and it ends with a grave and a smile.

The Story

Ribs in the Throne Room

The Acolytes were welcomed into the Dread Fortress, whose castle stands among angry, rumbling volcanoes, “this beautiful soundtrack of disruption.” The Grandmaster charged down the hallway and burst into the throne room. There she found the Shadow King at a hot, smoky grill, flipping a rack of ribs. She reminded him that the fortress has a whole floor of kitchen. He was unmoved: “This is my throne room. I can do what I want with it.”

He was smoking them low and slow with Kansas City sweet sauce, “the only kind that matters.” The Grandmaster approved, since she has no patience for vinegar sauces or mustard bases (“Vomit everywhere”), and decided that “at least I know we’re still somewhat related for a reason.” The Shadow King was gracious about it:

The Shadow King: “Yes, I might have killed your friend and taken over this, you know, your throne and your empire, but I’m not a monster.”

When she asked whether this was a tailgate for “the yelling football thingy,” he pointed at the ribs and observed that “this fellow here had a tail.”

Two Champions

The Grandmaster ripped the amulet from her neck and cut her hand with it. By now the blood “begins to pour down quite easily.” A portal opened, and two champions stepped through.

Daisy Bloom, Beacon of Village Town, had overheard the sauce talk and declared ketchup her favorite. She arrived bearing “the power of friendship and love and light.” She insisted she was unlike anyone they had ever met: “I have dead parents and a mysterious patron and I’ve been chosen to save the world and that’s never happened to anyone before.” She added that her makeup was not makeup. She was born this way.

Misery had a different outlook. Wine gone bad can become vinegar, he said, “some value from what is lost. But human souls, they aren’t like that.” A black butterfly landed on his finger. He crushed it and spread the dust. When Daisy asked if it was coming back, he told her: “That feeling of hurt that you’re experiencing, hold on to it. Better to be sad and cry than feel nothing at all.” Daisy was undaunted. He could go through fifteen more butterflies, she said, because by the end of this they would be best friends.

The Grandmaster’s advice was to “smother them in friendship if you get my drift.” She also warned Daisy, who said she had been chosen so many times that “it’s a lot,” that “this might be the last time you’re chosen if you don’t make it out alive.” The ribs were done, so the Shadow King snapped his fingers and the goblins packed them in a cooler to take along. Misery declined his share: “I no longer experience any joy from food or drink.” Daisy happily claimed his portion and pocketed every bone.

The Dig Site

The Grandmaster grasped the amulet again, blood dripping down her other forearm, and a blue portal opened onto an abandoned excavation: sand, low walls and dunes, and dust that coated the throat and rattled in the lungs. “This is one of my favorite escapes,” the Grandmaster said. People had dug here “until they found something that they really shouldn’t have dug up,” and that is why it lies empty. The Acolytes floated above, cheering. The Grandmaster’s speech urging the champions to unleash it all drifted into “this is starting to sound sexual,” and she spread her wings, shot into the sky and left the rest to the Shadow King.

Misery got the first move. “Words wasted time. I’ll show you why I’m here. And you follow through on your promise when this is done.” Then he drew his greatsword and shoved Daisy into the sand. She simply let herself fall: “You can shove me all you want, but I’ll always get back up.” He answered with a savage critical strike: “What will you breathe in? Ash? Dust? Or perhaps the sting of steel.”

Janet

Daisy crab-walked away toward the only garden in the arena, a tiny cactus garden with pink and yellow blooms, cheered by a dusty butterfly she took as “a small little bit of hope.” Up close she noticed something about Misery. He had been crying the whole time, in a slow, steady stream, and the sand stuck to his tears and built little sandcastles at his feet. As she escaped he swung and missed, and his blade plunged into the dirt. He stared into it, lost in memories.

Among the cacti Daisy struck a vogue pose while wounded Acolytes yelled down, “Don’t touch the cacti!” Then she summoned a steed. It was a mid-sized glowing moth, drawn by her lanterns, wearing a harness she described as “a shitty bra.” It lifted her six inches off the ground. When she asked its name, it answered: “My name’s Janet.” Janet rose to seven inches. Daisy took this as proof: “That’s what the power of friendship can do for you. Believe it.” When the hosts got mean, even Misery took her side for a moment. “I might be the embodiment of misery and pain and stuff, but they’re being super mean to you right now.”

The kindness did not last. “Is this a mockery to me?” Misery asked the crowd. He walked nose to nose with Daisy and said, “This will hurt me more than it hurts Janet.” Janet slid apart. No blood came out. Black and white butterflies poured from her body, turned to dust and drifted into the stands, where the Acolytes choked on them. “We are all Janet,” the Grandmaster declared. “We have all now consumed some Janet in our life.”

Blood, Cactus and Heelys

Asked to explain how eating a dead friend could empower anyone, Daisy told her origin story. She was orphaned in Village Town when a supernatural force of evil killed both her parents, and she was later chosen “by this, like, alien” to defeat it. As a small child she lay between their eviscerated bodies and slurped up their blood, “a couple liters maybe,” dirt and all. Afterward she “took out like 15 villages,” and only the sight of a mob calms her now. The Grandmaster was appalled, though for her own reasons: “I can’t even drink one liter of 7-Up.”

As Misery listened, still frames flickered through his mind: children laughing, the flash of a blade, himself on his knees at a grave. He cried harder, and the sandcastles grew. Then he shoved Daisy into the cacti. Needles got into the joints of her plate armor, her armpits and the backs of her knees. “This is like when you fall in snow and it goes in your butt,” she said, and drew a life lesson from it: “But the cactus always gets you in the end, baby.” She ripped up the cacti and fought back “dual fisting cactuses.” One landed, one glanced off, and one drove its needles into her own body.

Offering a little sympathy, the Grandmaster dropped a gift for each champion: a pair of Heelys. The Shadow King assured everyone they were “the name brand ones… We’re not going to Great Value Heely you.” Daisy pointed out that real Heelys are velcro. Nobody thanked the Grandmaster, so she called a break to cool down and promised chaos when she returned.

Dodgeball and the Box of Chaos

She kept her promise. Deep-fried moth nachos were on sale in the stands, and then the Acolytes emptied their pockets onto the champions. Down came popcorn, stinky cheese, unfinished tax returns, eighteen pennies and lint, pineapple on pizza, cats, and raccoons of varying sizes that latched on with their claws. Unimpressed, the Grandmaster emptied her own pockets as well, and dagger dice, squid, ramen and the Shadow King’s rib bones rained down.

Then she told an Acolyte called Forty to save his box with a hole cut in it for his special someone. The Shadow King had Forty floated down, grabbed him with a shadowy hand and lifted the lid. “Oh. It’s just his dick!” He sliced Forty open with a shadow blade, tore out his black soul and threw the body onto the battlefield. At a snap of his fingers, The Box of Chaos fell from the sky. He fed it the soul, and a column of pink and yellow fire erupted from it. Any sacrifice would earn a magic item in return, he explained, and “what you give may impact what you get out, or not at all. We don’t know.”

Betrayal and Blindness

“Have you ever had friendship wielded against you?” Misery asked, and struck through Daisy’s armor. On his second swing his tears and the sand caked his eyes and blinded him. “I know that pain. I live by that pain and I hold onto it. It’s the only thing that keeps me in this world.” Daisy tested his blindness with a rude gesture. He didn’t react. Only later did she learn he was trained to fight blind. She flipped behind him and hammered him “from the back,” and for once she didn’t hurt herself. “Every day, we get better.”

A heated debate followed. The Grandmaster declared the arena “strictly David Copperfield only,” while Daisy remained a devotee of Criss Angel. “Criss Angel can’t hear you here… He’s not your patron,” the Grandmaster told her, but Daisy knelt behind Misery anyway and prayed to him for protection. Then the David Copperfield faithful in the crowd granted both champions a burst of luck to “use it before you die!”

The Blade of Nothingness

Misery dragged his sword to the Box of Chaos and wept into it. Another memory surfaced: a laughing child running to hug a young Misery, then the silhouette of a knife going through someone, and Misery coughing blood. Two yellow eyes and a clawed hand rose from the Box, which shouted “Quit!” and slammed itself shut. When it opened again, a shadowy hand placed a Vorpal Greatsword in Misery’s grip. A cloud of butterflies landed on the blade and melded into it until the steel became void, “a blade of nothingness, as if it was cut out of reality.”

Misery: “When there’s nothing left, when you can’t feel pain anymore, you become the most dangerous thing in the world. You become a monster. You understand now?”

“I mean, we could still be monsters together,” Daisy offered. “Then the lesson continues.” Her prayer held him off even after he dug deep to break it. Daisy declared that “praying to God, aka Criss Angel, was obviously the right thing to do.” She forward-rolled beneath him with both warhammers swinging at his pelvis “kind of like if a wheel had warhammers on it.” The Shadow King wondered aloud whether anyone had ever seen him and Criss Angel in the same place, then answered with a sandstorm. “Let’s see Criss Angel do this!” A tornado of sand closed around both champions and began to suck the air from their lungs.

Daisy Becomes the Moth

Misery broke through Daisy’s protection, and the void blade struck her three times in a row. To survive, Daisy reached inward. “I reach into the Void and I’m pulling out different people all the time,” she explained, and this time “the portal is me.” She summoned a steed inside her own body and let it break out through her flesh: the moth’s arms ripped through her torso and ribcage, its wings speared out of her back and its antennae came out of her ears. The result was about twelve percent moth: huge prismatic eyes, long antennae, fluffy hair, giant beautiful wings and shorter arms, on top of her own human legs. “Moth on top, and human on bottom.” It left her alive on a single breath of life.

Misery caught his second wind, and with it came the clearest memory yet. A knife plunged into his back. His eyes blazed, wings burst from his own back, and as they unfolded, the head of the silhouetted figure slid off and fell. Daisy flew up, caught him between her “strapping thighs” and tried to snap his neck, crying “Friends forever!” in a new, deep moth voice. A vertebra or two gave way, but his neck held.

The Final Blow

“Friendship fueled you, but it’s a well that runs dry in so little time,” Misery said. “At the end of the day, we’re just people clawing our way to the top, killing each other, hurting each other. It’s in our nature.” He spent his luck on a single swing, and the vorpal blade did its work. Trailing viscera through the air, he held Daisy’s head in place as they drifted down together.

Misery: “I envied you. You lived a life with so much joy and happiness. You didn’t need to know the pain that I go through… You didn’t deserve pain. You didn’t deserve this.”

He embraced her, then walked away. Behind him her head stayed in place for a moment, then fell. One last memory came: Misery, bandaged at the gut, pulling a greatsword marker from a fresh grave and walking into the sunset. “Then it’s done, isn’t it?”

The Shadow King asked if he was satisfied. He was not, but “a deal is a deal.” Misery asked for only one thing: “I want to swap places with him. Put me in the ground and give him a life. He was always better than me. He was everything to me. He deserves to live. I’m not valuable anymore.” The Shadow King stepped out of the shadows and stomped. A stone coffin rose from the earth, and he threw Misery in, sealed it and buried it in one motion. “Mind freak.” Just before the lid closed, Misery smiled for the first time in years. Whether the one he loved was given life in return was never shown.

Dried Blood

Afterward, at the table, the players shared their favorite moments. Misery turned out to have no organs to donate, just “wet sad notes,” and Daisy’s player promised to introduce a new spell, Find Steed [Internal]. The champions then left the Acolytes with their final words. Misery advised them to keep their distance from everyone, “because humans are only good for one thing, and it’s hurting you.” Daisy agreed that letting people close was “literally what killed me,” but warned against running away from them too, “so just forward roll.”

Notable Moments

  • The Shadow King smoked ribs in the throne room and had the goblins pack them in a cooler for the road.
  • Janet the moth died in a burst of butterflies, and the Acolytes inhaled her: “We are all Janet.”
  • The Shadow King killed the Acolyte Forty over the contents of his box and fed his soul to the Box of Chaos.
  • Misery’s tears in the Box of Chaos earned him a Vorpal Greatsword, which butterflies turned into a blade of pure void.
  • Daisy summoned her steed inside her own body and became a moth on top and a human on the bottom.
  • Misery won and asked to be buried in place of the one he loved, then smiled as the coffin closed.

Memorable Quotes

  • Misery: “That feeling of hurt that you’re experiencing, hold on to it. Better to be sad and cry than feel nothing at all.”
  • Daisy Bloom: “I have dead parents and a mysterious patron and I’ve been chosen to save the world and that’s never happened to anyone before.”
  • Janet: “My name’s Janet.”
  • The Shadow King: “They’re the name brand ones… We’re not going to Great Value Heely you.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “This is not a Criss Angel place, okay? We are strictly David Copperfield only.”
  • Daisy Bloom: “But the cactus always gets you in the end, baby.”
  • Misery: “I know that pain. I live by that pain and I hold onto it. It’s the only thing that keeps me in this world.”
  • The Shadow King: “Well, if it’s in the ground you want to go… Mind freak.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Misery (DeeEmSteve). A fighter, “a good, even six foot,” who calls himself “the embodiment of misery and pain and stuff.”

  • Cries constantly. His tears gather sand into little sandcastles at his feet.
  • Butterflies follow him and are part of his imagery: he crushes a black butterfly, Janet dissolves into butterflies, and butterflies meld into his sword.
  • “No longer experience[s] any joy from food or drink”; “Misery doesn’t like anything.” He calls poetry a waste of his skills.
  • Two fighting styles, one of them Blind Fighting. Also has Indomitable, Action Surge, Second Wind and Extra Attack.
  • Weapons: a greatsword carried on his back, and a Vorpal Greatsword from the Box of Chaos, reshaped into a void “blade of nothingness.”
  • Flashbacks (stated):
    • children laughing, a blade, Misery at a grave
    • a beloved friend hugs him, then a knife goes through someone and Misery coughs blood
    • Misery’s eyes glow and wings sprout from his back, and the friend’s silhouetted head slides off
    • Misery, bandaged in the gut, pulls a greatsword marker from a fresh grave and walks into a sunset
  • Inferred from 0:59:59, 1:14:46, 1:32:26 and 1:41:54: a friend he loved betrayed him, stabbing him in the back. Misery, sprouting wings, beheaded the friend, buried him, and took the sword from the grave. The episode title “Wings” likely refers to this. This is not stated outright.
  • He had a prior “promise”/“deal” with the Shadow King (0:14:10, 1:41:54).
  • After winning, he asked to swap places with “him”: “Put me in the ground and give him a life.” The Shadow King sealed Misery in a stone coffin underground. Misery smiled for the first time in years.

Daisy Bloom, Beacon of Village Town (TAYvanbiljon). A paladin (“Captain Paladin,” per Caustic Phoenix) in plate.

  • Gear and abilities: two warhammers (Two-Weapon Fighting), a javelin, three lanterns and a glow stick. She casts Find Steed and Sanctuary, has “stupid protection spells” but no healing, speaks Primordial, and animal handling is her dump stat. She has a “mysterious patron.”
  • Lore and personality:
    • Her makeup “is not makeup”; she was “born this way.”
    • Her favorite sauce is ketchup.
    • She brings “the power of friendship and love and light” and came to make Misery her friend.
    • Her orphan story: parents killed by a supernatural force of evil; chosen by an alien; drank liters of her parents’ blood mixed with dirt; “took out like 15 villages”; mobs calm her.
    • Pockets her rib bones.
    • Says she pulls different steeds from the Void each time.
    • Devoted to Criss Angel (has a poster, prays to him).
    • Over 30.
  • Transformation: cast Find Steed inside herself and became 12% moth (moth on top, human legs).
  • Thigh-choked Misery. Decapitated by Misery’s vorpal crit.

Janet (voiced by Caustic Phoenix). A glowing, mid-sized moth summoned by Find Steed, with a harness. She told Daisy her name, carried her 6–7 inches off the ground and winked at her (“You be you”). Cut apart by Misery. She dissolved into black and white butterflies and dust, which the Acolytes breathed in: “We are all Janet.” Once called “Jaina.”

The Shadow King (Mudcat).

  • Rules from the Dread Fortress throne room (“my throne room”). Smokes ribs low and slow with Kansas City sweet sauce. Goblins serve him.
  • “I might have killed your friend and taken over… your throne and your empire, but I’m not a monster.”
  • Killed Acolyte Forty and fed his soul to the Box of Chaos. Raised the sand tornado.
  • Honored Misery’s deal with the stone-coffin burial.
  • Claims nobody has seen him and Criss Angel in the same place.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • Brings champions by cutting her hand/forearm with her amulet to open a blood portal (“pour down quite easily at this point”).
  • Hates vinegar and mustard barbecue sauces. Says she and the Shadow King are “still somewhat related.” Can’t drink one liter of 7-Up.
  • Prefers wine to “human beans.”
  • Gave both champions Heelys; she has never owned Heelys herself. She was upset when no one thanked her.
  • Ran the dodgeball event. Rules the arena “strictly David Copperfield only.”
  • “Shadow King just put that one in my pocket” (unclear).

Forty / “40 man”. An Acolyte (chat member) who brought a box with a hole cut in it, which held his own genitals. The Shadow King killed him with a shadow blade and put his black soul in the Box of Chaos. His body was left on the field.

Souls in the Box of Chaos: Gator, Blissful, Vegeta and Scrib (named by Caustic Phoenix; “they’re all adults… just souls”). A creature with two yellow eyes and a clawed hand is inside the Box.

“Him”: the friend Misery asked to be given life in his place (“He was always better than me. He was everything to me.”). It isn’t shown whether he was brought back.

Places

  • Dread Fortress, amid rumbling volcanoes. The throne room (now the Shadow King’s) has a grill. A full floor of the fortress is a kitchen. There is a hallway leading to the throne room.
  • The excavation arena: abandoned, dusty sand with low (5 ft) walls. People dug until “they found something that they really shouldn’t have dug up.” It has a tiny cactus garden with pink and yellow blooms. It’s one of Elusia’s “favorite escapes.” Acolytes float above it.
  • Village Town, Daisy’s home.

Items

  • Elusia’s amulet (opens portals with her blood).
  • Ribs (the goblins’ cooler), with Kansas City sweet sauce.
  • Light-up name-brand Heelys, one pair each.
  • Deep-fried moth nachos sold to the Acolytes.
  • Box of Chaos: falls from the sky when the Shadow King snaps. It’s fed with souls and erupts in heatless pink/yellow fire. Any sacrifice, used as a free action, may yield a magic item.
  • Misery’s Vorpal Greatsword (void blade).
  • Forty’s box with a hole.

Lore statements

  • The Shadow King killed the Grandmaster’s “friend” and took her throne and empire (0:04:26). He and Elusia are “somewhat related” (0:04:18).
  • “Your father didn’t bleed much,” the Shadow King says in reply to Elusia’s line about her family’s blood (inferred to be addressed to her).
  • Daisy claims her Find Steed reaches “into the Void” for different beings each time.
  • The Box of Chaos holds Acolyte souls and gives items for sacrifices.

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