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Stanley “Second Life” Gibbs, the self-proclaimed fastest gun in the West, met Gideon Regalis Electus Gregorius the 537th, a polite, terrified and endlessly apologetic duelist who just wanted an honorable fight. They fought in an abandoned saloon in a Western ghost town. Stanley died ten times and kept getting back up. Greg lost a toe and three fingers, and the real villain of the night turned out to be his own pair of pistols.

The Story

Before the Fight

The Acolytes poured in from all over The Void. Meanwhile the Grandmaster stomped down the very empty hallways of The Dread Fortress, following a racket of electric noises and gunshots. She kicked open the doors to the throne room and found it drab, dark and damp, lit only by a single screen. In front of that screen sat The Shadow King, controller in hand, playing his PlayStation.

“Fuck you, Danny!” he shouted. Danny, he explained, was his friend: “Well, Danny, I don’t know, he’s 12 and he’s a piece of shit.” He had recently learned of video games. The Grandmaster was not impressed. “We are clearly an Xbox household,” she declared, stomped on the console and hurled it against the wall.

The Shadow King protested that the guy at Best Buy had assured him it was the best console. He’d only gone to Best Buy because the Radio Shack over in Prexmarin was closed. “That Radio Shack has been closed for 38 years,” the Grandmaster told him. “Well, I’ve been in the box for 700 years,” he replied. He had, after all, once been the soul inside the Box of Chaos. The Grandmaster couldn’t believe that, of all the things he had killed, he was mourning a Radio Shack. He insisted it had a great business model. “You know what’s a great business model?” she shot back. “Death, blood, violence.” She threw the controller against the wall too, and it shattered into a portal.

The Champions

Stanley strolled out with a cowboy drawl and a hood rather than a hat. “Well, howdy there. My name’s Stanley Second Life McGibbs, and you can call me the fastest gun in the West.” When asked about Call of Duty, he announced, “I am the answer to the Call of Duty.” The Grandmaster said that made zero sense. He had come for the reward, to be claimed in the name of justice: “Who’s justice? Well, that’s the best part. That’s all up to me. Judge, jury, and executioner.” The Grandmaster had assumed Justice was his dog. He didn’t have a dog.

The green, lizard-handed Greg gave his full name and offered the shorter versions “Greg, or Gregory.” He looked up at the towering Shadow King and gasped, “Oh gosh, you’re very tall.” He admitted that one of his many siblings used to tease him with “Gregor” and that it was a sore spot, so the Grandmaster immediately introduced him as Gregor. “Gregor, it’s a strong name,” the Shadow King mused. “I knew a Gregor once. I slit his throat.” Greg wanted a real, honorable duel where everyone shook hands at the end. He also confessed, ominously, that some accident always occurred whenever he stepped into an arena.

The talk of dogs hit a nerve. When the Shadow King pointed out that she didn’t have a dog either, the Grandmaster fumed: “That is not fair. And I bet he’s alive somewhere.” Her pug Doug was still missing. She clutched the amulet at her neck, hoping he might find his way back to the arena, and in her tantrum she crushed it. It bled into her hand and opened a second portal. “I feel like we’ve walked into a bit of a family spat,” Greg observed.

Into the Saloon

The champions pushed through swinging saloon doors into a good old Western town. Cards still lay on the tables, a few coins were scattered about, and a piano played softly to itself. The Grandmaster called it a ghost town, “and we’re looking to add at least one more.” When the Shadow King said Greg might walk away if he still had his legs at the end, Greg assumed he meant sea legs and asked if they were going on a boat. Stanley decided he liked Gregory. Greg liked Stanley too: “You’ve got a lovely gun.”

A tumbleweed rolled past. The Acolytes whooped, swinging cowboy hats and lassos, and the Grandmaster flew up to her seat beside a tiny, empty throne. Stanley flipped an ace of spades into the air and shot a hole clean through the spade (“luck’s got nothing to do with it”), and through an Acolyte’s cowboy hat as well. Greg tried the same draw-and-twirl, dropped his pistol and stumbled after it. Stanley helpfully pointed out the safety. “Yours has a safety? Shit.” “Oh, that could have saved so many people,” said the Shadow King.

The Honorable Bow

Stanley proposed a gentlemanly wager, with drinks from the bar for whoever missed. Greg wanted to bring his big sister, who fights with a polearm and whom he’d seen disembowel people. The Grandmaster liked the sound of her but ruled: “Those who are in the arenas will stay in the arena. No additions.” So Stanley paced ten steps away with his back turned and his hands up, and invited Greg to draw first.

Then Greg bowed, as any honorable gentleman must before a duel. One pistol fell out of its holster, fired into the floor and ricocheted into Stanley’s thigh. As Greg bent to pick it up, the other pistol fell out and fired too, and Stanley died. “Why does this keep happening?” Greg wailed. The Grandmaster booed: “You didn’t even try. You accidentally killed a man.”

Greg knelt to prod the body, and a small flash of light appeared over Stanley’s head. A little floating mechanical drone with a single eye brought him back to life. The shock knocked Greg backwards, a gun misfired through its holster into his own foot, and Greg’s pinky toe sailed across the room onto a table. Stanley found it (“Oh, man, that’s real green”), dropped it in a mug of ale to keep it fresh and sent it to the bar. “Will my toe be drunk when it gets done?” Greg asked. The Grandmaster explained to the crowd that certain individuals had made a deal of some sort to keep coming back, “and their secrets are theirs to keep.”

The Box of Chaos

A flaming pink-and-yellow comet crashed between the champions: The Box of Chaos. To prime it, the Shadow King snatched an Acolyte from the stands with a shadowy hand and slammed them into the corner pocket of the pool table until they were pulp. Then he tore out their soul and stuffed it inside.

Stanley, overconfident as ever, threw himself into the box. He found it oddly empty except for one mug, and only one mug. His corpse flew back out clutching a greater silver pistol, and the drone sparked him back to life. “This is just beautiful. Like a little flower. I think I’ll call it… Daffodil.”

Greg had no second life to offer. Instead he poured several bottles from the bar into the box, along with the toe beer, and then gingerly dropped in the toe. The newly trapped soul peeked out: “Why the fuck do you think I want your dirty toe?” After a pause it decided, “I’ve had worse. I’ll take the toe,” and handed it back as a pendant on a silver chain that let Greg fly. “He just re-gifted it back,” the Grandmaster marveled. Meanwhile, tequila vendors worked the stands, and Stanley danced and caught a waterfall of about eight shots in his mouth.

Death After Death

Daffodil’s debut was a dazzling show of twirls that ended with six bullets tossed into the air and landing in the cylinder, followed by a miss. Stanley’s second shot clipped Greg’s arm, and Greg wondered aloud if he was dead. He wasn’t. Then Greg begged his pistols to “just work normally for once.” They did: one shot made Stanley’s heart explode in his chair, and the other shattered his glass so that a shard opened his throat. “Maybe go for more center mass next time,” Stanley suggested after waking up again.

Greg dove under the billiards table to cower, dropped a gun, and it fired straight between Stanley’s eyes. “Quit dying!” the Grandmaster yelled. “Listen, the respawn here is terrible.” The drone took the hint and revived Stanley thirty feet away. The Shadow King was not amused: “It’s not much of a deathmatch if they don’t actually die.”

When the chaos meter filled, the Grandmaster announced it was time for “a little finger action,” meaning the prismatic spray rings the Shadow King had taken from Vythorn, which he kept “as mementos.” “Very well, champions, let me prismatic finger you.” Greg went stiff and began turning to stone behind the pool table, with a warning that he “might end up rock hard.” “He’s busy getting fingered right now. Give him a break,” the Grandmaster told the crowd. Stanley choked on poison and was then struck by lightning through the ceiling, left a skeleton in his chair. The drone rolled its single eye as if fed up with its day in the saloon and brought him back yet again. At the end of the round the Grandmaster rolled a plushy die that clearly hadn’t been played with in a long time, and Stanley simply lost the will to live and died once more. She called a break to go cry and punch a wall.

The Turn

After the break, the Shadow King gave Greg a tip: “Maybe shoot the little contraption.” Stanley answered with a shadow-magic round from his old pistol. Greg held his guns up in front of his face in terror, and the shot took off his pinky instead. “You lost the toe, now you lost the pinky,” said the Grandmaster. The dark magic also somehow cured his colorblindness. “Stanley! I can see you properly,” Greg cried, gazing at the bright, beautiful world. “Well, you’re going to be seeing red here in a second,” Stanley replied, and then Daffodil missed. The Grandmaster tossed him some extra healing: “Second wind for second life. I got you, Gibbs.”

Greg shook off the stone and gave the Shadow King a little salute, though not before Stanley noticed “a stain on the front of his pants.” The Shadow King answered by zipping an 8-ball past his head. Then came Greg’s masterpiece. He aimed at the chandelier above Stanley, missed, and sent the bullet out a window, off two posts outside and back in through another window. It dropped one chandelier, broke several containers of drink behind the bar, ricocheted off a mug of ale, dropped a second chandelier, whizzed past Greg’s own face and finally brought down the third, leaving half the bar destroyed. Stanley’s head slipped neatly between two spokes, giving him a split second of hope before the weight snapped his neck. “I’ll pay for any damages, I promise,” Greg told the hosts. “Not for you, Stanley.”

Stanley woke to find Greg’s barrel pointed at him again, and a whisper came on the wind: “Greg, shoot him.” Greg’s bullet went straight down Stanley’s barrel and backfired Stanley’s own round into his face.

The Guns Take Over

Feeling his luck run out, Stanley flicked a gold coin from his belt pouch, melted it into a single round and loaded it into Daffodil. The pistol burst into full bloom, a flower engulfed in lava, and the shot flew at the speed of light into Greg’s chest. It took off two of the fingers Greg had pressed there in fright. Rather than save them, Greg drank the beer Stanley offered to keep them in: “Oh, it’s much better than the toe beer, the finger beer.” Daffodil burned through its holster and fell to the floor.

Stanley tried one last trick shot to undo Greg’s perfect vision. Greg deflected it with one of his pistols, which broke. Greg insisted it was the guns, always the guns. One of them, he said, had whispered that he was a little bitch. He tossed the broken gun up to the Grandmaster, Stanley shot it out of the air, and as it sailed out of the arena it screamed, “Greg, you’re a bitch!” “See? See, I fucking told you!” Greg shouted. “This guy’s got demons he’s fighting on his own,” the Grandmaster observed.

The surviving pistol had had enough. It floated out of Greg’s hand, pistol-whipped him in the forehead and took the fight into its own hands. “It doesn’t have hands!” the Grandmaster objected. “It’s metaphorical hands! Keep up!” said the Shadow King. The gun had always been the real combatant, and Greg was just its ride into the Deathmatch. It fired three perfect shots that shattered the drone. The last one ricocheted off a fragment into Stanley’s chest.

“Would you look at that? Seems there won’t be a second life for me after all.” (Stanley)

Stanley complimented whichever of the three of them had delivered that performance and admitted it was the most beer he’d ever had during a duel. With blood bubbling up, he made one last request: “The next time we meet, bring your big sister.” Then Stanley died for good.

The Final Blow

The pistol turned on its owner: “Greg, you little bitch. You got my sibling killed.” It shot him twice. Bleeding out, Greg asked what it had wanted all this time. Then he slipped on his own blood, cracked his head and died. “Oh, I was, but I was going to kill him. Shit,” said the Shadow King. “Well now, now it’s not fun.”

Free at last, the gun fired into the air in celebration and killed an Acolyte, JustJules22. The Grandmaster planted a foot on the railing, drew her bow and pinned the pistol to the floor. It exploded like a mechanical firework. With both champions dead, she declared the Acolytes the only winners, for they had witnessed a true fight to the death. The Shadow King conceded that it was “kind of bullshit, though. Whatever.”

Dried Blood

Greg’s spirit took comfort that he had finally fought a noble duel. His pistol told him, “Shut the fuck up, Greg,” and complained that it had been shot to pieces by a longbow, despite being “the evolution of ranged weaponry.” Stanley’s drone grumbled about reviving “that sack of shit,” a drunk who flung himself out windows and into flaming boxes, without even a break to take a poo. Then it admitted, quite frankly, that it would miss him.

Notable Moments

  • The Grandmaster destroyed the Shadow King’s PlayStation because the Dread Fortress is “clearly an Xbox household.”
  • Greg’s honorable bow before the duel killed Stanley before the fight had properly started.
  • The Box of Chaos refused Greg’s toe, accepted it anyway, then gave it back as a pendant.
  • A single bullet bounced off two posts outside, dropped three chandeliers and wrecked half the bar.
  • By the table’s count, Stanley died ten times in one match.
  • The pistols turned out to be sentient; the surviving one killed both champions and an Acolyte, then lost to the Grandmaster’s longbow.

Memorable Quotes

  • The Shadow King: “Well, I’ve been in the box for 700 years.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “You know what’s a great business model? Death, blood, violence.”
  • Gideon Regalis Electus Gregorius the 537th: “Will my toe be drunk when it gets done?”
  • Stanley “Second Life” Gibbs: “I didn’t get the name Stanley Second Life Gibbs for nothing.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “Second wind for second life. I got you, Gibbs.”
  • The Shadow King: “It’s metaphorical hands! Keep up!”
  • Greg’s pistol: “Greg, you little bitch. You got my sibling killed.”
  • Stanley’s drone: “And quite frankly, I will miss him.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Stanley “Second Life” Gibbs (BDTeej). Introduced as “Stanley Second Life McGibbs” and called Gibbs elsewhere. “The fastest gun in the West.”

  • Wears a hood, not a hat. Speaks with a cowboy drawl.

  • Calls himself “judge, jury, and executioner.” Has no dog. An old pal “Jack” is behind the bar (whiskey joke). An expert tequila drinker.

  • Dies and is revived by a small floating mechanical drone with a single eye and holographic healing hands. The Grandmaster says such individuals “made a deal of some sort” to keep coming back, and “their secrets are theirs to keep.”

  • Died 10 times this episode. The cause of each:

    1. Greg’s bow misfires.
    2. The Box of Chaos (he threw himself in).
    3. A heart explosion from a gunshot.
    4. A glass shard in the neck.
    5. A floor ricochet between the eyes.
    6. Lightning and poison from the prismatic rings.
    7. Losing “the will to live.”
    8. A chandelier snapping his neck.
    9. His own round backfiring into his face.
    10. Final: the drone shattered and a ricochet to the chest.

    (The order above follows the transcript; Teej’s own count was “10”.)

  • Weapons: an old pistol with shadow-magic rounds, and Daffodil, a greater silver pistol from the Box of Chaos.

  • Last wish: that Greg bring his big sister next time. Calls Greg “Timmy 10 guns.”

Gideon Regalis Electus Gregorius the 537th (“Greg”, “Gregory”) (MyNameIsByf). A green-skinned lizard person (“lizard hands,” a “real green” toe; “some lizards are colorblind”).

  • Family and background:
    • Has many brothers and sisters. One teased him as “Gregor” (a sore spot). His “mom and pa” are mentioned.
    • His big sister fights with a polearm and has disemboweled people.
  • Seeks honorable duels, but accidents always happen when he’s in an arena.
  • Dual-wields two pistols that turned out to be sentient.
  • Wounds and gains:
    • Lost a pinky toe, which he turned into the toe pendant of flying, unused.
    • Lost a pinky to the shadow shot and two more fingers to Daffodil.
    • His colorblindness was cured by the nat-20 save.
  • Seems smitten with the Shadow King: salutes him, “Was I also easy go?”
  • Killed by his own pistol, then slipped on his blood.

Greg’s pistols. Sentient “shit posters” (Byf).

  • One broke deflecting Stanley’s shot, and Stanley shot it out of the arena: “Greg, you’re a bitch!”
  • The other (“you got my sibling killed”) pistol-whipped Greg, shot the drone and Stanley, killed Greg, then killed Acolyte JustJules22 while celebrating.
  • Destroyed by the Grandmaster’s longbow. In Dried Blood it is embarrassed to have died to a longbow.

Stanley’s drone. A little floating mechanical figure with a single eye; it seems to be “growing sentience.” Shattered by Greg’s pistol. In Dried Blood it complains about Stanley and says it will miss him.

The Shadow King (Mudcat).

  • Now holds the throne room. He “recently learned of video games,” plays PlayStation with “Danny,” who is 12.
  • Bought the console at Best Buy because the Radio Shack in Prexmarin was closed. Says “I’ve been in the box for 700 years.”
  • Has killed a Gregor (slit his throat).
  • Keeps Vythorn’s prismatic spray rings “as mementos.”
  • Primed the Box of Chaos by pulping an Acolyte on the pool table. Gave away the drone’s weakness. Zipped an 8-ball past Greg’s head. Was annoyed that he didn’t get to kill anyone.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • Walks “very empty hallways.” Says “We are clearly an Xbox household.”
  • Her dog is missing. She believes “he’s alive somewhere,” keeps a small empty throne beside her seat, and clutches an amulet that she crushes to open the arena portal.
  • Rolls a plushy d20. Gave Stanley an extra d12 of healing. Killed the sentient pistol with her bow.

The Box of Chaos soul. A “monstrosity of a soul now trapped in the box.” Voiced by Mudcat. Didn’t want the toe, took it anyway, and gave it back as a pendant.

Acolytes.

  • “Elendari” had their cowboy hat shot through (name uncertain).
  • An Acolyte was sacrificed to the box (name garbled).
  • JustJules22 was killed by a stray bullet.
  • Tequila vendors; one heckler shouts “your enemies can’t kill you if they’re already dead!”

Danny. The Shadow King’s 12-year-old online gaming “friend.”

Places

  • The Shadow King’s throne room (the Dread Fortress, inferred from the S4 context; not named): drab, dark, damp, lit by a screen.
  • The ghost-town saloon arena: two stories with five chandeliers, a self-playing piano, billiards/pool table, card tables, bar shelves and windows onto posts outside. Half the bar was destroyed.
  • Prexmarin: has (had) a Radio Shack, closed 38 years ago.

Items

  • Daffodil: a greater silver pistol (+3 attack, advantage on Int/Wis/Cha saves, immune to charm). It blooms into a lava flower and burned through Stanley’s holster.
  • Greg’s toe pendant: a silver chain; as an action, fly 20 ft, and fall if not landing.
  • Vythorn’s prismatic spray rings.
  • The Grandmaster’s amulet (crushed, opened a portal) and her plushy d20.
  • The Shadow King’s PlayStation (destroyed); the controller became a portal.
  • The toe beer; the one shared mug inside the Box of Chaos.
  • Stanley’s melted hero-point golden bullet.

Lore statements

  • Inside the Box of Chaos is “oddly nothingness” containing one mug, and only one.
  • Some individuals can’t die because of a “deal” whose secrets are theirs to keep (the Grandmaster).
  • The Grandmaster’s dog is missing and she hopes he’s alive.
  • Real-world shops (Best Buy, Radio Shack) exist in the Void.

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