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Season Five opened on a very different Void. The Grandmaster had been “laid off,” and a bored new ruler, the Lord of Fate, sat alone on the throne of The Dread Fortress. He needed an assistant, so he made Thea out of a worm. Together they held the season’s first Deathmatch on the front lawn, “old school”: Atlas, a mouthless robot with floating fists, against Killy Yesman, a salesman willing to die for Double Sun Cola. Along the way the shed got used, the lawnmower got used, a new soul was poured into The Box of Chaos, and one champion lost a fight to his own head.

The Story

A Fortress Gone Quiet

The view swept through the open mouth of the great skull in the lava field and into the Dread Fortress, where the subterranean walls were wet with dew. Pictures of “what used to be the Arbiter” hung on the walls, and blue tabards hung everywhere. The place was oddly silent, with no merriment and no shenanigans. Everything was very straight-laced.

On the throne slouched the Lord of Fate, picking his teeth. He mumbled that there was something he was meant to do today, then remembered and stood up to announce “Deathmatch!” to an empty room. “This is not going to do,” he decided. “I’m going to need an assistant.”

He chose a worm. It swelled to about three feet tall and sprouted wings and a small face: still glittery pink, now less worm than imp, “almost like a very ugly fairy.” She grovelled at his feet (“I’m not worthy!”) and he lifted his new Italian leather boots out of reach: “I absolutely agree, you’re not.” He had expected a mindless automaton, so he felt obliged to ask her name.

Thea: “I am Thea… I’ve drank from the blood of champions as it spilled along the ground into the dirt… I have been raised in the arena. I know everything about it.”

Thea shook with excitement like a small Chihuahua. She produced a clipboard out of nowhere (“probably her butthole”), because an assistant needs a clipboard. Once reminded that Sunday is Deathmatch Day, she clapped. Portals burst open all over The Void, and since she had no control over this, every clap opened more of them. The Acolytes were dragged in from their living rooms, their bathrooms and, in some cases, their toilets. Nobody had planned a venue, so Thea suggested the front yard, which was exactly what the Lord of Fate had been about to say. “I created you, so I suppose that makes a certain amount of sense,” he said.

Thea found the champions by meditating until her pink flesh drained to deep gray, sitting “almost too still for a very uncomfortable time.” Back when she was a worm, she had heard people “talking shit” and saying they could fight better than the arena’s champions. She clapped open two portals. First came Atlas, a towering robot: “Salutations, Lord of Fate. I am Atlas, defender of the innocent, breaker of bones and bitches.” When Thea misheard “witches,” he apologized for his aggressive autocorrect. Then his chest expanded, shoulder pads ejected, and two goblin-sized fists floated into the air on crackling lightning to give a thumbs up. The Lord of Fate rated him an 8 out of 10, then 75%.

Thea had found Killy Yesman on his billboard. Her reasoning was that anyone with a billboard that big could probably do a really big attack. He pointed to the logo on his chest and promised to prove he was “just as unbeatable as the delicious, thirst-quenching taste of Double Sun Cola.” His pecs thumped “like two balloons, undulating back and forth,” and Thea hid behind her clipboard. “I consider my life to be worthless,” Killy explained, “so I am ready to fight to the death to sell this soda.”

Thea asked for “blood and guts coming up like fountains everywhere, blood cannons” to soak the fans. The Lord of Fate made a note to put a therapist on the payroll. He then clapped space apart, and everyone was suddenly standing on the lawn in front of the fortress, with the Acolyte stands floating high in the sky. Rising on white wings, he welcomed the crowd and stumbled over what had become of the Grandmaster. Was she fired? Had he fired her? He settled on “laid off. It’s more dignified.” When Thea asked whether she got a severance package, he said: “She’s going to get one soon enough. It’s a little beheading joke.”

Lawnmowers and Little Bitches

Atlas moved first. He was big and slow but powerful, and he found a lawnmower nearby with a death skull, Harley Davidson pipes and a buzzsaw spinning around its jaw. “It is time to cut the grass,” he announced, and slammed the engine into Killy’s face. Then he launched one fist off at an angle. Its turbines brought it back around like a boomerang to grab Killy by the back of the head and push him into the mower a second time.

Atlas hauled Killy up by the shirt. He observed that organic beings tend to become what they consume, “and it appears as though you woke up this morning and ate a big bowl of little bitches.” The punch that followed was a natural 20. Killy didn’t flinch. He sipped his soda, his wounds began to close, and he pushed the fist back with his immovable chin. “You’re gonna have to do better than that, At-less… you’re gonna have to try At-more.”

Thea remarked that his face was very punchable, admitted she wasn’t very good at fighting, then threw a punch at her own boss. The Lord of Fate saw it coming, as the Lord of Fate would, and she shrank onto the tip of his Italian leather boot to apologize.

Killy darted in on twig legs and elbowed Atlas in the chest (“you’re slower than my girlfriend’s five-year-old iPhone”). Then he produced a glass Double Sun Cola bottle with “two large balls at the bottom that remind you of suns.” After a long detour on proper two-handed shaking technique (“You could even hold both balls while you shake it”), which left Thea “not mature enough for this conversation,” he tossed it to Atlas. It exploded in the robot’s hand. Soda ran into his joints, his hands sparked and twitched, and he was soon so sticky, “covered in Killy stuff” as he put it, that he could barely move. Atlas’s verdict on the flavor: “It tastes like science.”

Thea kept calling her boss “Arbiter” by mistake. To end the confusion, he gave her the title. “Thea the Arbiter?” she gasped. “I’ll be the second best Arbiter there ever was. After yours, of course.” He explained that he had chosen “Lord” over “King” or “Master of the Universe” because he was a humble man. To close the round, Thea stole a die from an Acolyte, rolled it and threw it back at its owner, then promised everyone cookies on the Lord of Fate’s tab.

The Garden Shed

Atlas pushed himself up on magnetic repulsion, dripping cola. A tiny chinchilla appeared with an AA battery and stuck it up his butthole (“It is the exact right size,” Atlas reported), and his electricity turned from blue to yellow. His floating fists seized Killy, hoisted him thirty feet into the air and spiraled him down into the garden shed. When the dust cleared, Killy had a pitchfork through his shoulder.

“Who left this here?” Atlas demanded. “This is an active battle zone.” A finger on one hand opened and sprayed antiseptic on the wound: “I do not wish for you to die from an infection. You will die because I will tear you to pieces.” Killy pulled the pitchfork out anyway and sealed the hole with cola. It took two pours (“that pitchfork is girthy”), and he flexed a pec to show it had healed. The Lord of Fate could not see who he was trying to impress.

Killy’s leg sweep clanged off Atlas’s sturdy metal legs. “My hat’s off to your maker,” he said. When Thea asked who that maker was, a window opened in Atlas’s chest and played a clip: “your mother.” Thea took offense and revealed that she does, in fact, have a mother. “Suck it, Atlas!” she cried. “I cannot,” Atlas replied. “I have no mouth.” Killy then tried to kick a cola bottle up into the port where the chinchilla had put the battery, and the robot informed him the device was not compatible.

Atlas spun at the hip and played “Nice hat, bro” from his chest. Then he grabbed the soda cans mounted on Killy’s hat and poured everything he had into one move, his Unbreakable Force. He shook Killy’s head until it blurred, the cans burst, and a deafening blast ruptured Killy’s ears. Double Sun rained over the stands. The Acolytes in ponchos were very pleased with their choice, and Thea’s chinchillas handed tiny towels to everyone else. Killy, irises spinning, asked the crowd how they liked their free sample. They screamed for more.

Atlas tried to cool down, but cola seeped into his circuits and he shorted out again. Killy weakly offered him a bottle: “You can suck this if you want. You deserve it after that. I recognize you as a true champion.” Then the logo on his shirt began to glow, starting in the two suns at the bottom, filling the bottle’s shaft and exploding outward all over him, and it shook off the lasting damage from the blast. As the Lord of Fate put it: “He definitely heroic surged all over himself.”

Then came the sponsor break. A giant Double Sun logo lit up the sky, and Killy addressed the children of the Void directly: “Listen, kids. Double Sun Cola, go steal your parents’ wall[et] and get some.” It was a food, a superfood, a supplement and a pretty good adhesive, and it had been banned in at least three countries, “so you know that those governments don’t want you to get the good stuff.” While everyone stared upward, Killy painted the logo onto Atlas’s chest. “Drink up, bud. You’re part of the family now.” Atlas was undaunted: “I have branding potential. Fear me!”

Tuna Juice and the Hibachi

After the break, the Lord of Fate decreed that tuna juice was now illegal throughout the Void, except as bait. He ordered the fortress’s entire storeroom of tuna cans drained and eaten dry. Thea asked whether that applied to the fish. He replied that he doesn’t govern the fishes, and that he would not be questioned “by someone who was a worm 30 minutes ago.” He also pointed out that fish love to eat worms.

The Acolytes triggered the Box of Chaos, and it slammed onto the lawn in a column of heatless pink and yellow fire. Thea rolled a natural 20 for the chaos event, and chef chinchillas wheeled out a hibachi grill. They built a flaming onion volcano and catapulted shrimp into the champions’ open mouths. Killy fumbled his. Atlas, once again, reminded everyone that he had no mouth, and lost extra face for the embarrassment. Both were wearing down, and the Lord of Fate reminded them that a champion who reaches the limit of exhaustion dies in the arena. Thea, who had held up five fingers for round four by mistake, fixed the problem by chopping off her thumb with a hatchet and throwing it to the Acolytes to eat: “My gift!”

Atlas melted the logo off his chest with cola (“you can use it for anything”) and opened the box. It turned out to be empty, holding only a few useless leftover essences. “I’m not using this thing anyways,” said the Lord of Fate. He tore his own shadow off the ground, pulled it to its feet and threw it in. The lid slammed shut, the fire roared, and a newly formed soul peered over the rim with yellow eyes.

Atlas asked to be bigger. When the shadow asked what he would trade, Atlas had it turn around, squatted, and something fell out with a thunk: a battery from the Void that a chinchilla had provided earlier. “I present to you, Raw Power.” The shadow was delighted, since its Game Boy had been dead for three weeks. Atlas’s prize was Kenny’s missing arm, small and green, which attached itself to the middle of his chest. “He’s not gonna be needing it anyway.” Killy answered by placing a bright red, extra-corrosive Double Sun in the new hand, and it detonated. Thrown next to the box, Killy reached in and felt another hand touch his, soft and warm. He wished for Atlas to have a mouth. He let down a surprisingly lovely mane of long blonde hair and handed over his hat. The shadow put the hat on and started sucking the cola through its straws, then reported that it was “all out of mouths.” It gave Killy smelling salts instead.

The Bald Spot

Killy was aghast that the chest logo was gone. His second ad told viewers to “just go and sell your parents for a pack of this soda.” It failed, and everyone hugged their parents a little closer. “You can’t just slap logos all over our shit,” the Lord of Fate protested. Thea quietly admitted she had one on the back of her clipboard.

Without his hat, Killy revealed a shiny bald spot that briefly blinded Atlas. Killy smashed bottles against Atlas’s chest, hoping to dissolve it so no corporation could ever brand it again. Atlas caught him in a hug instead. “It is okay. Being bald isn’t that bad.” “They told me if I drank it, it would grow back,” Killy confessed. Atlas tried to list cool bald people, and the Acolytes helpfully shouted “Stone Cold Steve Austin!” Thea then stole another die and set off her very own chaos event, a screeching swarm of bottle rockets.

A Mouth at Last

The hug had a second purpose: Atlas had been recharging. He rebooted with a rising chime and turned the embrace into a German suplex aimed at the bald spot. “My only weakness!” Killy cried, and then he rolled a natural 20 to escape it. “You thought I actually care that I’m bald? Have you seen my face? I’ve got bigger problems.” His last sponsor break painted a logo on top of Atlas’s head: bald spot on bald spot.

With his head still stuck in the dirt, Killy hugged back and made his most sincere pitch yet. Atlas admitted his deepest sorrow: “It is a great source of misery and contention that I do not have a mouth. I cannot enjoy such things as the water of the tuna, or the shrimps from the hibachi, or the delightful taste of double-sun cola.” Killy hooked his fingers into Atlas’s port (“Port denied,” said Thea, “Exit only”) and simply pulled. The port split open into a crude mouth. Angelic choirs rang out as Atlas realized he finally had one. As the first drops of soda seeped in, Thea screamed, “Atlas! Don’t you dare give up! I believe in you!” Atlas crammed the hole shut. “I cannot disappoint Thea."

"I Appear to Have Made an Error”

Desperate to get the logo off his head, Atlas ripped off his own head plate to smash it into Killy’s face. He rolled a natural 1 and pulled far too hard. Wires and his cybernetic brain tore loose from the skull housing. “I appear to have made an error,” he said. His fists dropped and his body collapsed, and from the canister at his core poured bright golden liquid instead of oil. Atlas had been running on Double Sun Cola the entire time.

“What have I done?” Killy wailed. Thea lifted him up and told him that together they had shown everyone what Double Sun could do. Killy picked up the broken core and drank the whole thing down his shirt. “Now Atlas, it’s inside of me too. And together, together, we will sell more soda than we ever could apart. This I swear to you.”

The Lord of Fate declared Killy the victor of the season’s first Deathmatch, then fumbled the closing (“Well, it’s not blood”). Thea told him he kinda sucked at this and took over. Goblins appeared and hauled Atlas off on a canvas while Thea promised the crowd, “Atlas, we will have you return!… And we will rebuild them!”

Dried Blood

In the locker room behind the Dread Fortress, a small horde of goblins was busy rebuilding Atlas, a towel slung over his shoulder, while Killy hung around nearby.

Notable Moments

  • The Lord of Fate created Thea from an arena worm and, within half an hour, gave her the title of Arbiter.
  • The Grandmaster was “laid off,” with a severance package that was “a little beheading joke.”
  • Tuna juice was banned throughout the Void, though the Lord of Fate does not govern the fishes.
  • Thea chopped off her own thumb to fix a hand signal and fed it to the Acolytes.
  • The Lord of Fate tore off his own shadow to give the empty Box of Chaos a new soul, which was thrilled to get a battery for its dead Game Boy.
  • Atlas finally got a mouth, refused to use it, then ripped out his own brain and was revealed to be full of cola.

Memorable Quotes

  • Atlas: “It appears as though you woke up this morning and ate a big bowl of little bitches.”
  • Killy Yesman: “There are some advantages to having grown up with the world’s most punchable face… you’re gonna have to try At-more.”
  • The Lord of Fate: “I’m not going to be questioned by someone who was a worm 30 minutes ago.”
  • Thea: “Holy macaroni! And there is such thing as holy macaroni. I’ve been to the temple.”
  • The shadow in the Box of Chaos: “I’m all out of mouths. Sorry, but I found these in my pocket.”
  • Atlas: “It is a great source of misery and contention that I do not have a mouth.”
  • Atlas: “I appear to have made an error.”
  • Killy Yesman: “Now Atlas, it’s inside of me too. And together, together, we will sell more soda than we ever could apart. This I swear to you.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

The Lord of Fate (Mudcat). The ruler of the Dread Fortress, sitting on its throne; he is the former Arbiter (he is called “the Arbiter” by slip at 0:31:59 and 1:12:51, and Atlas says “I’ll ask the Arbiter next time”).

  • In this episode:

    • He made Thea from a worm and named her the Arbiter.
    • He had the Grandmaster “fired… laid off” and made a beheading joke about her “severance package.”
    • He banned tuna juice throughout the Void.
    • He ripped off his own shadow and threw it into the Box of Chaos as its new soul.
    • He has white wings and wears new Italian leather boots. He “can see all through time and space,” “can control fate,” and calls himself humble.
  • Running bits:

    • He keeps a performance review for Thea and dangles a half-percent raise.
    • He wants a therapist on the payroll.
    • He “doesn’t govern the fishes.”
    • He doesn’t normally do the closing speech.
  • Who she is:

    • She drank champions’ spilled blood and lived among their bones, so she knows their injuries, weaknesses and strengths.
    • Her flesh goes gray when she meditates or seeks people. She opens portals by clapping, with no control over it, and summons chinchillas (towels, AA battery, hibachi chefs).
    • She carries a clipboard, which now has a Double Sun logo on the back.
    • She says she has a mother.
  • In this episode:

    • She is named “the Arbiter” by the Lord of Fate.
    • She steals Acolytes’ dice for the end-of-round rolls.
    • She chopped off her own thumb and fed it to the crowd.
    • She is bad at counting and math. She is bloodthirsty (“blood cannons”).
    • She takes over the closing speech.

Atlas (Dag). A large robot.

  • Body:
    • Heavy iron boots, gyros and an ejecting chassis.
    • Floating fists the size of goblins, which work gyroscopically, by magnetic repulsion and with rocket turbines.
    • Four eye sockets and a faceplate. Electricity turns yellow when he’s charged.
    • A chest window that plays audio clips (“your mother,” “Nice hat, bro”).
    • An antiseptic-spray finger and a port that takes AA batteries.
    • No mouth, which is “a great source of misery.” His voice runs over Bluetooth.
    • Powered by a Double Sun Cola canister core.
  • “Defender of the innocent, breaker of bones and bitches.” His autocorrect is aggressive. Abilities: repair protocols and Unbreakable Force.
  • Gained Kenny’s missing arm (a small green goblin arm out of his sternum).
  • Died after ripping out his own brain. He was carted off by goblins to be rebuilt; in Dried Blood he is being rebuilt in the locker room.

Killy Yesman (Yang). A Double Sun Cola salesman found on his billboard.

  • Look: twig legs; enormous undulating balloon pecs; the logo on his chest and shirt; a hat with soda cans and two straws; long blonde hair with a shiny bald spot; “the world’s most punchable face” with an immovable chin.
  • Powers: heals by sipping soda; exploding and corrosive bottles; cola as wound sealant; butt cushion.
  • Sponsor breaks: the giant logo in the sky, and logos painted on Atlas’s chest and head.
  • Lore:
    • “Consider[s] my life to be worthless.” Has a girlfriend with a five-year-old iPhone.
    • Was told drinking cola would regrow his hair, but says he doesn’t care about being bald.
    • Gave his hat to the Box of Chaos and got smelling salts.
  • In this episode: he drank Atlas’s core and swore they would sell more soda together. He is the winner.

The shadow in the Box of Chaos (Mudcat). A soul newly formed from the Lord of Fate’s own shadow, with yellow eyes and hands that creep over the lid.

  • It took Atlas’s Void battery for its dead Game Boy.
  • It took Killy’s hat, put it on and sipped the sun cola.
  • It was “all out of mouths.”
  • Its touch is soft and warm; Caustic Phoenix suggests it has wanted human contact.

Kenny: the owner of the missing arm. He is small and green (a goblin arm) and “pretty useless”; “He’s not gonna be needing it anyway.”

Acolytes named:

  • Lady Magdala, McBloft, Julia and Lox (dice taken by Thea).
  • Acolytes in ponchos.
  • Acolytes summoned from their homes and toilets.

Chinchillas:

  • One that inserts an AA battery.
  • Towel-bearers.
  • Chef chinchillas who run a hibachi grill.
  • One that provided “a battery from the Void.”

Goblins, “showing up for the first time”: they carry Atlas off on a canvas and rebuild him in the locker room.

The Grandmaster: mentioned only. “Fired / laid off”; “She’s going to get [a severance package] soon enough. It’s a little beheading joke.” (Caustic Phoenix’s OOC note: in prison and potentially about to lose her head.)

Places

  • The Dread Fortress: entered through a skull’s open mouth in the lava field. It is subterranean, with dew-wet walls, pictures of “what used to be the Arbiter,” and blue tabards everywhere. It is now silent and “straight-laced.”
  • Throne Room (Dread Fortress): the Lord of Fate’s seat.
  • The front lawn / garden of the Dread Fortress: this episode’s arena, with fresh-cut grass, a garden shed with a pitchfork, and a skull lawnmower.
  • The storage below the fortress full of tuna cans.
  • The locker room backstage behind the Dread Fortress (Dried Blood).
  • “The temple,” which Thea has visited, where “holy macaroni” exists.

Items

  • Double Sun Cola:
    • Glass bottles with two sun-like balls at the bottom. It tastes “like science.” It is sticky, an adhesive and a paint stripper, and corrosive in its red variety.
    • Banned in at least three countries. It “reminds you of food.”
  • The skull lawnmower (Harley pipes, buzzsaw jaw).
  • Killy’s soda-can hat with straws, given to the shadow in the box.
  • The Box of Chaos: pink and yellow heatless fire. It had no soul (“leftover essences” only) until the Lord of Fate’s shadow was put in.
  • Kenny’s missing arm: +Instinct; it goes dead on a defense roll of 1.
  • Smelling salts: “enough to wake your ancestors up from the dead”; they clear a status effect.
  • The battery from the Void (“Raw Power”).
  • Thea’s clipboard, whistle and hatchet.
  • The shadow’s Game Boy (dead three weeks).

Lore statements

  • The Lord of Fate rules the Void from the Dread Fortress. The Grandmaster has been removed (“fired / laid off”), and a beheading is implied.
  • Thea was created by the Lord of Fate from an arena worm and named the Arbiter.
  • The Box of Chaos’s soul is now the Lord of Fate’s own shadow. Before that, it held only fragmentary essences.
  • Tuna juice is illegal throughout the Void, except as bait.
  • Sunday is Deathmatch Day. At five fatigues a champion dies in the arena.

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