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Ruby Rust, a giant constrictor snake who codes for a living, was pulled onto a freezing mountain peak to fight Robbie Clark, a cheerful boy from a small town, and the eldritch horror that lives in his backpack. The match was a tug-of-war between a snake trying to squeeze the life out of a monster with seven hundred arms and a monster that kept turning its own child into something worse. It ended with a deeply unsettling victory.

The Story

Fight Day

The Lord of Fate, as The Arbiter now styled himself, was asleep when the day began. He lay in a bedroom in a distant tower, far from everybody, until Thea, his tiny pink imp assistant, burst in with snacks. She had hot dogs, fries and nachos with chili, although the concession stand had run out of mustard, and she warned that after the chili nobody would want to sit next to anyone, with “poison gas everywhere.” She bounced on his bed like an excited child, shedding glitter from her wings with every hop. “It’s fight day. You can’t sleep in on fight day. It’s D&D Deathmatch Chaos!”

He clapped his hands and reality tore itself apart, leaving him on his throne and her in the throne room. When Thea protested breathlessly that the food was still back in the tower and she had only small arms, he snapped his fingers and the food appeared. She had brought her clipboard but lost her pencil, which turned out to be stuck behind her, and she spent a while chasing it.

Then Thea announced the arena, a place she called the Voiceless Mountaintop. “Can you name me one mountain that has a voice?” the Lord of Fate asked, and she admitted she may have named it herself. Her pitch was that it would stay voiceless only until the champions arrived, “and then it’ll be the screaming mountaintop, as they have blood-curdling screams as they’re stabbed to death.” The idea grew on him. He made the mistake of asking for her other names, which included “a really big hill,” since “not everyone within the void has seen a mountain before,” and “cold nipples,” “because they look like cold nipples when they get really hard and then they get pointy.” He took the clipboard away from her.

The Champions

Thea bowed so low that she dropped out of the air to kiss the floor, then clapped her hands. Out of a red circle slithered Ruby Rust, followed by Robbie Clark and the Hunger.

Ruby introduced himself as a coder who types on an ergonomic keyboard with enormous buttons, pressing them one at a time with his tail. “You’re a Python who codes in Python?” the Lord of Fate asked. Ruby did not use Python, Ruby or Rust. He used Java, and he turned to show off a drinking helmet with a cup of hot java strapped to one side. When Thea asked whether snakes even have asses, he answered, “I do not, which is why they can’t kick my ass.” He clarified that, zoologically, he does have an asshole, just no gluteus maximus: “Finding a snake’s asshole can be quite difficult.” Thea guessed it was a cloaca, and the Lord of Fate refused Ruby’s offer to show it: “We’ll see your insides soon enough.”

Robbie Clark had left home on a big adventure and found his buddy, The Hunger. “We’re here to save the day,” he said. “Stopping evil doers… and eventually assimilating all biological life into one unified, wonderful flesh sack.” The Lord of Fate liked “the Eldritch Horror in his backpack” for the win. Ruby pointed out that he had no arms and his opponent had seven hundred, most of them with mouths. When he asked the boy to take the backpack off, Robbie explained, “They’re a two for one deal. It’s connected to my spinal cord now.”

The Lord of Fate then raised a complaint. Last week Thea had brought an elderly gentleman to fight to the death, and this week a teenage boy. “Ever since I usurped the Grandmaster, I’m under a little bit of scrutiny across the Void,” he said, and it was bad optics. Thea countered that the rules laid down by the Grandmaster allowed anyone who could fight and had a decent track record. She added that the worst look of all was ageism, and that she had talked to the lawyers. He gave in, since they were already there.

The Voiceless Mountaintop

Thea opened a portal onto a windswept, icy peak where snow crunched underfoot and the sky was already turning red with the sunset. The Acolytes cheered from an arena high above. She had chosen the place so the champions could “spill blood on the beautiful white snow,” which would make it easier to tell when someone had been hit. Asked if they were ready to die, Robbie said, “I don’t understand object permanence yet.” The cold-blooded Ruby warmed himself with a long pull of hot java.

Ruby opened with moves copied from the martial arts films he had watched, which is hard to do without limbs. He went for the ankles and missed, then whipped his tail across Robbie’s thigh. He sucked on the other tube of his helmet, which led to a cartoonish green bottle with a peeling skull-and-crossbones sticker, and spat poison in the boy’s face. Mouthy tendrils coiled out of the backpack, chanted “the child must live” through several mouths at once and sucked the poison out. Two mouths then chomped at Ruby, and the first bite landed perfectly and fed the Hunger. Ruby parried the second and tapped it on the face like a fencer.

Deals in the Dark

“I’m a man of the people. I will give the Acolytes what they crave,” the Lord of Fate declared. He slammed his fist down and The Box of Chaos crashed into the battlefield in a column of yellow and pink fire. A shadowy, skeletal creature clawed its way out. “Who wants to make a deal?”

Ruby cut off the stretch of tail the Hunger had failed to eat, a lizard trick he claimed as a fellow reptile, and handed the wriggling piece over. In return he got the Shield of the Golden King, which promptly fell face down in the dirt because he had no arm to hold it with. The creature fetched a bale of twine and tied it onto him. “It looks good on you.” Ruby bit his tail stump, rolled at Robbie like a hoop and coiled around him.

The Hunger reached into the box and offered ten years of the child’s life. The color drained from Robbie’s face and he vomited up a gross red orb, which the creature swallowed: “Well, I’ve made deals for worse.” In exchange it handed over a small blue pill: “This should keep you going all night long,” with a warning to seek medical help if the Deathmatch lasted more than four hours. The tendrils went “really turgid.” They pelted the snake with ice-packed snowballs, then popped the boy out of Ruby’s coils like a cork.

Hey, Macarena

A chaos event filled the mountains with a familiar rhythm, and the Acolytes swayed and shouted “Hey, Macarena!” Ruby tried to do the hand movements with no hands, “really trying to summon arms.” He failed badly enough that the twine frayed and the shield fell off. “I’ve never seen anyone lose so much in a nat one!” Thea cried. Ruby concluded, “Maybe next time I create a character with arms.” Thea flew down, looked him in his two eyeballs and told him he was “the greatest Ruby Rust out there.”

Ruby burrowed under the snow, burst up, bit Robbie’s legs and dragged him into the ground. “Ow, my legs. I need those for adventure.” The Hunger yanked the boy into the air by his neck and launched him into a flying kick, which Ruby dodged by flipping over like a snake playing dead. Then came a break, during which the Lord of Fate refused to admit that a lord uses the bathroom and Thea reminded him, “Everyone poops, my lord.” Afterwards Thea demanded snow angels. Robbie noted that “everybody knows that snakes don’t go to heaven.” Acolyte Julia suggested snakes only make snow angles, so Ruby curled himself into an acute one.

The Power of Friendship

Ruby went all in. His venom failed, his attempt to hypnotize the boy like Kaa from the Jungle Book failed, and his landslide became a baby avalanche that stopped right at Robbie’s feet. “That was what I was trying to do. You fell right into my plan.”

Then Robbie decided it was time for the power of friendship. The tendrils stabbed into his body, his eyes went black and veins crackled down his face as the Hunger entombed him into a dark child-tendril amalgam. “That’s what friendship looks like,” Thea marveled. The creature now spoke as “we” and announced, “We are no longer Robbie.”

A second chaos event reversed the setting sun. It rose again hotter and brighter, the snow ran off down the mountain, and the peak became a sudden desert that left both fighters parched. The Hunger grew a taproot through Robbie’s shoe and into the mountain to drink its life force. “Hey! We have to pay for that!” the Lord of Fate shouted, and Thea added, “This is rented land.” The mountain shrank two inches. From then on he ruled that every further deal with the box would also cost the fighter some of their strength.

Ruby snapped off one of his own teeth, which the creature sewed onto a necklace of teeth: “One more for the collection.” In return Ruby received Morir’s Cataclysm, a leather-bound tome whose words wrapped around his skin in glowing markings. He used it for a showpiece trick. Behind the box he shed his skin, climbed back in backwards so it looked as if he were coming the other way, then burst out of the tail end in a surprise bite and botched it completely. The Hunger caught his next lunge with a thorny hand and crushed his drinking helmet, spilling java and poison across the snow. Then a tendril stabbed into Robbie and pulsed like a vacuum cleaner, spilling bits of the child’s liver and organs onto the ground as payment to the box (“That’s really gross,” said the creature). In return it got a rusty spoon that served up tetanus, healed itself, and released perfumed spores meant to make Ruby love it.

The Last Fang

Ruby played along. “Oh, I love you, give me a hug,” he said, then: “But I’m a constrictor snake, bitch!” He finally unleashed his signature Big Squeeze, wrapping the creature tight. For a moment the Hunger and the child seemed to fight each other, and Robbie’s face peeled out to reassure his buddy before being swallowed again. Ruby heard Robbie’s bones break as the Hunger forced its way free and melted into the snow, disguised.

Ruby charged the spot where they had vanished and slammed into a snow-covered rock. “Why am I here?” With “only one trick left,” he began eating his own tail like an Ouroboros, trading flesh for power until he had “eaten now more of myself than a snake can possibly survive.” Pouring blood, he swung his neck like a fighting giraffe and stabbed with his one remaining fang. When the Acolytes asked about the fate of his cloaca, he confirmed, “I’ve eaten my lower half. My lower intestines are now hanging out the back of me.”

The Hunger called him “terrestrial limbless one” and “quite an opponent.” Its spikes tore open a fissure, and Ruby plunged in, wedged between rocks, instinctively reaching for a ledge with limbs he didn’t have. The killing blow came down. The Hunger unzipped around the child, and Robbie stepped out like a butterfly from a cocoon, his clothes oddly clean, looking just as he had at the start. “Oh, hey down there,” he chirped, as tentacles drew Ruby’s biomass up like leeches. “It was sure fun playing! I’m excited for you to become one of the giant biomass!”

Ruby’s last thought was of the website he was halfway through building. “And there never will be,” said the Lord of Fate. The Acolytes gave a standing ovation. The Lord of Fate conceded the pair were mighty warriors, but said that for the public record he would still have preferred a middle-aged adult, though “with the economy, it’s hard to find” champions. Thea invited everyone to the after party for nachos and hot dogs.

Dried Blood

Afterwards, Ruby spoke in the voice of a beaten athlete: “We tried, we turned up and give it 110%… some days it’s your day and some days it’s not your day.” He rebranded himself as “Ruby Red” and blamed his defeat on “an unfair fight with an Eldritch demon,” rather than on a child. Robbie happily reintroduced himself: “this backpack is full of my eldritch horror called The Hunger, and together we fight crime.” At the table, Ruby’s player revealed the snake’s secret move, which he never got to use: constrict, strip away every option, then swallow his opponent whole.

Notable Moments

  • Thea’s rejected names for the arena included “a really big hill” and “cold nipples.”
  • Ruby lost the Shield of the Golden King by trying to dance the Macarena without hands.
  • Robbie sold ten years of his life to the Box of Chaos and got a small blue pill in return.
  • The Hunger drank so deeply from the mountain that it shrank two inches, on rented land.
  • Ruby shed his skin and climbed back in backwards for a surprise attack, which went horribly wrong.
  • Robbie emerged from the Hunger spotless and cheerful as it swallowed his opponent.

Memorable Quotes

Ruby Rust: “I’m cold and I’m cranky because I’m currently fighting an Eldritch Horror and I thought I’d be fighting like a wrestler or something.”

Robbie Clark: “It was sure fun playing! I’m excited for you to become one of the giant biomass!”

  • The Lord of Fate: “Can you name me one mountain that has a voice?”
  • Robbie Clark: “They’re a two for one deal. It’s connected to my spinal cord now.”
  • Thea: “Gosh, I hope you die.”
  • The Lord of Fate: “You used to be a worm. You should know better.”
  • Ruby Rust: “But I’m a constrictor snake, bitch!”
  • Ruby Rust: “Just the website that we’re halfway through working on that’s never going to be finished now.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Ruby Rust (Rob / Robert Hartley GM). The YouTube blurb calls him a “colossal python.”

  • Who he is:
    • A giant constrictor snake who works as a coder. He uses Java, not Python, Ruby or Rust.
    • He types with his tail on a big-button ergonomic keyboard.
    • He doesn’t get out much and learned to fight from martial arts and action movies.
    • He calls himself a zoologist. Has a cloaca and no nipples. Has a nictitating membrane.
  • Gear:
    • A drinking helmet with hot java on one side and a cartoon poison bottle on the other. It was cracked in round 5.
    • Shield of the Golden King (lost to the Macarena).
    • Morir’s Cataclysm (an extra power-up, shown as glowing markings).
  • Body sacrificed: cut off part of his tail by autotomy (it regrows), snapped off an incisor, ate his own lower half like an Ouroboros.
  • Abilities: constriction, the Big Squeeze, a never-used swallow-whole ability, shedding his skin, hoop-rolling, burrowing.
  • End: consumed into the Hunger’s biomass. His last thought was his unfinished website. He calls himself “Ruby Red” in Dried Blood. Pronouns vary between he and they.

Robbie Clark (Cinder / Cinderblock Sally).

  • A boy from a small town who said goodbye to his parents.
  • The Lord of Fate claims Robbie ran off at 10 and is a teenager. Robbie says he doesn’t understand object permanence and has trouble remembering things “because I am a child.”
  • Gave up 10 years of his life and some of his organs to the box.
  • Emerged clean and unharmed at the end. Speaks in “Oh boy” and “G. Willikers” style.

The Hunger (Cinder, with some lines tagged 02).

  • An eldritch horror in Robbie’s backpack, connected to his spinal cord. Hundreds of tendrils (“700 arms”), most of them with mouths.
  • Has no cloaca and an infinite stomach. Its aim is to unify all life into “one giant flesh sack” or “collective bio-consciousness.”
  • Powers: sucks out poison, entombs Robbie (“the power of friendship”), drains a mountain through a taproot, camouflages as snow, spore polyps, fissure spikes.
  • Items: the blue pill (survives six fatigue) and the rusty spoon (tetanus).
  • The pair later insist on being called “the Hunger” or “the Hunger and the child.”

Thea (Caustic Phoenix). A tiny pink imp whose wings shed glitter.

  • The Lord of Fate’s assistant, with a clipboard, a performance report and a fear of losing her job.
  • Names arenas. Brought the snacks. Has small arms.
  • The Lord of Fate says she used to be a worm.
  • She keeps up with the cloaca jokes and wants an infinite stomach.

The Lord of Fate (Mudcat).

  • Says he “usurped the Grandmaster” and is under scrutiny across the Void.
  • His bedroom is in a distant tower because he likes to stay away from everybody.
  • Powers seen: rips reality to move them both to the throne room, snaps food into place, summons the Box of Chaos.
  • Keeps a performance report on Thea. Wants middle-aged champions. Won’t admit lords use the bathroom.

The Box of Chaos creature (Mudcat). A shadowy skeleton-like creature that claws out of the box.

  • Swallowed Robbie’s years. Wears a necklace of teeth of all different kinds, now including Ruby’s incisor.
  • Tied Ruby’s shield on with twine. “Honestly, I’m not picky.”

Julia: an Acolyte (chat member) who coined “snow angles.”

Others mentioned: “an elderly gentleman” from last week’s match (unnamed); Grandmaster Elusia (author of the Deathmatch rules); “the lawyers.”

Places

  • The Lord of Fate’s bedroom, in a tower “on the other side,” away from everybody.
  • The throne room (location not stated).
  • The Voiceless Mountaintop: a snowy, windy peak under a red sunset, with an arena of Acolytes above it.
    • It became a desert when the sun reversed.
    • It is rented land and shrank two inches when the Hunger drained it.
    • Thea’s rejected names for it: the mountain, a really big hill, cold nipples, the hard nipple place.
  • The concession stand (out of mustard).

Items

  • Shield of the Golden King: golden, raises Mettle, shatters on a nat 1 defense. It was tied to Ruby with twine and lost in the Macarena.
  • Small blue pill: lets the user survive six fatigue. “Seek medical help” after four hours.
  • Morir’s Cataclysm: a leather-bound tome of great power and destruction. Its words wrap onto the reader’s skin as glowing markings and grant a power-up.
  • Rusty spoon: tetanus, grants an extra status effect.
  • Ruby’s drinking helmet (java and poison), the ergonomic keyboard, Thea’s clipboard and pencil, and the nachos with chili, hot dogs and fries.

Lore statements

  • Not everyone in the Void has seen a mountain (Thea).
  • The Deathmatch rules laid down by Elusia allow any champion who can fight and has a decent track record.
  • The Lord of Fate usurped the Grandmaster and faces scrutiny across the Void.
  • Thea was formerly a worm.
  • Box of Chaos deals: the first is a free sacrifice; later uses also cost a fatigue.

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