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A little boy with a tentacle monster in his backpack fought a shirtless, mullet-haired barbarian from Florida in a cozy village full of ducks. Robbie Clark and the Hunger returned as a fan favourite and met Bob the Barbarian, a man so friendly that he bewildered the Lord of Fate, pulled into The Void. Bob fought with nipple tornadoes, gators and three layers of jorts, and over the course of the fight he set out to free a forgotten child from the thing eating his memories. It began as a deathmatch and ended as an adoption.

The Story

Champagne in the Fortress

The evening opened in the halls of The Dread Fortress, far below ground in its subterranean lair. The Lord of Fate still wasn’t used to his new title. He introduced himself by the old one before correcting himself, and remarked, “When you usurp a throne, it just doesn’t feel right for a while.” Then a clanking racket came down the hall. Thea, a tiny pink imp with glittery wings, burst through the doors in a poof of pink dust, dragging a bottle and two champagne glasses behind her.

The Lord of Fate asked how someone about two months old was drinking. Thea had an answer: “Two months as an imp, but I’ve been a worm a lot longer than that.” The goblins downstairs had called it “a nice drink.” It turned out to be from the Lord of Fate’s private reserve, saved for a celebration. As punishment he snapped his fingers, and one of the stars carved into Thea’s forehead faded and healed over. “I worked so hard for those friggin’ stars!” she wailed.

Thea argued that the reserve really belonged to the Grandmaster and he had simply taken it over. She also insisted she had been people once, chanting and getting tattoos with the Acolytes. “You were people for five minutes,” he replied, “but that time has passed.” When she handed him the bottle, he remembered where her mouth had been and dropped it to shatter on the floor. He told her someone would need to clean it up. Thea sadly lay down and licked the champagne off the floor until nothing was left.

The Champions

Thea’s pink portal brought out the first champion. Robbie Clark, small and sunny, introduced himself as an “adventurer and hero of the land,” whose mission with his good friend the Hunger was “to change all life in the universe into a singular biomass so that we can all become one with the greater unity.” The Lord of Fate groaned that they were having the child fight again. Thea had loved Robbie’s last match, where he and the Hunger had, in her words, “kicked their cloaca.”

Opposite him stood Bob: “I’m Bob the Barbarian. I’m from Florida and I love jean shorts, also known as jorts.” In his free time he wrestled gators and drank Coors Light. He admitted he felt weird about kicking a small child’s ass. The Lord of Fate, unsettled by all the friendliness, asked him to “kill this eldritch whore attached to this child.” Bob smiled. “Mayhem’s what I do. I just like to smile while I do it.” The Lord of Fate concluded, “It’s always the nice ones that are crazy.”

Into the Duck Village

A bigger portal opened onto The Duck Village: a quaint courtyard with a big old bell, fruit and veggie stands, villagers, a fountain where gaggles of ducks stopped to rest, and a cat peeking through a window. The clouds overhead were shaped like boobs and penises. The Acolytes filled the sky row after row, chanting for Bob, for Robbie, and in a few wild pockets for “the Hunger!” The Lord of Fate rose above them on white wings and asked whether the tentacle monster even had blood. The Hunger answered, “I am made of the infinite.” “Get ready to see whatever the fuck that is!” he cried.

Tentacles, Titanium and Toes

The Hunger struck first. Three tentacles whipped out of Robbie’s backpack, and two landed on Bob’s bare chest “like a wet towel.” Robbie said he had aimed one at each pec “to create a little bit of a bronzing effect.” Bob was delighted: “I haven’t had vines whipping my nipples for years. Thanks so much.” Then he summoned “the power of the peninsula,” his Florida gator strength. His first punch bounced off (“This child’s made of stone!”), and Robbie ducked the second. The third came on a natural 1 for Robbie, and Bob’s titanium fist cracked straight through the boy’s sternum.

The fight stayed odd from there. Bob rubbed his palms on the crystals embedded in his jorts and then headbutted Robbie for no clear reason, on a natural 20. He jabbed a crystal-spiked finger into Robbie’s eye socket, then struck him “right in the throat hole that I just created.” Thea, still curious about spice, collected Bob’s leg sweat in a vial and licked his leg. Bob asked, “Did we just become best friends, Thea?”

Chaos From Above and Below

The Acolytes’ fervour set off two chaos events. First, a giant saucer blotted out the sky and beamed both champions up to be probed by aliens. Robbie slipped free. Bob did not (“My ass! They’re gonna probe me! No!”), and he came back down unable to hold in his farts, which he decided meant he was “permanently sharting… Well, shit. In my jorts.” Robbie, asked whether the Hunger knew the aliens, explained that it “defies space and time” and admitted, “My memory is full of blank spots.”

The Hunger fed by draining the life from the soil. It then vomited viscera and bits of cat onto Bob’s jorts, to chants of “Dirty jorts!” Bob, realizing after his anal probe that he could use his own shit as poison, dipped his crystal hand deep into his jorts and threw it at Robbie. It missed, and the Hunger simply ate the poop off his hand (“It cleaned it right off my hand, you sick bastard”). His nipple tornado, unleashed by rubbing his nipples as hard and fast as he could, missed as well, because Robbie had averted his eyes: “I’m a little kid and I think nipples are gross.”

The second chaos event was a drought. The Hunger’s warping of the land shrivelled the plants and dried the fountain. Bob found water by drilling into the ground with his diamond hands “like a penguin would do into ice with its beak,” but Robbie ended up parched and badly worn down. He wished for a root beer. Thea offered him a towel soaked in champagne, and the Lord of Fate snapped it out of existence: “He’s a child. You can’t give him booze.” Asked whether he remembered fighting here before, Robbie said only, “I remember waking up and seeing a dead snake.”

The Box of Chaos

Then The Box of Chaos slammed down between them, spouting pink and yellow fire. Shadowy clawed hands and yellow eyes peeked over its rim. Robbie said it felt like Christmas, then wondered aloud whether he had parents. He offered the “weird skeleton” a high five. The Hunger offered something else: “his birthdays.” Tubes pumped out of Robbie as his eyes rolled back, and a tentacle drew out pearl-like orbs of light, his birthday memories. The creature in the box gobbled them up (“Oh, yeah, I fucking love cake”). Robbie received the Shield of the Golden King, a gleaming gold shield that had never seen battle. It looked like someone had carried it purely for show, “because they were.”

Bob tore off only a small scrap of his jorts, holding back so as not to “expose my Python yet.” The box grumbled that it might make an eyepatch out of it and gave him the Blade of Shadow, which holds a piece of the Shadow King’s soul. Thea’s verdict: “Ooh, that’s an old bad guy.” The blade healed Bob with every hit and tired him just by being held. His first great lightning-crackling swing missed completely, and Thea flew out to coach him: “It’s all in the wrists.” When Bob noted it was “a little bit bigger than what most people are used to handling,” Thea replied, “It’s okay, I’ve had to, never mind.”

Thea also ducked into a village building and came back with a pair of New Balance shoes for Robbie. “I’ve never gotten new shoes before,” he said. The Lord of Fate replied, “You got new shoes on your seventh birthday, I remember.” Robbie asked, “What’s a birthday?”

Gators and Hairballs

Robbie charged, and the Hunger swelled into a writhing mass of tentacles that knocked Bob flat. Through the tendrils, the boy’s eyes met the man’s. For a moment the fight drained out of Robbie, and he saw in Bob a yearning for something he had once wanted too and had since forgotten. Then the Hunger shredded across his eyes. It later admitted its purpose openly: “I prevent the child from connecting with another human so that I can best still wield him as a vessel.”

Bob called for Benadryl and summoned his gators, some up to twenty feet long. The first snapped Robbie’s tiny leg off, blood spewing, and Bob announced, “I’m getting hard. I love battle.” The second missed. Thea said it was because he hadn’t named them, so Bob named the third Jeremy and rubbed chili powder on its jaws. Jeremy missed too. Thea lay down and talked with the gator, who explained that her name was Hannah Montana, “and you should have known better,” given the blonde wig. Bob apologised, promised to protect her eggs, and set her free. She spent the rest of the match doing flips in the fountain.

After a break, Thea earned a freshly carved forehead star. The Lord of Fate then asked whether she had really brought them to a normal town with normal ducks. “I’m really regretting that I carved that,” he said. In the arena, Bob told Robbie, “I don’t like it, but I like you, boy.” He curled his mullet into a steel ball bristling with poisoned spikes and rolled over the boy, then jumped up and jammed his toes into Robbie’s eyes (“Smell me, boy!”). Thea opened her arms to offer Robbie a hug. The Hunger’s tendrils swept her back like a wave (“It’s mine”), and she turned away in tears, insisting her eyes were just spicy.

The Fight for Robbie

The Hunger stopped pretending. It wrapped its eye-hat over Robbie’s face, hoisted him like a marionette, and twisted its tentacles into one great spine of eyes and barbs that drilled down onto Bob. Bob rose again, healed, chugged a beer, and spoke to the boy instead of the monster: “He took over your body, son… I could be your dad in a different world. I’m not your dad. Probably not, but I could be. Remember that, boy. I care about you.” Thea asked Robbie whether the Hunger had his back or was his back. The question was, Robbie said, “almost outside of the realm of my understanding.”

Robbie tried to fight in his own way with his child punch and child kick. His high kick in the new shoes met Bob’s bare foot, toe to toe, and they landed with their pinky toes tied. Bob ripped off his jorts to reveal a second pair, and then a third. He promised fan boats through the Everglades, touching gators, and one day a cold Coors Light. The Lord of Fate kept pushing back the next chaos event because he wanted to see this play out, and it never came.

Liberation

When Robbie said he wanted to try a fan boat, the Hunger seized him completely. Tendrils pumped into his ears, his eyes went black, and a different voice spoke: “You will join me and he will forget that this ever happened. He will be happy and he will be mine.” Bob sniffed a pouch of bath salts from his jorts pocket and declared himself “pure Florida man.” He swore to liberate the boy and dropped his “large buxom ass” onto the tentacles. When he ran out of attacks, he told it, “You’re a dirty bastard, hunger.”

The words got through. For the faintest second, Robbie’s eyes were his own. “I think I want to be a Florida man too.” The Hunger thrashed and said “No” as Robbie clawed his way out and reached for Bob’s hand. They clasped hands, and Robbie was pulled free. The Hunger writhed, sparkled into light and melted into bubbling ichor, and only an empty backpack was left.

“Hi.” “Hi. I’m Bob.” “I’m Robby Clark.” Robbie asked whether all of it was true, the gators and fan boats and nipple tornadoes. “Oh, son, it’s all true.” Thea opened one last portal onto a big rusty fan boat with “Bob and Robbie” inscribed on the back. “Go be free, Florida men,” she said, and as the portal shrank, Robbie’s jeans magically became cut-offs. The Lord of Fate counted it a success: “I guess somebody technically died, so I’m happy.”

Dried Blood

In the after-show, Robbie passed on his lesson: sometimes something that seems like an adversary turns out to be an ally, “even if there’s some weird dark eldritch force jamming spikes into your brain to make it so you don’t remember who you used to be.” Bob reported that his Florida boy had now ridden the fan boat, seen gators and rubbed his nipples a bit. “But it only gets better from here, my friend. Because now we’re gonna go to Publix and get delicious fried chicken tenders.” He urged every Acolyte to try them.

Notable Moments

  • Thea licked the shattered champagne off the floor, and later licked Bob’s leg in search of “spice.”
  • Robbie sacrificed his own birthday memories to the Box of Chaos for a purely ornamental shield, then asked, “What’s a birthday?”
  • Bob’s gator “Jeremy” turned out to be Hannah Montana, who was freed and spent the rest of the match doing flips in the fountain.
  • Bob wore three pairs of jorts and stripped off two of them as the fight wore on.
  • The Hunger rejected Thea’s hug and left her crying “spicy” tears.
  • Bob freed Robbie with kind words and an outstretched hand, and the Hunger melted away into an empty backpack.

Memorable Quotes

Bob the Barbarian: “I could be your dad in a different world. I’m not your dad. Probably not, but I could be. Remember that, boy. I care about you.”

Robbie Clark: “The hunger’s had my back for a long time. As far back as I can remember, which is about yesterday.”

  • The Lord of Fate: “When you usurp a throne, it just doesn’t feel right for a while.”
  • Thea: “Two months as an imp, but I’ve been a worm a lot longer than that.”
  • Bob the Barbarian: “I haven’t had vines whipping my nipples for years. Thanks so much.”
  • The Hunger: “I prevent the child from connecting with another human so that I can best still wield him as a vessel.”
  • The Lord of Fate: “You eat five hot dogs and now you think you’re people.”
  • Bob the Barbarian: “For the righteous will prevail. And as we all know, the righteous come from Florida.”
  • Thea: “Go be free, Florida men.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Robbie Clark (Cinderblock Sally). A small child “adventurer and hero of the land” bonded to the Hunger through a backpack he has never taken off.

  • His memory goes back only “about yesterday” and is “full of blank spots.” He remembers waking up next to a dead snake (his previous match).
  • He doesn’t know what a birthday is, whether he has parents, or what an alien is. He stopped going to school “when I was too young.”
  • Gave his birthday memories to the Box of Chaos and received the Shield of the Golden King. Thea gave him New Balance shoes.
  • His moves are the child punch and child kick.
  • Freed from the Hunger at the end; left for Florida with Bob on a fan boat. His jeans became shorts.

The Hunger (Cinderblock Sally). An eldritch tentacle entity living in, or as, Robbie’s backpack, with an eye-hat and mouths and teeth that grow from its tendrils.

  • Wants to merge all life into “a singular biomass” and “the eternal flesh.”
  • Robbie calls it “a creature that defies space and time.” It says “I am made of the infinite.”
  • Deliberately keeps Robbie from connecting with other people so it can wield him as a vessel. It mind-wipes him, possesses him, and calls him “my champion.”
  • Destroyed: it melted into bubbling ichor after Robbie broke free, leaving only the backpack.

Bob the Barbarian (Big Papa Drak). A friendly, always-smiling, shirtless barbarian from Florida with a glorious mullet.

  • Loves jorts, wears at least three pairs, and keeps crystals embedded in the fabric. Wrestles gators, drinks Coors Light, nicknamed “Smiling Bob.”
  • Summons gators: gator one, gator two, and “Jeremy,” who is actually Hannah Montana.
  • Moves: nipple tornado, steel spiked hairball, toe stench, butt drop. He sniffs bath salts to become “pure Florida man.”
  • Probed by aliens and now can’t hold in farts. Got the Blade of Shadow by sacrificing a piece of his jorts.
  • Wants children someday. Promised to raise Robbie in Florida.

The Lord of Fate (Mudcat). The former Arbiter, who has “usurped” the throne and still struggles with the title.

  • White wings. Has a private reserve of champagne, which Thea says was the Grandmaster’s.
  • Carves stars into Thea’s forehead as rewards and can heal them away as punishment. Keeps a report and file on her and claims to pay her.
  • Snapped away the champagne towel because Robbie is a child. Says he remembers Robbie getting new shoes on his seventh birthday.

Thea (Caustic Phoenix). A tiny pink imp with glittery wings.

  • Two months an imp, a worm for longer. Insists “Thea is people.” Says she was “people” for five minutes, chanting and getting tattoos with the Acolytes.
  • Licked up the spilled champagne and licked Bob’s leg sweat (“spice”). Speaks with animals.
  • Gave Robbie New Balance shoes. Her hug was rejected by the Hunger, and she cried.
  • Organized the match and arena. Lost one forehead star and gained another.

Hannah Montana: a female gator with a blonde wig, misnamed Jeremy, freed by Bob. She swims in the Duck Village fountain.

The Box of Chaos creature: black shadowy clawed hands and yellow eyes. Robbie calls it a “weird skeleton.” It loves cake, eats memories, and might make an eyepatch from the jorts scrap.

The goblins of the Dread Fortress: they supplied the champagne and buy the reserves.

The Shadow King: mentioned only. A piece of his soul is in the Blade of Shadow. Thea: “an old bad guy… we didn’t like him.”

Places

  • The Dread Fortress: its halls in the subterranean lair, and the Lord of Fate’s private reserve.
  • The Duck Village / “village de ducks”: a quaint village courtyard with a fountain, bell, fruit and veggie stands, villagers, ducks and a cat. It was drained into near-desert by the drought.
  • Florida, the Everglades, Publix: Bob’s home, the destination for Bob and Robbie. Real-world; see list.

Items

  • Shield of the Golden King: gleaming gold and ornamental, never seen battle, “carried for show, because they were.” Gives +1 mettle and shatters on a natural 1.
  • Blade of Shadow: holds a piece of the Shadow King’s soul. Heals on hit, causes fatigue.
  • Bob’s crystal-studded jorts (multiple layers), the bath salts pouch, and chili powder.
  • Robbie’s New Balance shoes and the backpack left behind by the Hunger.
  • The champagne bottle (smashed) and Thea’s forehead stars.
  • The rusty fan boat inscribed “Bob and Robbie.”

Lore statements

  • The Lord of Fate usurped the throne and was formerly the Arbiter (Season of Fate).
  • Thea says the champagne reserves were the Grandmaster’s; the Lord of Fate says he directed the goblins who bought them.
  • The Acolytes watch from the sky above the arena and remember previous matches.
  • The Box of Chaos takes sacrifices, including memories, and gives random magic items.

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