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The Season 5 finale threw four returning champions into the first-ever Chaos Royale: Tormiir the minotaur, Bobby Clark and the eldritch backpack known as the Hunger, the identity thief Copycat, and Richard Knottley, rebuilt from Peloton parts. They fought on the doorstep of The Dread Fortress for a single red ceramic mug. Along the way it took in weaponised phone calls to a minotaur’s mother, five hundred deceptive hot dogs, a chinchilla named Dylan, and an unholy alliance between a shapeshifter and a backpack full of teeth. Meanwhile the ruler of The Void brooded over his troubled reign and walked out before the show was done.

The Story

A Gloomy Throne Room

The finale opened with Thea, a tiny pink imp, fluttering down the Fortress’s dark and murky hallways calling for her master. She found the Lord of Fate in his throne room. The candles and soft fur rugs were gone and the room was drab, bare and unlit. He had conjured a window into a wall that normally has none, and he stood with his arms crossed behind him, staring at rain he had also conjured on the pane, even though the Fortress sits in a lava field.

Thea asked whether this was “one of your, like, little emo sessions.” He insisted he was “pondering my rule.” Thea had thought pondering had something to do with ponds, and she produced a clipboard so she could take notes on his thoughts. The news he gave her was bleak. People were upset that the Grandmaster was still imprisoned, there were riots, and The Eastern Outpost had just been ransacked. Thea added the rumours that he smells, farts constantly and wears fake Italian leather shoes. Only that last charge truly stung: “They are real Italian leather! They always have been!”

“Things are not going the way that I had planned for them to go this season,” he admitted. Thea had a fix. She had organised a royal rumble of four monstrous champions, and the prize was a pretty red mug donated by the Acolyte Gator. The Lord of Fate was unconvinced but willing: “I would like to see four people fight to the death over a ceramic mug. Sure.”

Four Fools for a Mug

Thea clapped, pink lightning struck the floor, and the champions appeared. Richard Knottley immediately tried to leave. “You won’t let me live. You won’t let me die,” he cried, and he charged for the door. The Lord of Fate snapped his fingers so that every door Richard walked through led him straight back into the throne room. Richard had died so many times that his body could only be revived by infusing it with Peloton equipment, and his heart was now a Peloton core. He had renamed himself “Dick Okio,” after Pinocchio, since his old nickname was Dick Twist, and he had a fresh tattoo of the new name in case he forgot it.

Copycat arrived wearing the Lord of Fate’s face. After losing her last fight and being reincarnated, she had started attending group therapy, and she had come away with a new mantra: “the only one that can live everybody else’s life better than themselves is me.” The real Lord of Fate begged her to stop. Tormiir skipped the speeches. He charged a beam between his horns, melted a meteor out of the boiling sky and kicked the glassy shard that fell. “Now that’s how you make an introduction!” the Lord of Fate approved.

Last came a boy the Lord of Fate mistook for Robbie Clark. Thea corrected him: Robbie was free now and growing up in Florida among the alligators and falling iguanas. This was Bobby Clark, “boy adventurer and herald of the ancient unifying flesh that is the hunger,” and his backpack had tentacles, eyes and teeth slurping out of it. When Richard made a grab for the mug, Thea clapped again. The Fortress walls faded, and the four found themselves at the Fortress’s front door, a great skull with an open mouth set in the lava fields. Thea hid the mug in a secret spot. Copycat promptly took Thea’s form so that she could ask herself where it was hidden. Up in the stands, The Acolytes wore Tormiir t-shirts, chugged milk and poured it over their bodies, which horrified the minotaur: “That’s cow milk for cows, you sick bastards.”

Horns, Meatballs and Mothers

Tormiir opened with a crackling purple swing of his greatsword aimed at Richard, the champion who wanted the mug most. Richard declared his Peloton limbs unbreakable. “What if someone stops paying the subscription fee?” Tormiir asked. “I am the subscription fee.” Tormiir then fumbled the swing, hurt himself, and knocked off Richard’s mustache along with the sword. He blamed the milk boys. His follow-up charge worked far better, and it left Richard impaled on his horns, “one between the ribs and one just shy of an exit.” Richard soon asked to be put down, since “that horn kind of close to my rectum.”

The Hunger lunged from Bobby’s backpack at Copycat: “Foul flesh sculptor, your mimicry is admirable. I shall make it mine.” Copycat wriggled away from the first lamprey-jawed tube, but a later one scraped a meatball-sized chunk out of her leg. She answered by becoming “Thornir,” a horned copy of Tormiir who cheered the crowd on to drink their milk. Then she found a crueller weapon. She phoned Tormiir’s mother, told her that her son had entered a milk-drinking contest with a beef-brisket celebration afterward, and hung up on her. The damage to his relationship with his mother landed. The mother, it turned out, was “really hoofing it” to the arena.

Copycat offered the Hunger a plate of poisoned meatballs, which missed but won Bobby’s heart. Most people feared the Hunger, he said, but she had given it meatballs, and he hoped they could be best friends and “help turn all humans and life into one giant ball of flesh.” Copycat found that “a little iffy” and left him with a puzzle: “By the way, you don’t have a mother. You have a father.” Richard, still skewered, unleashed Peloton electricity into Tormiir. Tormiir’s own magic was electrical anyway, so the bolt ran harmlessly through his hooves into the ground. A swarm of Chinchillas poured out of Richard’s reopened wounds, and Tormiir kissed him on the head for bringing more friends. Richard pulled himself free, bonked uselessly off the minotaur’s lowered head and sat down to sob. The Lord of Fate ruled the result a defensive “pathetic stance,” face to the ground with his ass very high in the air.

Ghosts, Wombats and Dylan

The first chaos event sent a bully ghost to every champion to make them hit themselves. Tormiir told it to stop, and it ran off whimpering. The other three punched themselves. In the second round Tormiir called his mother back to undo Copycat’s lies. He told her Copycat was “like artificial intelligence… but walking around, and a real asshole about it, too,” and he finally landed a huge purple bolt on the shapeshifter, “a big, solid bolt of fuck you.” Bobby wanted to go after the minotaur instead of Copycat, who might help him find his dad. The Hunger cracked his arm back against his will to strike Copycat anyway. Bobby then punched Tormiir’s calf with his little fists and only hurt his fingers.

Copycat, still wearing the Lord of Fate’s face, got the real one to admit he kept his Kansas City barbecue in the kitchen, and Thea had the Goblins bring all of it, with at least five hundred hot dogs. Copycat swore they were vegan tofu, so Tormiir agreed to five. The first throw slipped and stabbed Copycat in the eye. The second hit, and then came the reveal: “How’d those 100% ground beef hot dogs taste?” Tormiir vomited them up whole, and the sight made Copycat and Bobby throw up too.

Richard sat in the sand and listed his ruin: a lost internet business, a lawsuit after Big Tuna, a commercial that broke the rules on false claims, “and now I’m not even a real boy.” A chinchilla appeared to comfort him. Richard named it Dylan, held open the port in his chest so it could crawl back into its nest, and spent his whole turn trying to repair himself. Every attempt failed. The second chaos event followed, as frozen flying wombats stampeded through the clouds and let loose their bowels, pelting everyone with a hail of cubed, ice-hard poop. “Wombat poop is cubed,” Thea explained helpfully, “so they are perfectly ice cubed. You can stack it.”

Strange Alliances

After a short break, Tormiir called his sword back to his hand, lit it by licking the edge, and carved into Copycat. Bobby turned on Richard instead, urging him to “put aside your technology. Join the new flesh.” Richard caught the tentacle in mid-air, half-remembering that he had seen its kind somewhere before. “If you can’t get them with honey, get them with mayonnaise,” as the Hunger always says, and it hosed him in black bile. Copycat called in an FDA tactical team against Tormiir’s “mad cow disease,” but the agents trampled her instead. From flat on her back she grabbed a megaphone and urged the Void to buy milk, which sold out everywhere. She then sided with Richard and took his face, which he took as a compliment: “Holy shit. I knew I was sexy.” Richard fired an Iron Man–style beam from his chest that finally hit the Hunger, and for one moment Bobby’s eyes went wide: “where am I?” Then the tentacles took over again.

The third chaos event brought Dolly, who pushed through a portal with her cracked porcelain face and black glass eyes. Tormiir met her gaze, and Richard met it worst of all. Copycat then made her pitch. She mocked the Lord of Fate’s loneliness while wearing his face, which included a confession that Thea was “the best thing that has ever happened to me,” and she offered the Hunger a partnership: “drop the act of the kid and you and me team up? I’ve always wanted a backpack.” The Hunger agreed. It tore itself off Bobby, who had no skin under his clothes, only a half-grown translucent spine, and he crumpled “much like a puppet.” The backpack settled onto Copycat’s shoulders. She also phoned the manufacturer for a second mug, just in case.

Horrified, Richard and Tormiir teamed up. Richard climbed into Tormiir’s horns to be launched as a “Meatball special,” and he later stole Copycat’s phone, called Tormiir’s mother to restore the minotaur’s honour, smashed it, and stuck the SIM card in his tinfoil hat: “Now I am the cell phone!” Copycat’s parting shot told him to go “view your mother’s OnlyFans account.”

The Felted Friend

As the arena turned deadlier, Tormiir got Copycat “canceled” by posting horrific statements from her accounts. The Hunger simply drained energy from the earth to shrug it off and grew Copycat a new phone and tablet out of its tendrils. Copycat sent the IRS after Richard’s bank account, which held negative thirteen dollars. Then she treated the Hunger to a steak dinner that was arriving right behind Tormiir: his mother. The Hunger bit “like a milkshake straw,” and Tormiir fell. “I was going to win that mug from my mama so she could drink out of it,” he said. “Water, you freaks.” His spirit drifted out of his body and took a seat on a sideline bench.

Richard, down to his last sliver of life, handed the dying Dylan to Thea for safekeeping. “I should die,” he said. He threw three final punches “for Tormiir’s mother” while the crowd chanted Dylan’s name and Tormiir’s ghost cheered him on, and every one was turned aside. The Hunger mangled hot dogs, the remains of Tormiir’s mother and Tormiir’s body into a giant puppet riding atop Copycat. “Preferred term is felted friend,” noted the ghost. As the Muppet hands loomed over him, Richard triggered his Peloton self-destruct sequence: “Surprise, bitch, you get to explode.” It fizzled. The tendrils gushed over him like a geyser, and he heard a chorus of voices: “welcome, welcome… You’re here. You’re with us. You’re loved.” His last words were “Coachella sucks this year.”

Good Night

Thea crowned “our victor, the champion, Copycat and the Hunger!” and promised the mug would be mailed once she found out where they lived. The real Lord of Fate was not celebrating. “To be honest with you, I didn’t have a great time,” he said. “This is just not how it was supposed to go. Things are not the way they’re supposed to be.” Saying he had somewhere else to be, he stomped back into the Fortress. Copycat told Thea to let her “other half cry it out” and invited her for ice cream. Thea closed the season for the Acolytes alone, urging them to “never give up until the final breath in your body is finally gone.”

Notable Moments

  • Richard Knottley returned with a Peloton core for a heart and a new name, “Dick Okio,” tattooed on so he wouldn’t forget it.
  • Copycat’s deadliest weapon was her phone: she called Tormiir’s mother, the FDA, the IRS and a mug manufacturer.
  • The “vegan tofu” hot dogs turned out to be 100% ground beef, and the minotaur vomited them up whole.
  • The Hunger discarded Bobby Clark like an empty puppet and became Copycat’s backpack.
  • Dylan the chinchilla comforted Richard, and Richard handed him to Thea to save before dying himself.
  • The Lord of Fate walked out of his own season finale, saying things were “not the way they’re supposed to be.”

Memorable Quotes

  • Richard Knottley: “I am the subscription fee.”
  • Copycat: “I am enough. Because I am everyone. Therefore, I am better than everyone. That’s what my therapy circle taught me before I stole all their identities.”
  • Tormiir: “Think Kilowog’s use of his ring. Just a big, solid bolt of fuck you.”
  • Thea: “Mayonnaise is gross. We’re a Miracle Whip household.”
  • Bobby Clark: “I don’t really remember much except for a couple weeks ago, but the hunger tells me that I’m eight.”

Tormiir: “Mama loves me. And I disappointed her… I was going to win that mug from my mama so she could drink out of it. Water, you freaks.”

The Hunger: “Welcome, welcome… You’re here. You’re with us. You’re loved.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

The Lord of Fate (Mudcat; the Arbiter/Vythorn ruling in the Season of Fate).

  • Brooding in a stripped, unlit throne room with a conjured window and rain.
  • Says ruling is hard: riots, the ransacked Eastern Outpost, and anger that the Grandmaster is still imprisoned. “Things are not going the way that I had planned for them to go this season.”
  • Insists his shoes are real Italian leather.
  • Keeps a Kansas City barbecue in the kitchen of the Dread Fortress; the goblins fetch it.
  • Can loop doors back into the room and call down lightning.
  • Leaves the finale early, unhappy, for “somewhere else to be.”

Thea (Caustic Phoenix). A tiny pink imp who serves the Lord of Fate.

  • Organized the Chaos Royale to cheer him up. Teleports people by clapping and commands the goblins.
  • Unsure whether she has a brain. Her household is “a Miracle Whip household.” She hates people (speaker uncertain). She loves ice cream.
  • Held Dylan the chinchilla. Gave the season’s closing address.

Tormiir (guest). “The great minotaur,” a muscle-bound warlock-type.

  • Powers and gear:
    • Purple crackling magic channelled through his horns; it is “magical electricity,” so lightning grounds through him harmlessly.
    • A two-handed greatsword that returns to his hand. He lit it by licking it with his tongue.
  • Body: greases and shaves daily, with gorilla-pattern hair.
  • Personality and lore:
    • Fiercely protective of cow’s milk as sacred and maternal; hates seeing Acolytes drink it.
    • Devoted to his mother, who would “jump through a portal again” to nurse him if he were dying.
    • Hints he “paid for college” with something lewd (“Only cows”).
    • The Acolytes wear Tormiir t-shirts.
  • In this episode: wanted the mug for his mama “so she could drink out of it. Water.” Allied with Richard late. Fell to the Hunger’s bite on his mother. His ghost watched from a bench and became part of the felted friend.

Tormiir’s mother. A minotaur, phoned twice (by Copycat, then by Richard).

  • Copycat claimed she has an OnlyFans account.

Bobby Clark (guest). “Boy adventurer and herald of the ancient unifying flesh.”

  • Remembers only the last couple of weeks. The Hunger says he’s eight.
  • Doesn’t know his mother; Copycat says he has a father.
  • His predecessor Robbie Clark “is free now,” growing up in Florida.
  • Discarded by the Hunger: he had no skin under his clothes and a half-grown translucent spine, and collapsed like a puppet.

The Hunger (guest). An eldritch horror in a backpack of tentacles, eyes and teeth that seeks to unify all flesh into one mind.

  • Overrides Bobby’s will. Its sayings include “if you can’t get them with honey, get them with mayonnaise” and “Join the new flesh.”
  • Effectively immune to electricity. Can draw energy from the ground and form phones and tablets from tendrils.
  • Fused with Copycat as her backpack and won. Swallowed Richard Knottley into its chorus.

Copycat (guest). A shapeshifter (“foul flesh sculptor”) who takes others’ forms: the Lord of Fate, Thea, Tormiir (“Thornir”), Dick Twist.

  • Was reincarnated after losing her last fight. Has attended group therapy (“before I stole all their identities”).
  • Her phone powers can reach the FDA, the IRS, a mug manufacturer and Tormiir’s mother.
  • Winner, fused with the Hunger. Calls the Lord of Fate “my other half.”

Richard Knottley / “Dick Twist” / “Dick Okio” (guest).

  • Body and gear:
    • Revived so many times his body is now held together by Peloton parts, with a Peloton core as his heart.
    • A tattoo of his new name.
    • A port in his chest and a tinfoil/aluminum hat (now holding Copycat’s SIM card).
    • Peloton electricity and a chest “unibeam.”
    • Chinchillas live inside him.
  • Lore:
    • A conspiracy podcaster with an internet business, lost after Big Tuna; his commercial broke FCC rules.
    • In lawsuits with the FDA, with pending arrest charges and negative $13.
    • Believes in the Chinchilla government. Has a friend King Pophos in the afterlife.
    • Claims this was his third time in the arena and third consecutive death.
  • Consumed by the Hunger.

Dylan. A talking chinchilla living in Richard’s chest (Richard is “its nest”). Badly hurt powering him; held by Thea at the end. His fate is unstated.

Gator. An Acolyte (“great to be a Gator”) who gave the red mug.

The goblins of the Dread Fortress (servants), the FDA tactical division, the IRS.

Places

  • Throne room (Dread Fortress): normally candles and fur rugs; drab this episode.
  • The front door of the Dread Fortress: a skull with an open mouth, in the lava fields. This was the arena.
  • The Eastern Outpost: ransacked during the riots.
  • The Dread Fortress kitchen.
  • Florida (where Robbie now lives).

Items

  • The red victory mug (from Gator), hidden in Thea’s “secret pocket.” A second mug was ordered by Copycat.
  • The Lord of Fate’s Kansas City barbecue; 500 hot dogs (claimed tofu, really 100% ground beef).
  • Frozen cubed wombat poop (souvenirs).
  • Copycat’s (rental) phone. The Hunger’s tendril Android phone and tablet.

Lore statements

  • Champions killed in the Deathmatch are brought back to life later (Thea: “we bring them back to life later”).
  • Milk sold out across the Void after Copycat’s PSA.

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