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Three teammates, one asteroid, and a single leadership position. Atlas, Robbie Clark and the Hunger and Copycat were pulled out to The Ether Drifts to fight to the death and decide who would lead Team A. What followed included a sticker war, a half-built robot wearing Thea as a backpack, an impersonation of an eldritch mother, a tanker ship named Mateship, and a black hole that swallowed the whole arena, audience included. The team that survived had a name, a leader and a whispered plan to overthrow the people who made them fight.

The Story

Late, as Always

The night opened in a busy back room of The Dread Fortress. The Grandmaster, the Arbiter and Thea were racing to finish the last details: Acolyte invitations, and restocking the concession stands with blue slushies, hot dogs and plizzies. “We’re already late,” the Arbiter grumbled. Thea arrived lugging a giant bowl of goldfish, her “pre-show dinner.” She proudly reported that the arena was clean and “really primed for some blood,” and that she had sent the champions their invitations. She had even reminded them that everyone would be revived, so they could “pull out all the stops” (“Pull them out or stop them?”).

The Arbiter held up the invitations. They were still in his hand. Thea’s jaw dropped. Once the Grandmaster told him to stop teasing her and send them, he sighed, “I’ll do all of the work, as always,” cracked his knuckles, slammed his hands together and ripped a portal open.

Three Champions, None Assembled Correctly

Copycat came through first, and she came through wrong. She was still stuck in the form of Timothy, the mayor, a worm, and complained that she couldn’t get her leg out from behind her neck and that her pinky toe was poking her liver. “It’s like I’m stuck in a Chinese finger trap, except it’s my whole body.” The Arbiter’s fix was to lift her with one hand, rip every molecule of her body apart into individual atoms (“super painful”) and put her back together. “That’s about as good as I can do.” When she asked whether they covered therapy, he told her they “only care about the hard sciences here.” She wanted to see the therapists anyway, “so I could steal their identity.”

The Grandmaster called him “deeply disturbed” and slapped him across the face. The Arbiter asked what was really bothering her, and she told him: “Deathmatch is returning. I want it to be good.” Tearing champions limb from limb was her job, she said, not his. “We are a supportive environment.” Copycat used the moment to demand compensation in the form of a credit card and a social security number. She did not get them.

Next, steam and whirring poured from Atlas’s portal, along with the clank of heavy boots. Atlas arrived “not completely built.” He was a faceplate, two enormous electrified fists, two boots and a pair of tiny arms, with no torso, no legs and no waist, and he stood about knee height. Thea squealed that he was adorable and knocked on him. “Atlas feels breakable,” he admitted. So Thea climbed onto his back as a sort of reinforcing backpack, and Atlas remarked that it felt oddly familiar.

Robbie Clark and the Hunger arrived last. The Arbiter could never remember the name (“two first names. That’s a lot to remember”). Robbie, a small boy in a baseball cap, said they were ready after cartoons, cereal and “puppies,” a word his backpack echoed. He announced the team as “the super redacted Unbreakable friends!” Copycat asked whether he had just said he ate puppies, and Robbie explained that puppies “have a great amount of nutrients for their biomass.” The Grandmaster froze, declared it “an internal team thing,” and went off to make sure Doug stayed far away from the arena.

The stakes were simple: the winner would name the team and lead it. Thea promised stickers for everyone. Atlas then ran two tiny pipes into his Thea backpack, made a soft noise and retracted them. Asked what that was, he said only: “You will find out once we begin the mayhem and death.”

Into the Drifts

The Arbiter’s portal dropped the trio onto an asteroid beside a huge gaseous planet, where gravity was lighter than at the Fortress. The Acolytes watched from a floating grandstand. The Grandmaster charged the champions to prove themselves, since the winner might one day lead “perhaps my greatest armies as we continue to defend the Void.” Robbie found it hard to punch people he thought were so cool, “but somebody’s got to do it. Friendly fire protocols disabled.” The Arbiter spread his white glowing wings, and the crowd responded by throwing their grandmothers into space.

Before the fight began, the champions had to settle Atlas’s anatomy. He wears pants, despite having no legs, and he has no butthole. “It is a port. It is just not a butthole.”

Stickers, Backpacks and Sympathy

Atlas struck first with a machine-gun barrage of stickers fired into the mouths of the Hunger’s tendrils. It was a trap. Robbie opened his backpack to reveal the Hunger’s “nest of the abyss and the shadow,” along with a sticker book the pair had been filling “for eons and eons.” The Hunger gently dragged the stickers inside. “Our power grows as does our collection.” Atlas had predicted this, and with the backpack open he launched the biggest Michelangelo sticker straight at the nest. Robbie clipped the bag shut, and the sticker landed harmlessly on the outside.

Atlas then grabbed the backpack and wrenched it off. It turned out to be organic: veiny, dripping and lashing as if severed. Robbie went blank and lost. “Uh, mister? Where am I? … This is not after school. I just want to go home.” It was an attempt to crack Atlas’s iron heart, and Atlas’s programming answered:

“Small child, subject, detection, sympathy required, lost child, 404 error, fuck’s not found.” (Atlas)

Robbie tilted his cap down. “Man, I really thought that was going to work on you, but you should have seen season one.” A new backpack erupted from the flesh of his back, showing he was no human child at all. The Hunger declared that they were unified “before the first waves crashed against the first beaches” and would remain so “when the last star dies in the sky.” He told the stolen backpack in Atlas’s grip to “Fetch.” It became a giant insect with baby hands, a tiny baseball cap and a fly mouth, bit Atlas and skittered back to Robbie’s shoulder carrying Atlas’s detached arm.

Copycat, meanwhile, was taking notes on the Hunger’s philosophy: its hunger “is for friendship and biomass, which kind of is friendship but on the most intimate of scales.” Then she twirled into a crisp chef’s outfit and served the Hunger Candyland gummy dots, a candy banned for being too dangerously chewy to breathe around. She also stole the sticker book. Her attempt to scrape the stickers off failed, because Robbie had used the special Gorilla glue from the drawer, the one that “smells funny.”

Thea coughed up a die “like a cat coughing up a hairball.” The hosts placed bets: the Grandmaster backed Robbie, and the Arbiter backed Copycat, reasoning that Atlas lacked “the stature of a leader anymore.” “Heights? That’s how you’re basing leadership?” the Grandmaster said. “Every day I like you less and less.”

Fatlas and the Eldritch Mother

Atlas came apart, spun each piece at high speed and rebuilt himself around Thea. To the wail of an electric guitar, he encased her in his shell, making her his core and body. The result was a tiny iron Thea with electric wings and rings of energy around her arms. “I’m ready for this! I was born ready!” she cried. Atlas announced: “We are no longer Atlas or Thea. We are… Fatlas.” When Copycat claimed she had heard “fatass,” Atlas blew three puppy-cheering Acolytes into piles of ash (“We’ll put them back together later”).

Robbie, wounded by his former friends’ betrayal, activated his true power. The Hunger’s tendrils stabbed into his eyes, and his body floated up, “very Akira-esque,” with mouths where his eyes had been. He fired beams of “friendship eldritch energy.” A perfect natural 20 scorched Fatlas’s shell, and grabbing his book back left Copycat with a paper cut between her fingers, “the worst kind.” She slapped him for it.

Since nobody would give her a band-aid, Copycat dropped into downward dog and became the Hunger’s mother, complete with curled tentacles and a cigarette. “Hunger! What have I told you about combining yourself with… creatures from other dimensions?” The Hunger protested that Robbie was really cool. Mom warned that his father would bring out the Eldritch Belt and asked why he couldn’t be more like his brother. “Mom, my brother’s an asshole.” “Your brother’s a dimension conqueror.” The guilt landed hard: “You’re grounded… No supper for six whole centuries.” Robbie deflated and sank back to the ground.

Mom then turned on Fatlas (“An overgrown can opener?”) and reached in to pull Thea out. The chassis snapped shut on her tentacle like a mousetrap. “The only thing this can opens is cans of whoop-ass.” The Grandmaster scored it ten out of ten, then told the Arbiter he had never managed a comeback that good and blamed his Italian leather shoes. “You leave my shoes out of this.”

Snacks, a Slip, and the Floor Is Lava

During the break, the Acolytes worked through nachos and Double Sun Cola while the Arbiter scarfed a giant plate of chili fries. The Grandmaster asked him to scooch away so he wouldn’t fart near her. “I’m the master of time and space. You think I can’t control my own bowel?” Moments later, as she talked over him, he muttered, “I should have let the Shadow King just, I should have.” “I’m sorry, what?” “Nothing, nothing.”

The Acolytes chanted for chaos, and lava bubbled up from the asteroid’s craters. Robbie found high ground, having learned its importance “from that Star Wars movie.” Fatlas tried to fly, but Thea’s little wings could not lift a metal body. His feet burned, and his pants, technically Thea’s pants now, became hot pants.

Knock First

The Arbiter snapped his fingers, and The Box of Chaos crashed into the lava like a meteor, blasting a column of pink and yellow fire into space. Atlas opened it and found the box’s shadowy, yellow-eyed resident. “I was in the middle of a nap. You gonna knock first or what?” Atlas shut the lid and knocked. He offered two severed Copycat tentacles, which the creature cooked in a full Monster Hunter World-style cooking montage (“Tastes like puppies. Delicious”). In return, Atlas got a small blue pill, his “boner medicine,” to keep him going “all night long” (the Grandmaster warned him that a deathmatch lasting longer than four hours was his problem). When the Grandmaster called it a suppository, Atlas pointed out he had no port back there either. Having no mouth, he let Thea swallow it for both of them. “I’m a real boy!” Then he picked up the whole box and hurled it at Copycat. “Atlas, initiate yeet protocol.” His parting advice was “Don’t forget to knock.”

Robbie talked the quaking Hunger back from its mother-induced shame (“Hey, that’s not your mom… Do you remember when she made lemon squares?”) and chose to let the pain drive him. He kicked the box open, traded a copy of Everybody Poops from his world, and received a ring that once belonged to the Arbiter himself, which made the wearer master of time and space for a moment. He tried to kick “Mom” in the leg and missed, then hurt himself, and finally landed a forbidden move he had learned in school: a kick right in the nuts. “Sorry for using bad language.”

Mom fought back by calling Robbie’s real mother “mom to mom,” but got only a dial tone. Her carrier, Eldridge T, had no service in this hell, and the Arbiter recommended Dread Fortress Mobile, for which Stuart could set her up. Robbie saw through the act anyway: “You wear an excellent mask, but it is a mask.” Copycat’s next disguise was the Box of Chaos itself, creature included, face to face with the original. “Hey, good looking, what’s cooking?” She slipped it a credit card that Thea had supposedly been given to buy the Grandmaster Taco Bell. The box was out of rings, so the Grandmaster threw in Doug’s collar. Copycat knocked, traded the collar back, and walked away with the Shield of the Golden King. She then became a single floating arm to wield it. It was the Arbiter’s right arm, and it barrelled into Atlas’s head.

Mateship

A second chaos event sent the Acolytes hurling junk into the arena: magnets, nacho plates, an Ethernet-cable lasso and whole anvils. Copycat hid behind her shield. Atlas pulled the magnets together and introduced Robbie to what he had learned on planet Australia, “the one thing greater than friendship.” A giant tanker ship called Mateship formed around Copycat’s shield-arm, which became its figurehead. Atlas threw everything he had into the attack and slammed the ship down on both rivals. Then he leapt after it on Thea’s newly huge electric fairy wings and drove it down again, burying that end of the arena under scrap. “Thank you for raising the bar, Atlas,” the Grandmaster said.

From under the wreckage, the Hunger peeled itself into an exoskeleton and lifted Robbie’s limp body. It skittered forward like a spider in a film reel with missing frames and coated Atlas in spores. Atlas ejected Thea out the back like an escape pod just before they struck. For the first time, Atlas felt cold air. A neural network spread across him, his systems flashed red, and he grew a mouth (and, yes, an exit port). He was now one with Robbie and the Hunger.

Black Hole

Robbie told Copycat that he considered them friends, that he would probably recycle her biomass so she could live again, and that the hosts “seem like they’re the real bad guys.” Still, rules were rules: “So I must consume you. But we are friends.” Exhausted, he missed every attack and was left barely standing.

Copycat flipped off the Arbiter and the Grandmaster, dropped her shield like a mic, and became a black hole. She poured the rest of her life into swallowing the entire arena, audience included. Goblins, chinchillas, Acolytes and their ashes all went in. Robbie and the Hunger “have seen the void before” and did not move.

“I will remain no one. But everyone, on my own terms.” (Copycat)

She collapsed into stardust.

The Unbreakable Redacted Friends

The Grandmaster landed on the empty arena floor, congratulated Robbie Clark and the Hunger, and clapped her two fallen champions back to life. Copycat returned as glittering stardust, and Atlas returned in his original, no-longer-Thea-ized form. She granted Robbie leadership. After a dark look at his hosts, he named the team the Unbreakable Redacted Friends, to be written on the stone itself as an official commissioned team of the arena.

Then two of the Hunger’s tendrils settled on his teammates’ shoulders, and Robbie whispered: “We’re going to take these motherfuckers down.” Copycat felt she had every right after being ripped apart and reassembled. Atlas’s eye display read: “New directive: take these motherfuckers down.” Unaware, the Grandmaster closed the night by praising the drive to push for power: “You will discover who you are and who your friends really are.”

Dried Blood

With the champions sent home, the hosts confirmed the Unbreakable Redacted Friends as the team’s official name. Teams B and C will not be told it in advance. The Arbiter also took a moment to address Stuart’s career ambitions: “Stuart, it’s never going to fucking happen.” A promotion was briefly offered in reply and immediately withdrawn.

Notable Moments

  • The Arbiter “fixed” Copycat’s worm problem by splitting her into individual atoms and reassembling her.
  • Atlas arrived knee-high and half-built, then fused with Thea into Fatlas.
  • Copycat impersonated the Hunger’s mother and grounded it for six centuries.
  • The Box of Chaos resident demanded that people knock and cooked a tentacle sashimi that “tastes like puppies.”
  • Atlas built a tanker ship called Mateship out of thrown magnets and dropped it on his teammates twice.
  • The newly named team secretly vowed to take down the Grandmaster and the Arbiter.

Memorable Quotes

  • Atlas: “It is a port. It is just not a butthole.”
  • Robbie Clark: “Man, I really thought that was going to work on you, but you should have seen season one.”
  • The Hunger: “The hunger is for friendship and biomass, which kind of is friendship but on the most intimate of scales.”
  • Copycat (as the Hunger’s mother): “What are you supposed to be? An overgrown can opener?”
  • Atlas: “The only thing this can opens is cans of whoop-ass.”
  • The Box of Chaos creature: “I was in the middle of a nap. You gonna knock first or what?”
  • The Arbiter: “I’m the master of time and space. You think I can’t control my own bowel?”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “Deathmatch is returning. I want it to be good… We are a supportive environment.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Robbie Clark and the Hunger (guest, “Cinder” inferred). Appears as a small boy in a baseball cap with a backpack. The backpack is the Hunger: a fleshy nest of fangs, jaws and tendrils “of the abyss and the shadow.” Robbie “is not a human child.”

  • They claim to have been “unified before the first waves crashed against the first beaches.” The Hunger “is for friendship and biomass.” They eat all biomass equally, puppies included.
  • They keep a sticker book collected “for eons,” stuck down with Gorilla glue.
  • Powers: regrows the backpack; turns pieces of itself into creatures (“Fetch”); a unified form where tendrils enter Robbie’s eyes and he floats, with “mouths for eyes”; friendship eldritch beams; spores that grow a neural network, feeling and a mouth in a target and make it an ally.
  • Family (per Copycat’s impersonation, unconfirmed): a mother who made lemon squares (Robbie confirms “that was real”), a father with “the Eldritch Belt,” and a brother who is a dimension conqueror and “an asshole” (said by the Hunger).
  • Item gained: the Arbiter’s ring.
  • Won; named leader of the Unbreakable Redacted Friends. He privately calls the Arbiter and Grandmaster “the real bad guys” and vows to take them down.

Atlas (guest). A robot/construct with a faceplate, huge electric fists and heavy boots. No mouth (until this fight) and no butthole: “it is a port.” He wears pants.

  • He arrived “not completely built”: just boots, head and tiny arms.
  • He combined with Thea as “Fatlas” (“Phatlas,” per Copycat).
  • Abilities: Unstoppable Surge, Immovable Force; “yeet protocol”; magnetic energy.
  • Says he learned about “Mateship” on planet Australia.
  • Item gained: the blue pill.
  • Converted by the Hunger’s spores: given feeling, a mouth and an exit port. Allied with Robbie. Revived in his original form.

Copycat (guest, “Kat” inferred; “she”). A shapeshifter who wears a paper bag. At the start she was stuck as Timothy, the mayor (a worm), until the Arbiter broke her into atoms and reassembled her.

  • Forms this episode: a chef; the Hunger’s mother; the Box of Chaos creature; the Arbiter’s floating right arm; a black hole.
  • Carrier: “Eldridge T” (in her mom persona).
  • Gave the box the Grandmaster’s/Thea’s credit card. Got Doug’s collar, then the Shield of the Golden King.
  • Died by imploding as a black hole; reborn as glittery stardust. Motto: “I will remain no one. But everyone, on my own terms.”

Thea (Caustic Phoenix). Flying (winged) helper at the Dread Fortress who eats goldfish.

  • Forgot to send the invitations.
  • Served as Atlas’s backpack, then his core (“Fatlas”). Swallowed the blue pill for him and was ejected as an escape pod.
  • Had a card for buying the Grandmaster Taco Bell (per Copycat).

The Arbiter (Mudcat).

  • Fixes Copycat by atomizing her. Doesn’t believe in therapy (“hard sciences”).
  • Slapped by the Grandmaster.
  • Has a sponsor for his betting; bet on Copycat. Wears handcrafted Italian leather shoes. Ate chili fries.
  • “Master of time and space.”
  • Nearly said “I should have let the Shadow King just…”
  • Summons the Box of Chaos. A ring of his came out of the box.
  • Says Dread Fortress Mobile gives him five bars.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • “Deathmatch is returning.” Calls the arena “a supportive environment.” Has torn champions apart “hundreds of times.”
  • Wants Team A’s leader to champion “perhaps my greatest armies… to defend the Void.”
  • Bet on Robbie. Protects Doug from the Hunger and gave away Doug’s collar.
  • Revived Copycat and Atlas, and commissioned the team.

The Box of Chaos creature (Mudcat). A shadowy figure with claws and yellow eyes. Wants people to knock, naps, and says he “doesn’t get paid enough.” Cooks traded tentacles as sashimi (“tastes like puppies”). Took the credit card. Says the box has been “working forever now.”

Doug the pug. The Grandmaster’s pug; he rolls dice. His collar grants pug swiftness.

Stuart. Blamed for Foundry/IT problems. Can set people up with Dread Fortress Mobile. Practices magic tricks in the courtyard. Is denied a promotion (Dried Blood).

Dr. Octor. A specialist who “takes too long.”

Timothy, the mayor. The worm form Copycat was stuck in.

Acolytes named: Commodore, Cassander, “Build up” (blasted by Atlas); Family IT Dude, Gator, Lux, Christina (squashed); Scrib (in a blue slushy); Rikon (magnets); Kristen (consumed). All names uncertain.

Places

  • The Dread Fortress (prep room, concession stands, courtyard).
  • The Ether Drifts arena: an asteroid by a gaseous planet (“somewhat inhabited”), with low gravity and a floating grandstand.
  • The VIP “splash zone” front-row stands.
  • “Planet Australia” (Atlas).
  • Robbie’s “world,” where Everybody Poops comes from.

Items

  • Box of Chaos. Lands like a meteor with a pink and yellow fire column. A second trade costs fatigue.
  • Blue pill: raises the fatigue limit.
  • The Arbiter’s ring: master of time and space for one round; attacks against the wearer have disadvantage. There’s only one.
  • Doug’s collar: advantage on mettle saves.
  • Shield of the Golden King: +1 mettle and health; shatters on a natural 1 defense.
  • Other: the Robbie/Hunger sticker book; Candyland gummy dots (banned); Everybody Poops; the Michelangelo sticker; the Mateship tanker; the Grandmaster’s/Thea’s credit card.
  • Concessions: blue slushies, hot dogs, plizzies, nachos, Double Sun Cola, Mang Cola.

Lore statements

  • Team A = the Unbreakable Redacted Friends, an official commissioned team of the arena. Its name is written “on the stone itself,” and it will be sent on missions.
  • Teams are framed as possible leaders of the Grandmaster’s armies “as we continue to defend the Void.”
  • Champions are revived after the Deathmatch (Thea and the Grandmaster).
  • The Arbiter’s line about the Shadow King (1:03:35) is cut off unexplained. The blurb says the Shadow King is “scattered but alive.”

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