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Season 7 opened on a blood-soaked castle rampart under a giant full moon, where DeeDrah, a woman with one name and two blades, fought Andy Gammage, the Gazpacho Man and self-proclaimed Intercontinental Cold Soups Champion. It was a brawl of steel chairs, barbed-wire noogies and a man who swallowed a beam of magic in two gulps. In the end, the life-or-death question came down to the deadliest game in the world: rock, paper, scissors.

The Story

The Season of Vigilance

The season began in The Dread Fortress with the Arbiter asking the Grandmaster to keep talking, because Stuart, the IT guy, was “screwing up in the background again.” She was happy to oblige. She declared a season of Vigilance and warned that “Things are changing in the Void and danger is edging along.” Then she caught herself: “I shouldn’t have said edging, that sounded sexual.” The champions had been brought back “so that way we may be united as a community, that we remember who we are. These fights aren’t just for show.” A moment later she admitted they were very much for show.

She welcomed the Acolytes. First-timers were encouraged to bring their grandmas and throw them into the arena as fodder, shouting their names so they would make the credits. A blue slushie machine and Double Sun Cola waited at the break. When she called herself “the most amazing and generous Grandmaster,” the Arbiter hedged. She listed people who would agree with her, including Grandma Naomi, Linda (“Nobody likes Linda, though”) and Edna. He told her she did “fine around here,” but “let’s not blow it out of proportion.”

Then came an awkward question: had he forgotten the champions again? The Arbiter explained that he was “now upper management” and had delegated that job to Thea. Thea was nowhere to be found in the empty halls. All he remembered was that she had been working on “a craft… a project… Deadline.” Hoping for the best, he smacked his hands together. A portal tore open in time and space, and the champions stepped through.

Two Champions, Too Many Names

DeeDrah spoke plainly: “Grandmaster. I am Deidra. I am here to fight for you.” Asked whether she was experienced, she said only “Yeah.” That satisfied the Grandmaster, who put her money on DeeDrah before the second champion had said a word.

That second champion had plenty of words. “My name’s Andrew. My friends can call me Andy. Andy Gammage! Gazpacho Man! Intercontinental Cold Soups Champion.” He had come “to win back my full mortality so I can take on Mean Gene for that world title.” The Grandmaster found all those names greedy and preferred DeeDrah’s single one, “Just like Cher… Easy to chant.” The Arbiter thought Andy was “desperate for friendship,” but he warmed to him quickly.

The Grandmaster wanted the fight somewhere Thea couldn’t get to, so she said, “Take us to the castle.” The Arbiter flared his white, glowing wings in ripples of time and space. No portal opened. The world simply blended “kind of like the Scooby-Doo ending,” and they stood atop the rampart of a dreary, dread castle. Bodies, halberds and swords lay strewn about, and screams, gnashing of teeth and wailing rose in the background. “It is cold, it is desolate, and it is begging to be destroyed by our champions,” the Grandmaster said. “Make this your stage.”

Chairs, Children and Skin Pockets

Andy struck first. With a heavy heart he produced a steel chair, pulling it from his elbow crease “like a clown’s pocket.” When someone called him a magician, he explained: “You don’t earn money doing cold soup shows. You gotta earn on the side.” The chair landed with “a beautiful smash sound,” and he followed it with a shove and a charge. “This may be cold soup, but things are getting hot,” the Grandmaster observed, and she awarded herself a point for the line. The Acolytes pelted Andy with blue slushies, and he guzzled one: “It’s no gazpacho, but it’ll do.”

DeeDrah answered with a short sword in one hand and a sickle in the other. The sword struck home, but Andy threw her off the sickle swing with a few cutting words “from my bard side”: “Not today, little lady. I got soups to make.” She slashed him hard enough to throw off his next attack (“slow that shit down”) and laid a curse on him for good measure. The Arbiter announced he was pulling for Andy, because “a man who’s, you know, confident enough to give himself several nicknames… screams winner.”

The first bout of chaos came from the stands. A crowd of children, about five to 12 years old, began cheering in the form of insults (“Oh, your eyebrows! One’s bigger than the other!”). Neither champion could ignore them. Andy took it worst: “Cold soup sucks! Hot soup’s better!” Hidden among the children was a tiny pink imp, Thea, whose laser-beam eyes made every insult sting. Asked where she had been, she offered a spoken report, since, as the Arbiter admitted, “I haven’t taught her to write.” She had counted “1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 9, 12, 14, 82 stairs, I think.” Then she had passed through doors shaped like a U, an I, an O and another I, and found the bathroom, “which was really nice, but I didn’t need to be there yet.”

The insult had wounded Andy deeply. “I am sensitive about the number of toes I have. It’s not my fault. It was a cold soup accident.” He flew into a rage, red up to the forehead with steam shooting from his ears. DeeDrah called this “inconsistent.” Andy grabbed her in a headlock and reached into another bicep for a two-by-four wrapped in barbed wire. The Arbiter finally understood: “This whole time he’s had skin pockets.” When the Grandmaster asked when Andy had last showered, he answered, “Well, I’ve been dead for 20 years, so probably 30 years.” DeeDrah, who likes “stinky things,” was unbothered by the smell. What followed was a perfect strike, and “the worst noogie of your life,” the barbed wire raking back and forth through her hair.

That was a mistake. “Nobody touches my hair.” Still trapped in his grip, DeeDrah threw up a hand and blasted sparkly magic straight up his nostrils. “I see the turntables have turntabled,” Andy said, adding, “You think that’s the worst thing I’ve snorted?” When her second blast came, he opened his mouth, rolled his eyes back and swallowed it, in two gulps. The Acolytes went wild. The Grandmaster called it a first in the arena, and the swallowed magic healed him. DeeDrah wriggled free: “I am free from your grip, and you still had to eat magic.”

Bulls, Wings and a Chinchilla

The moon dimmed and the stone floor turned sticky. Each champion found an open PBR in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other, with a mechanical bull rising beneath them. “Roll to yee-haw, motherfuckers,” the Grandmaster commanded. DeeDrah was a pro and had already named her bull Edward (“We’re buddies”). Andy surfed his bull’s back with gyrating hips and described his skill set as “Throating magic and frustrating folks.”

When Andy grabbed for her again, DeeDrah dove under him (“I’m a slippery little fucker”). She pulled shadows around her arm that hugged tighter whenever anyone pulled against them. “Don’t you fuck with hugs,” Andy protested. “That’s all I’m trying to do.” He seized her anyway, unleashed his heavenly aura, sprouted great golden wings and carried her a hundred feet up, a silhouette against the moon. “Look kid, I really like you, but I gotta get to the gazpacho king status. I’ll see you at the bottom.” He let go. DeeDrah spread wings of her own and flew back down: “Come and get me, fucker!” When the Arbiter noted the problem with both champions having wings, she shot back, “Everyone has wings!”

The third chaos event was small and pitter-pattering: a tiny, sad-eyed chinchilla begging for warmth, whose icy touch made it a “Chin Killer.” DeeDrah warned it off (“I’m cute too”), and it bonded to her. Andy declined a chinchilla of his own: “My autistic focus right now is on sea lions.” The Grandmaster nearly choked on her water and promised to find him one over the break.

Partners?

After the break, neither host had approved the commercial Thea had somehow made and edited herself. Asked who taught her, Thea hopped up the steps, farting with every one, and refused to answer. The Arbiter insisted “We’re a team now. We’re partners now,” and added, “I mean, I kind of saved your life.” He had once died stepping in front of the Shadow King’s attack on Doug. The Grandmaster was unmoved:

Grandmaster: “I am the Grandmaster. There’s no Grandmaster and Arbiter. There’s the Grandmaster and then the Arbiter.”

She then confessed that, though “eons of ages old,” she had never had gazpacho, and that she might have her first cup if Andy won. Andy offered the Arbiter some baffling advice about abstinence and filling his cup of soup. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re trying to say to me, but I like it,” the Arbiter replied. “You can stay.” Hovering like Piccolo, Andy declared himself reformed: “He used to be bad, then he gave birth to himself, now he’s good… Just like the gazpacho man.” Then he went supersonic and hit her with the steel chair. The Acolytes, furious about the hair, rioted in DeeDrah’s honor and chanted her name. She answered with a devastating sickle blow.

What’s in the Box?

The Arbiter brought out Gerald. A yellow and purple box shot down from the heavens, its lid throwing up a heatless column of magical fire, and a shadowy figure with black, tendrilly fingers crept out. Andy swallowed the fingers. “Get the fuck off my fingers, guy,” Gerald complained, and he wanted to know where HR was. Each champion could sacrifice something for a prize. Ready to leave his past behind, Andy dropped in his Intercontinental Championship belt. “I got a lot of shit, but not a championship belt,” said Gerald. “This is fucking sweet.” In return he floated Andy a sleeveless denim jacket of ethereal leather and chain, and the Acolytes immediately ripped the sleeves off their own jackets to match. “Gotta abolish that sleevery,” Andy said.

Things went downhill from there. The chair dented its own seat on DeeDrah. On Andy’s next swing it unfolded, bounced off the ground and went “straight for the taint”: his own. He tried to save face with finger guns and a little gazpacho dance. DeeDrah answered his “stupid fingers” with a burst of hellfire. He shrugged off half of it: being a gazpacho chef made him resistant to fire, and so did the fact that he was known “in some of the clubs around LA as what they call a bear.” The chinchilla, it turned out, had been riding the end of DeeDrah’s blade the whole time and taking a bite with every hit. A whisper reached her ear: “Chinchilla Crew.”

Andy pulled a maul from his vest, then went back to his trusty, dented chair (“Crank that Superman”), which hit hard and then missed. “Maybe you should just sit in chairs from now on instead of swing them,” DeeDrah suggested. With nothing else to offer the box, she asked her chinchilla to “take one for the team,” and it popped in. Gerald was delighted, because he “needed one more to finish my boots.” After a long pause (the Grandmaster joked he was learning to read), he handed her “this piece of junk I’ve had laying around,” a Dragon Slayer. The Grandmaster renamed it on the spot: “It’s a bear slayer.” At first it felt far too heavy. “I bet the sword’s not that heavy,” Andy said, “but the weight of your conscience is on it.” DeeDrah fired back, “And your soup is gonna taste like guilt,” and the bear slayer bit deep.

Rock, Paper, Scissors

Both champions were nearly spent. Andy, exhausted, landed a punch and grabbed DeeDrah once more, then swung his soup ladle in a great uppercut and missed. The stands erupted, with Acolytes trampling and stabbing one another with broken bottles. Their frenzy called up a final chaos event: “the most deadliest game in the world and it is rock, paper, scissors.” The winner would live and the loser would die.

DeeDrah threw paper. Andy threw scissors. “Look kid, you put up a good fight,” he told her, imagining a world where they might have been tag team champions. “But my Miss Elizabeth is waiting for me.” He drove the handle of his ladle through her eye and down to the ground. The Grandmaster poured her bowl of gazpacho over the body, and it kept pouring, an unending fountain: “May you be remembered well and swim in the bowl that never ends.” Her vast, glittering wings spread in the moonlight as she raised Andy’s hand. He vowed to face Mean Gene, “my best friend who stabbed me in the back, literally, and killed me over the gazpacho pot,” and to make Miss Elizabeth a queen. The Arbiter’s bet paid off.

Grandmaster: “This night, you have witnessed glory. You have witnessed good soup.”

Dried Blood

Afterward, Andy told DeeDrah, “You can call me Andrew because you’re not a person anymore.” DeeDrah insisted the chinchilla had volunteered, and the Grandmaster confirmed it was “a volunteer jump.” The Arbiter warned that the chinchillas are unionized and would make trouble for the rest of the season. He also confirmed that Gerald’s chinchilla boots were now finished. The Grandmaster added that chinchillas in the Void are immune to magic, and that you can throw them. Andy revealed that Gerald’s fingers taste like black licorice. The Grandmaster offered to record “Kurumi,” Andy’s nickname for DeeDrah, in her eulogy notes. When asked about next of kin, DeeDrah said to notify the Sanrio company, since she is a loner.

Notable Moments

  • Andy swallowed a beam of DeeDrah’s magic in two gulps, which the Grandmaster called a first in the arena.
  • The Arbiter realized Andy had been pulling a steel chair and a barbed-wire two-by-four out of “skin pockets.”
  • Andy carried DeeDrah a hundred feet into the sky and dropped her, only for her to sprout wings and fly right back.
  • The Acolytes ripped off their sleeves in solidarity with Andy’s new sleeveless jean jacket.
  • DeeDrah sacrificed her loyal chinchilla so Gerald could finish his boots, and got a “bear slayer” in return.
  • The match was decided by rock, paper, scissors, and ended with a soup ladle through the eye.

Memorable Quotes

  • Andy Gammage: “I am sensitive about the number of toes I have. It’s not my fault. It was a cold soup accident.”
  • Andy Gammage: “Well, I’ve been dead for 20 years, so probably 30 years.”
  • DeeDrah: “Nobody touches my hair.”
  • Andy Gammage: “I see the turntables have turntabled.”
  • DeeDrah: “Maybe you should just sit in chairs from now on instead of swing them.”
  • Gerald: “I got a lot of shit, but not a championship belt. This is fucking sweet.”
  • Andy Gammage: “I bet the sword’s not that heavy, but the weight of your conscience is on it.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “May you be remembered well and swim in the bowl that never ends.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Andy Gammage, “Gazpacho Man” (Jay Foster). Also answers to Andrew and Andy.

  • Who he is:
    • Intercontinental Cold Soups Champion.
    • Has been dead for 20 years, killed by Mean Gene, his best friend, who literally stabbed him in the back over the gazpacho pot. He fights to win back his full mortality, take on Mean Gene for the world title and become the Gazpacho King.
    • Wants to make his Miss Elizabeth “Queen Elizabeth.”
  • Body and habits:
    • Missing toes from “a cold soup accident.” Sensitive about it.
    • Has skin pockets in his biceps, elbow crease and vest.
    • Hasn’t showered in “probably 30 years”; calls the stink his “heavenly aura.”
    • Trains and makes soup in “the danger room.” Hates hot soup. Catchphrase “Oh yeah.”
  • Powers:
    • Rage (red face, steam from the ears). Known “in some of the clubs around LA” as a bear, so he resists fire while raging.
    • Cutting Words “from my bard side.” Swallow Magic (ate an Eldritch Blast in two gulps; called a first in the arena).
    • A heavenly aura with big golden wings. Finger guns.
  • Weapons and gear: steel chair (now dented), barbed-wire two-by-four, maul, soup ladle.
  • This episode:
    • Sacrificed his Intercontinental Championship belt to the Box of Chaos for the sleeveless denim jean jacket (+3 AC).
    • Swallowed Gerald’s fingers. Hit himself in the taint with his own chair.
    • The Arbiter likes him (“You can stay”).
    • Won.

DeeDrah (MrsBettierage). Goes by one name, “Just like Cher.” Called “Kurumi” by Jay.

  • Fighting style and powers:
    • Short sword and sickle. Pact of the Blade warlock: Eldritch Blast, hex, shadow armor, Hellish Rebuke.
    • Slasher feat. Resistant to radiant damage. Celestial Revelation wings.
  • This episode:
    • “Nobody touches my hair.” Her hair was wrecked by the barbed-wire noogie.
    • Expert on the mechanical bull, whom she named Edward.
    • Bonded with the chinchilla (“Chinchilla Crew”), then sacrificed it to the Box of Chaos for the Dragon Slayer (“bear slayer”), made into her pact scimitar.
    • Killed by a ladle through the eye after losing rock-paper-scissors.
    • A loner. The GM bet on her.

The Arbiter (Mudcat).

  • Now “upper management.” Delegated finding champions to Thea, and gives Thea her performance reviews.
  • Claims “We’re partners now” and “I kind of saved your life.” He hasn’t taught Thea to write.
  • Traveled to the arena by flaring his white glowing wings in ripples of time and space.
  • Bet on Andy.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • Opens the “season of Vigilance”: danger approaches the Void.
  • “There’s the Grandmaster and then the Arbiter.”
  • “Eons of ages old,” never had gazpacho; may have her first cup if Andy wins.
  • Hosts “The Price is Kinda Right” (in the break; not logged). Has vast, colorful wings.
  • Poured an unending bowl of gazpacho over DeeDrah’s body.

Thea (Caustic Phoenix). A tiny pink imp.

  • Was supposed to find the champions; was off on “a craft… project.” Can’t write.
  • Heckled Andy from among the insulting children.
  • Gave a spoken report of counting stairs and finding the bathroom through U-I-O-I doors.
  • Made her own unapproved “Thea Teaches” commercial; refused to explain it, hopping up the steps farting.

Gerald / the Box of Chaos (Mudcat).

  • A yellow and purple box. Its lid beams heatless magical fire hundreds of feet up, and a shadowy figure with black tendrilly fingers comes out.
  • His fingers taste like black licorice (Dried Blood).
  • Kept the championship belt. Used the chinchilla to finish his chinchilla boots.
  • Asked “Where’s HR?” Gave away the Dragon Slayer as “junk.”

The chinchilla.

  • A tiny, icy “Chin Killer” chinchilla. It bonded to DeeDrah, rode her blade biting on each hit (“Chinchilla Crew”), and volunteered into the Box of Chaos.
  • Chinchillas in the Void are immune to magic and throwable; they are unionized (Dried Blood).

Stuart / Stewart. The arena’s IT, who “gets everything wrong.”

Mean Gene. Andy’s former best friend and killer; world-title holder (inferred from “take on Mean Gene for that world title”).

Miss Elizabeth. Andy’s beloved, waiting for him.

Named Acolytes / people: Grandma Naomi, Linda, Edna, Anna Vortaria; “Great to Be a Gator” (threw Andy a slushie); the insulting children.

Places

  • The Dread Fortress. Its empty halls; stairs and a bathroom per Thea.
  • “The castle”: a dreary dread castle rampart under a giant full moon, blood-soaked, with bodies and weapons strewn about. Chosen so Thea couldn’t reach it.
  • The western bar conjured by the chaos event: sticky floor, mechanical bulls.
  • Andy’s soup “danger room.”
  • “Clubs around LA” (real-world joke).

Items

  • Andy’s Intercontinental (Cold Soups) Championship belt, now in the Box of Chaos.
  • Sleeveless denim jean jacket (+3 AC; ethereal leather-and-chain structure). The Acolytes copied the look.
  • Dragon Slayer (“bear slayer”), now DeeDrah’s pact scimitar.
  • Gerald’s chinchilla boots (finished).
  • Andy’s steel chair (dented seat), barbed-wire 2×4, maul, ladle.
  • PBR and cigarette (chaos event).
  • Blue slushies (adrenaline) and Double Sun Cola.
  • The GM’s unending bowl of gazpacho.

Lore statements

  • Season 7 is the “season of Vigilance”: things are changing in the Void and danger is approaching. The fights unite the community “so that we remember who we are.”
  • The Arbiter is now “upper management,” with Thea as his delegate.
  • Chinchillas of the Void: immune to magic, throwable, unionized (Dried Blood).
  • The mega chaotic event: rock-paper-scissors decides life and death.

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