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A towering, money-spewing Warforged named Big Business and a gnarled old swamp turtle called Bog Boy brought a long-simmering feud to a snowy mountaintop graveyard. They were fighting over a swamp, a failed oil tree and a catfish named Clementine. What started as a brawl between capitalism and nature turned into a love triangle with Doug the Pug, a proposal with a nut for a ring, and a furious witch mother. By the end, the winner and the loser were stuck in the same body.

The Story

Spanish Lessons in the Throne Room

After an extended break, The Dread Fortress was open for business again. The Arbiter strolled its halls in his Italian leather boots. He passed the chinchilla room, where the chinchillas were locked in a training simulator, “X-Men style,” fighting each other. (“Don’t worry, they get a break. They are unionized.”) He checked the koi pond room and the brewery and found nobody, and Thea was nowhere to be found. At last he buzzed the intercom. A crackling voice answered: “In the throne room, where else would I be?”

He found the Grandmaster sprawled across her chair with a notepad, practising her Spanish conjugations of “to kill.” “We should be going international,” she explained. She wanted her victims to understand every insult she hurled at them, because “it’s not an accidental death.” The Arbiter approved, since he does “a lot of monologuing” himself. When she asked whether he’d brought anyone to murder, he reminded her: “That’s Thea’s job now. I’ve delegated as management.” The Grandmaster had assumed that arrangement was pretend, because “Thea is a potato of a brain.”

The talk turned to a video Thea had made that “talks poorly about Claude.” The Grandmaster hadn’t known Claude worked there at all. “He’s just the janitor,” she said. “He has no magical powers as I’m aware of. Have we had him take the magic test?” The Arbiter didn’t see why they would, but she added it to the list for after the Deathmatch. She also admitted that they call them champions because “they’re less likely to say yes if we just call them murderers.”

Two Old Enemies

The Arbiter clapped, and the sound broke through the portal. Big Business rose from his chair in the lobby, plumes of steam billowing from his base. He stood somewhere between 6’7” and 7’9”, though nobody could tell through the steam, “but he big and you know he mean business.” “Big is my business, and business is big,” he announced. “Who do you want me to fight?”

The answer rose out of the reeds in the corner. Bog Boy was a gnarled old snapping turtle whose spiked, spray-painted shell was stuffed with refuse, fishing line and net. He wore an apron made from an old band shirt, his clothes dripped moss, and bugs flew around him. He clutched a tin bucket. “It’s me, Bog Boy, Freak of the Creek, and no one touches Clementine.” A big catfish splashed out of the bucket. He pointed a curled digit at his rival: “You know what you did.”

Big Business: “You know what they say, one bog down, one more shopping mall up.”

“That’s not what they say, actually,” said the Grandmaster. When Bog Boy held Clementine up and asked whether she wasn’t beautiful, the Grandmaster sided with Big Business on that one and asked the Arbiter to get them out “before Freak of the Creek stinks up the rest of my throne room.” Hoping the cold would cut the stench, the Arbiter ripped a portal onto a snowy mountaintop strewn with the bones, armor and swords of old warriors. “Many dead bodies have died here,” he observed. The Grandmaster set the terms: “The two of you have a grudge and it is going to be a death grudge.” Then she flew up through the clouds to a ring of Acolytes clutching blue slushies and took her royal seat.

Turtle Power

Bog Boy moved first. He sharpened his beak on a skeleton’s bone (“That’s what I’m going to do to you, big business”), set Clementine down gently in the snow, and even lit her a little fire. Then he went for one of Big Business’s shovel-like scoop hands. It was the one that had smacked him “way back when, when he was just a little turtle in the woods.” Signs went up in the stands: “Save the turtles!” (“And the frogs,” Bog Boy added.)

Big Business flung him off with a sneer, “You haven’t grown up a day.” Bog Boy’s answering flurry slammed uselessly into a clear-coat shield. Meanwhile the arena’s broadcast was struggling, and the Grandmaster ordered everyone down to 720p because the violence was “too much for 1080.” She called for Stuart to refresh.

Then Big Business got serious. His core charged bright green, his cannons showered the crowd with gold coins, and he folded himself into a giant bulldozer (“Transformers, the most capitalism-based robots ever”). His charge landed hard, but Bog Boy caught the blow, bit onto a shovel and twisted the arm back around. Big Business was distracted by Clementine leaping in her bucket, all “beautiful scales” and whiskers in the cold sunlight, and Bog Boy drove the shovel into Big Business’s own gut. “I have some bets I need to go change real quick,” said the Arbiter.

The crowd loved Big Business anyway and roared him a second wind. Slushies flew everywhere. His next charge, “We’re going to pave you into a parking lot,” missed completely. The Grandmaster had “never been so hyped up and then so disappointed.” Between blows the history came out. Big Business claimed the swamp as his land and wanted his “fish wife” back. Bog Boy countered that he had squatter’s rights and that Clementine had left Big Business. And no, she wasn’t a mermaid: Clementine was “just a catfish. Bottom feeder.”

Bull Rides and Oil Trees

The first chaos event lit the mountain orange. The ground turned sticky, the air smelled of PBR and cigarettes (“Hell yeah,” said Bog Boy), and a giant mechanical bull burst up beneath both champions. Bog Boy had never seen a bull, “only an upturned firebird,” and he was thrown at once. Big Business simply wired himself into the machine. Apparently he used to hang out with a man named Mandroid who “knew how to connect the machines.” “I think I’m just not going to think too hard about it,” said the Arbiter.

Bog Boy, who now introduced himself as “Chico del Panto,” handed Clementine up to the Grandmaster for safekeeping. The Grandmaster reeled her pail up beside her seat. Then he brought up the oil. “Remember that time when you took all that oil and you poured it all through the swamp. The only thing that it did is it made me slicker.” He zigzagged across the snow, his shell glowing radioactive, and blasted Big Business with lightning. Big Business defended himself: “I was trying to grow an oil tree… You plant the oil, then you come back and you got an oil tree.”

Bog Boy vanished into the lightning-blasted snow. The last anyone saw was a turtle leg far away, “just straight running.” He tucked himself into a snowy rock outcrop “like Frodo and Sam,” and his rival’s head scanners failed to find him. It didn’t matter. Fuelled by a slushy an Acolyte lobbed into his chest receptacle, Big Business healed in a burst of steam and cash, and his leg spun up all sevens like a slot machine. He piston-punched the earth and sent an earthquake straight at the hiding place. “That’s what you get for not having a decent portfolio, son.” A rock fell from the mountain onto Bog Boy’s shell.

The Real Freak of the Creek

Bog Boy crawled out with radioactive ooze on his lips and his beloved Rammstein shirt in tatters. He wiped the blood away anime-style: “Now you just unlocked the real freak of the creek.” He latched onto Big Business’s chest “like a little toddler backpack.” Big Business answered by spinning up his turbines and blasting cash into the turtle’s face, while an internal stock ticker never stopped printing money. Bog Boy swung through the flying bills (his first blow went wide, “just punching George Washington in the face,” as the Arbiter put it) with a manic grin, chanting: “Everyone’s going to be frogs.”

“Grandmaster, what the fuck does that mean?” asked the Arbiter. “Are we sure that he’s not Thea?” Big Business blessed himself and two Acolytes in the crowd, B-Town and Cookie Monster Steve. An Acolyte named Scrib screamed, “I don’t want to be a frog.” Big Business turned it into a campaign promise: “We’ve got to stop you from turning people into frogs. And in exchange, we’re going to build a shopping mall.” Bog Boy then dropped a revelation: “I used to be a four-year-old boy before I got turned into a toad.” Big Business confirmed it: “He was a human child. Then I put him in the oil tree.” The Grandmaster looked at poor Clementine and decided, “I need to go find Doug the Pug.”

Doug Steals the Show

She returned with a small wagon. On a plush purple pillow sat Doug, wearing a crown far too small for his head. “Doug’s ugly and he shouldn’t even be here,” said the Arbiter. The Grandmaster covered Doug’s ears and explained that he “doesn’t have bones today,” so he needed a front-row seat. “I saved his life once,” the Arbiter grumbled, and it was true: he had once stepped in front of The Shadow King’s attack on Doug. He produced an Italian leather ledger listing everyone he had ever saved and the favors they owed. Big Business liked him immediately and wanted to talk real estate.

Big Business vowed to plant oil trees across the whole hemisphere. The Arbiter shrugged that “The Void is a place of inclusivity” and wondered aloud whether the Void should have a bylaw on marriages to fish. “We may have stepped into some real swamp shit,” said the Grandmaster.

Back in the fight, Bog Boy hid in his shell, poked his head out (“Wait a second. I might have made a little mistake”), and then saw something worse than any blow. Clementine was sitting beside Doug, the two of them “talking,” and she was almost blushing. “That’s my wife, Doug.” Heartbroken, he missed his stunning strike, then rained blows on Big Business with tears in his eyes: “She was mine, big business.” Big Business promised to beat him “in front of your fish wife, and she’s going to get with that dog.” The Grandmaster objected: “Doug has no bones. No bones. Anywhere… He has been neutered.” (“I think you don’t understand how anatomy works,” said the Arbiter.) Big Business turned his scoops sideways into “the kill position.” A single floating dollar bill reminded him he was blessed, and he swung. As the glowing fist came down, Bog Boy tried to turn it back. Then he saw Doug whispering into Clementine’s ear, let it go “almost like a little bit of defeat,” and took it down his side. In the stands, Doug began sloppily licking the water in Clementine’s pail.

Rock, Paper, Steak

The Acolytes chanted for chaos. A giant rock, a pair of shiny metal scissors and “a beautiful paper plane” fell from the sky: it was rock, paper, scissors time. The stakes, the Grandmaster declared, were beef steaks. Inspired by the Arbiter, she made the prize healing instead of harm. The Arbiter was stunned that chaos events could ever help the champions. “I don’t advertise that for obvious reasons,” said the Grandmaster, and he quietly wrote her name in a book with “kill” scratched into its cover. “Whatever he’s writing, it does not matter,” she said. Big Business threw rock, won, and asked for money instead of meat. He got a raw steak from “the cows from right outside the fortress,” and it did not sit well with the slushies.

I Live for the Bog

Bog Boy whipped up a snowstorm he named Snowstorm August. It ripped across the flesh of the Acolytes, tearing their skin off and exposing the bone underneath, but Big Business’s “fresh undercoat” stopped it from freezing him. Bog Boy’s last flurry went badly, ending in a stumble. Up above, a shocked Clementine tipped right off the ledge. In a puff of snow, Bog Boy caught her: “I’m so sorry, baby.”

Big Business loomed over the pair and made an offer: become manager of the new shopping mall, or die. “It pays very little.” Bog Boy’s answer: “I live for the bog. I die for the bog. The freak of the creek.” He tossed Clementine into the crowd, where Scrib caught her, and lay splayed out “like a Braveheart, like freedom.” Big Business stomped twice. The second stomp landed, but somehow the turtle absorbed it and lived. “Staying alive,” marvelled the Arbiter. “Metal as fuck.”

The Final Blow

Exhaustion set in. Big Business admitted, “My only instinct is capitalism, Grandmaster.” As his boot glanced off the shell, Bog Boy shoved the leg aside and landed a straight punch. “Oh, my money port,” groaned Big Business. “Why does it sound dirty when you say it?” Then Bog Boy pushed the leg up and punched, boom, right into the groin. Coins clinked and money spun in Big Business’s eyes as he dropped to his knees. Then, “like one of those old robotic punching games,” Bog Boy struck without even looking, and that was enough. In slow motion Big Business saw Clementine in the Acolytes’ arms and thought of “all them poor little dollars he got at home waiting for him to return.” His eyes went to zeros. His head popped off, and his body clattered into a pile, “mere scraps now, perhaps to be sold and cycled back in.”

The Witch’s Price

The Grandmaster flew Clementine down to the victor. Bog Boy had learned his lesson: “Maybe the world doesn’t want to be frogs. Maybe the frog is inside here.” He meant his heart, not the actual croak coming from his shell. He picked up a nut that had fallen off Big Business and asked Clementine to marry him. Her mouth fell open in shock.

A screech came from above. In the stands, surrounded by hags, stood Griselda, the swamp witch, a foul, long-haired, swampy beast. Bog Boy had promised to help her turn everyone into frog people. “How dare you propose to my daughter!” she shrieked. The promise had been “the price for her fin,” and he had broken it. “You are not the half the man she needs.” She drew Clementine back toward her, the catfish thrashing as if she couldn’t breathe. “What could make me more?” Bog Boy asked.

Griselda’s eyes fell on the scrap pile. Green power flowed from her long-nailed fingers, and Big Business’s remains rose and fused into Bog Boy’s flesh one piece at a time. He grew taller and stronger, and a second voice spoke inside his head: “Tell you, bog boy, we ain’t done yet. You ready to do some business?” Bog Boy said no. The hag rose into the sky, and the night ended.

Dried Blood

At the table, both players confessed it was their first time in the arena, and the Arbiter called the result “sort of a double win, sort of a double loss.” Bog Boy’s player offered a fairy-tale moral, “Don’t make deals that you cannot fulfill… for me, I’m now half robot, half turtle,” and added that Big Business was “pretty lonely now that Clementine’s gone… this is a shell of him.” Big Business, ever the salesman, had one last piece of advice for the Acolytes: “Big business keep telling you to invest.”

Notable Moments

  • Bog Boy drove Big Business’s own shovel into his gut while Clementine’s whiskers distracted him.
  • Big Business wired himself into a mechanical bull “like USB,” while Bog Boy, who had only ever seen “an upturned firebird,” was thrown off at once.
  • Clementine flirted with Doug the Pug in the stands and broke Bog Boy’s heart, and then Doug licked the water in her pail.
  • The Grandmaster revealed that chaos events can help champions, and the Arbiter wrote her name in his “kill” book.
  • Bog Boy punched Big Business’s head clean off, then proposed to Clementine with one of his rival’s nuts.
  • Griselda fused the dead Warforged into the victorious turtle, leaving two old enemies in one body.

Memorable Quotes

  • Big Business: “Big is my business, and business is big. Who do you want me to fight?”
  • Bog Boy: “It’s me, Bog Boy, Freak of the Creek, and no one touches Clementine.”
  • Big Business: “I was trying to grow an oil tree.”
  • The Arbiter: “Are we sure that he’s not Thea?”
  • Bog Boy: “That’s my wife, Doug.”
  • The Grandmaster: “I’m going to make a movie of this, and Ewan McGregor is going to be in it.”
  • Bog Boy: “I live for the bog. I die for the bog. The freak of the creek.”
  • Griselda: “That was the price for her fin. You cannot have her. You are not the half the man she needs.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Big Business (Nate). A towering Warforged paladin, 6’7”–7’9”, wreathed in steam. He was killed and then fused into Bog Boy.

  • Body:
    • Shovel/scoop hands that combine into a bulldozer (a “Transformer”).
    • A core that glows bright green and goes “cha-ching.”
    • “Odor cannons” and turbines that spray gold coins and cash; exhaust pipes and slot-machine sevens on his leg.
    • A chest receptacle, head scanners, a clear-coat shield, and an internal stock ticker that prints money.
    • “Bleeds money,” “like a piñata”; a “money port.”
  • Gear and powers: maul, shield of cash, Lay on Hands, smites, Bless.
  • History and claims:
    • Claims the swamp as his land and wants to build a shopping mall on it.
    • Poured oil through the swamp “trying to grow an oil tree.”
    • Says he backhanded Bog Boy when Bog Boy was a little turtle, and “He was a human child. Then I put him in the oil tree.”
    • Clementine was his “fish wife” and left him.
    • Used to hang out with Mandroid, who connected machines and vending machines.
    • His only instinct is capitalism. He offered Bog Boy a low-paying mall manager job.
    • His last thoughts were of “all them poor little dollars he got at home.”
  • After death: Griselda integrated his scraps into Bog Boy, and his consciousness lives on inside him.

Bog Boy, the Freak of the Creek (Peter). A gnarled old snapping-turtle Tortle, a Way of the Elements monk.

  • Appearance: spiked, spray-painted shell full of refuse and fishing net; apron made from a Rammstein band shirt; moss and bugs.
  • Lore:
    • Calls himself “Chico del Panto” in Spanish.
    • Claims squatter’s rights on the swamp. Has never left the swamp or seen a bull, “only an upturned firebird.”
    • Loves the Lord of the Rings books. Sits “like Winnie the Pooh.”
    • Was a four-year-old human boy before he was turned into a turtle (“toad”); the player adds “a teenage mutant ninja turtle… in Florida.”
    • Promised the swamp witch Griselda to help turn everyone into frogs (fewer resources, “everybody gets smaller”), “the price for her [Clementine’s] fin.”
  • In this episode:
    • Won the Deathmatch.
    • Proposed to Clementine with a nut from Big Business.
    • Was fused with Big Business’s remains by Griselda, becoming taller and stronger with a second consciousness. “Now half robot, half turtle” (Dried Blood).

Clementine. A catfish (“just a catfish. Bottom feeder”) in a rusty tin bucket/pail.

  • Bog Boy’s beloved, and Big Business’s former “fish wife.” She doesn’t speak, except to Bog Boy.
  • Revealed as Griselda’s daughter.
  • She sat beside the Grandmaster and Doug, flirted with Doug, and Doug drank her pail water.
  • She fell and was caught by Bog Boy, was caught again by Scrib, and was held out by the GM for the proposal.

Griselda, the swamp witch (bog witch) (Caustic Phoenix). A foul, long-haired, swampy hag who arrives with other hags around her.

  • Clementine’s mother. Bog Boy promised to help her turn people into frog people.
  • She animated Big Business’s scrap and fused it into Bog Boy, then rose into the sky.

The Arbiter (Mudcat).

  • Italian leather boots. Monologues when he kills.
  • Has “delegated” champion-finding to Thea “as management.”
  • Says he once saved Doug’s life. Keeps an Italian leather ledger of everyone he has saved and the favors they owe. Wants a timeshare or vacation property.
  • Defends “the Void is a place of inclusivity.” Asks for a bylaw on fish marriages.
  • Wrote the Grandmaster’s name in a book with “kill” scratched on its cover.
  • Bets on the fight. Calls Doug ugly.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • Learning Spanish to “go international.”
  • Didn’t know Claude worked there.
  • Admits chaotic events can help champions and that she doesn’t advertise it.
  • Rescues and holds Clementine. Wants to make a movie starring Ewan McGregor. Bans an Acolyte over “olive oil trees.”

Thea. Not present on screen (outside the break). The Arbiter has made finding champions her job, and she made a video “last time” that talks poorly about Claude. The GM calls her “a potato of a brain.”

Claude. The Dread Fortress janitor. Thea may think he’s a wizard. He hasn’t taken “the magic test” (a follow-up item).

Doug the Pug. Rides in a wagon on a purple pillow, wearing a tiny crown.

  • “Doesn’t have bones today” / “has no bones… has been neutered.”
  • A “charmer” with Clementine. The Arbiter says he once saved Doug’s life.

Stuart. Told by the GM to “refresh” during the 720p gag.

Mandroid. Big Business’s old associate, who could connect machines.

Acolytes named: B-Town and Cookie Monster Steve (both blessed); Scrib (screamed “I don’t want to be a frog,” caught Clementine); Great to be Gator (gifted subs); “the IT dude”; Raiders (welcomed in).

The chinchillas. Trained in the chinchilla room’s simulator. Unionized.

Places

  • Dread Fortress:
    • halls, the chinchilla room, the koi pond room, the brewery, an intercom;
    • the throne room;
    • a lobby where champions wait;
    • cows “right outside the fortress.”
  • The snowy mountaintop arena: a graveyard of old warriors’ bones, armor and swords, with snow-covered rock outcrops.
  • The floating grandstands in the clouds.
  • Bog Boy’s swamp, which Big Business oiled and wants for a mall.

Items

  • The Arbiter’s ledger and his “kill” book.
  • Clementine’s pail.
  • Blue slushies.
  • The giant rock, scissors and paper plane.
  • The mechanical bull.
  • The steak (10 HP).
  • The nut used as an engagement ring.

Lore statements

  • Clementine’s fin had a “price”: Bog Boy’s promise to make everyone frogs.
  • Warforged “bleed money” (Big Business, at least).
  • Acolytes can be blessed by champions and can shift fatigue between them (mechanics framed as crowd favour).
  • Mechanics note: adrenaline, fatigue, heroic surges and glancing blows, alongside 2024 monk features; Nate calls them “chaos classes.” This points to the Champions of Chaos system. Mechanics only.

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