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Akumu, a half-elf paladin who believes her blood is half vodka, faced Jinx, a gamer girl in a unicorn onesie who thought the whole thing was a stream, on a lonely orange asteroid in deep space. Neither had ever heard of The Dread Fortress, and both treated the Deathmatch with a magnificent lack of seriousness. Along the way two chinchillas were kicked into the sun, a grandmother was poured down the Box of Chaos’s throat, and one of those chinchillas came back as something very like a wizard.

The Story

Trouble in the Basement

The night began in the deep halls of the Dread Fortress, where the Arbiter’s Italian leather boots clacked toward a small, humid closet full of screens. Inside sat Stuart, the Fortress’s tech support. The Arbiter told him the last few Deathmatches had looked and sounded strange, that the Acolytes “weren’t having it,” and that if things didn’t improve, “we might be looking to make some cuts around here again.”

Then the Grandmaster’s voice came bellowing through the basement, her wings flared and her heels clacking as she hunted for him. The Arbiter switched at once to talk of teamwork and giving Stuart “any resource that he needs.” The Grandmaster had her own priority. Stuart had paid time off to use up: “We don’t have any PTO to go to waste at this company.” The Arbiter told Stuart to take as much time off as he liked, ripped a portal to the throne room, and left him behind.

Upstairs, he announced that he had “got Thea on board” and “whipped her into a shape,” and that there were finally champions tonight. Thea had even sent the Grandmaster a little profile of each one. The Grandmaster was confident there would be “a lot of blood.”

Two Strangers to the Void

Akumu stepped through the portal first. “Hi, my name’s Akumu. I fell asleep in a ditch, and now I’m here, and I’m really confused about it.” When the Grandmaster offered water, Akumu asked whether it had vodka in it. The Arbiter produced a full goblet of vodka, the same one Thea had tasted earlier. Akumu couldn’t tell good vodka from bad and declared it “potato water.”

Jinx arrived in a unicorn onesie, LED gamer headphones with little cat ears, and blue pigtails, still talking to an invisible chat. She apologized for interrupting, explaining that she’d been playing Underview and was “like top ranked plat.” The Grandmaster noted with some dismay that apparently none of the champions knew about the Dread Fortress. That led to an awkward discovery: the Fortress has no marketing person. The Arbiter grumbled that the Grandmaster had cut back the taxes he levied and spent the money on a foam pit for the goblins. Worse, he’d had land and plans for that land. The Grandmaster shut the topic down: “What is this? Some Hinge profile?” The Arbiter answered, “If you don’t own any land, who wants to date you?”

There would be no fighting in the throne room. The Grandmaster had promised the chinchillas no blood indoors after last time, when it took forever to get out of their fur. The Arbiter added that new union rules meant they no longer cleaned up biohazards. So the Arbiter flared his glowing white wings and reality shifted into the depths of space: a large planet behind them, asteroids strewn about, and the champions standing on an orange rock littered with rubble, the bones of champions long gone, “maybe a few worms as well.” Above them, maybe millions of Acolytes in the floating grandstands were already throwing blue slushies and ripping their shirts off.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “Oh champions, in space, everyone will be able to hear you scream.”

Blood, Vodka and a Rat

Jinx struck first. She summoned an echo of herself behind Akumu, a shadowy copy that came out “rat adjacent,” and the Grandmaster promptly named it “the Jinx rat.” Jinx’s scimitars raked Akumu’s chest and the echo cut across her back. Then Jinx saw real blood and was horrified: “Oh, oh, oh… I’m sorry, my apologies.” The Grandmaster pounded her armrests: “Jinx! Don’t you apologize! What you did was phenomenal! Do it again!” Jinx replied that the Grandmaster’s wings were very pretty.

Akumu was unbothered. “It’s a good thing I’m so drunk… my blood is half vodka.” She swore a holy vow against Jinx. Since the two were the same height, she also put a hand on Jinx’s head and held her at arm’s length. Akumu had forgotten to bring weapons, so Thea, a small pink imp, came sprinting across the asteroid shouting “I got your weapons!”, tripped, and sent them flying. Akumu caught them (“I’m so good at catching things”) and brought her greatsword down twice in what she called “Drunken Sword style.”

The roaring crowd granted Jinx a surge of power, the Arbiter’s license to “break the rules.” Akumu offered her some vodka. Jinx refused, because you can’t drink on stream and she didn’t want to break TOS. When the Grandmaster offered her a mocktail instead, Akumu decided: “I’m going to kill you. I have to kill you now.”

Meanwhile the Grandmaster praised Thea’s picks, and the Arbiter snapped that he’d been saying for weeks Thea was in charge of champions while the Grandmaster did “nothing but ride my ass.” She told him that supporting Thea was his job, and he was doing a terrible job of it. “I should have left you in Cor’thun,” he fumed. “I’ve saved your life more than once,” she shot back. “You’re as good as Doug.” On cue, a group of chinchillas wheeled Doug the Pug out on a little wagon, and he approved of both champions.

The Freezing Chinchillas

The Acolytes chanted for chaos. Jinx asked for boba, and two chinchillas popped out of holes in the ground with serving trays, one with vodka and one with boba tea. But space is freezing, and their tiny paws were turning blue. Jinx asked if she could tuck one inside her onesie. Akumu asked if she could tuck one into the sun, on the theory that chinchillas are invincible and it would simply get warm. “That’s an assumption you’re making,” said the Arbiter, “and it’s definitely incorrect.”

Jinx’s chinchilla snuggled into her onesie, and because she kept it safe, it would take a hit for her. Akumu drop-kicked hers. “The chinkilla just flies,” the Arbiter narrated. “It becomes like a meteor. It hits the distant sun.” Akumu called it an adventure. Far away, another chinchilla in a hard hat took off his helmet and held it to his heart: “He had six children.”

Fireball Shields and Cheese

Jinx chugged her boba (“with a mouth full of balls”), tied the slashed seam of her onesie into a cute bow, and lit her scimitars with giant’s fire. She roared as she swung, a sound the Grandmaster asked to hear and the table found gross. Akumu answered with a “fireball shield”: she uncorked a bottle of fireball and splashed it into a beautiful amber wall. Jinx caught her breath, scritched the chinchilla in her pocket, and pressed the attack. A section of the crowd turned gray with fur as a horde of chinchillas cheered and flipped tiny middle fingers at Akumu.

Akumu drank her shield, because that was her blood, wasn’t it, and chugged even more fireball to heal herself. Jinx’s echo dove in front of her to take the next blow. Akumu rolled a perfect 20, the light of the fireball in her eyes, and sliced the Jinx rat clean out of existence, “which is kind of sad.” Thea then tossed Akumu another bottle from a distance, having learned not to get close. The Grandmaster quietly wondered whether all this booze was getting into their budget. The Arbiter was more worried about enabling “her rampant alcoholism, but we’re really not parents.”

Doug wanted a snack. The Arbiter flatly refused to open a portal (“I don’t even like Doug”) and passed the job to Thea, who looked around desperately, plucked the cheese-wheel head off the shoulders of someone called Cheese Prof, and fed it to the pug. In the next exchange Jinx left Akumu “cut real bad,” and Akumu answered with two divine smites. She then licked the blood off her arm as “recycling,” and claimed she also controlled the chinchilla population, like an ecologist.

The Hamster Ball

After a drink break (the Arbiter had spent his doing acid in the Grand Canyon, because “when you control all of time and space… why wouldn’t I”), the Arbiter shared his motto: “When you can, you should.” It is tattooed across his nipples. He also revealed that he revisits Vietnam at any point in time, with one rule: never the present.

The next chaos arrived as a rumble of plastic on rock. A giant clear ball bounced over the horizon with a chinchilla inside it, ready to flatten them both. Jinx’s new echo, a shadow dog, scooped her up in a hug and carried her clear. Akumu took it full on and decided to punt it into the sun. The Arbiter gave her the edge “because you’ve done this before.” The ball launched like a rocket with the chinchilla pinned to the back by the G-forces. “I’m starting a colony on the sun,” Akumu announced. “Here goes Denny.” The Acolytes piled exhaustion on her, leaving her badly exposed.

The First Death

Jinx’s shadow went “all up in your grill” with her final flurry and landed a brutal critical blow. On the far side of the asteroid, Jinx was button-mashing a controller to steer it. Then her chinchilla nipped her (“a little nib nib”), she fumbled the combo, and the next swing went wide. Akumu suggested she punt it into the sun.

Akumu then walked straight past the echo, took a crushing hit for it (“I made a choice”), and reached the real Jinx. Asked which god a paladin like her follows, she answered: “Captain Morgan is my deity… I think he’ll find the One Piece.” Two smites put Jinx on her knees. Akumu narrated the end herself: the air smelled like a dive bar, the sound of beach waves rose as she called on Captain Morgan, “As I bring my sword down and I break your controller in two. And you.” Jinx was cut in half. Her last thought was that her hair had been blue for a long time and maybe she should try pink.

Chinchilla the White

Akumu stood alone on the cold asteroid under the stars. One star seemed to be getting closer and warmer. It was a familiar furry face, the chinchilla once gray, kicked into the sun, now shining platinum, staff in hand, about fifteen feet tall. “I am no longer Chinchilla the Gray. I am Chinchilla the White.” It offered a small fuzzy paw to the one who had sheltered a chinchilla in the coldest of times.

Jinx was stitched back together up the middle. She woke to find her little pocket chinchilla finishing the job by changing her hair to “off magenta… not quite pink, but from a distance you might call it pink.” Akumu threatened to sue. The Grandmaster then banished Chinchilla the White to the Dread Fortress, at least temporarily, and declared: “There shall no more be any resummonings, no more restitching, no more revives.” Jinx asked if her controller had been fixed too. “What, do we look like a Radio Shack?”

Before it vanished, Akumu misted onto the giant chinchilla’s shoulders “like Groot and Rocket.” It was grateful for the journey she had sent it on. The Grandmaster saw a lesson in that: without a strong opponent, it would never have become strong itself, “kind of actually a nice metaphor for this Deathmatch.”

Grandma Goes in the Box

The Arbiter remarked that they hadn’t seen much of the Box of Chaos lately. “Well, as your tattoo says, if you can, you should,” replied the Grandmaster. “That is what it says right across my nipples,” said the Arbiter. “Across all three of them,” she added. The box streaked down like a shooting star, a chest of pinks and purples that blew a column of heatless magic fire into space. A shadowy figure with long, tendrilly claws and yellow eyes peeked out: “What’s up?”

Jinx sacrificed 396 channel points she had worked very hard for (she watches her own channel to boost the numbers). When the Arbiter suggested she viewbot like the top guys, she refused: “Because I’m not a pussy.” The box gave her a potion of fire resistance, which she shotgunned. Akumu sacrificed her grandmother, Bailey, who was also a bottle of Bailey’s, “easy to pick up and travel with.” Grandma agreed it was her time. The shadowy figure uncorked her and drank her down: “Your grandma is silky smooth.” In return, Akumu received Thaneater, a legendary battleaxe. Jinx asked the box, “Why don’t you just tell me to go fuck myself?” “You gave me like 300 channel points,” the box replied. “What the fuck do you want?”

The Final Blast

Between the two sacrifices, Jinx had set a fresh echo on the giant chinchilla’s other shoulder, plugged in her controller, and swung. Akumu blocked it with yet another splash of fireball. Jinx told her to come down and fight “like a fucking adult” and to go outside and touch grass. With Jinx more than thirty feet away, Akumu revealed a secret: “I’m also a Warlock.” Three beams of crackling energy hit, and the second took exactly the life Chinchilla the White had given back. “I’m being bullied on the internet,” Jinx protested. “It is not fair. I cast gun.”

With her last act, Jinx had her shadow dog crawl over the chinchilla’s head, wrap Akumu in a comforting hug, stick its tongue inside her ear to make it nice and wet, and then whisper into it. “The worst thing you could have done,” said the Grandmaster. Jinx collapsed, and tiny worms emerged to pull her body underground, for reasons nobody knew.

The Grandmaster flew down to say that death is “just one more chapter in our books,” and that for one champion, the final chapter was not today. “I killed my grandma for this,” said Akumu, “so, you know. It was worth it.” Her parting message to the Acolytes: “Hey, drink water, not vodka. I’m built wrong. Go be built right.” The crowd raised their drinks and poured them out, a waterfall that flooded the arena.

Dried Blood

Afterward, Jinx’s pocket chinchilla got a name: Wicked. Because Jinx kept him safe and gave him scritches, the Grandmaster declared the two bonded. Wicked needs a haircut and has one visible eye, and he grudgingly accepted his new “mom” on account of the scratches. Akumu explained that her grandmother had been with her “since I was a wee one.” Asked for a final word, she wanted to know: “Where’s the vodka at?”

Notable Moments

  • Akumu drop-kicked a freezing chinchilla into the sun, and a hard-hat chinchilla mourned a colleague who “had six children.”
  • Akumu’s Shield was a splash of bottled fireball, which she later drank to heal.
  • Thea fed Cheese Prof’s head to Doug the Pug.
  • The sun-kicked chinchilla returned as the platinum, staff-wielding Chinchilla the White and revived Jinx, turning her hair “not quite pink.”
  • Akumu sacrificed her grandmother, a bottle of Bailey’s, and the Box of Chaos drank her.
  • Akumu revealed she was “also a Warlock” and finished Jinx with three beams of magic.

Memorable Quotes

  • Akumu: “Hi, my name’s Akumu. I fell asleep in a ditch, and now I’m here, and I’m really confused about it.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “Jinx! Don’t you apologize! What you did was phenomenal! Do it again!”
  • Jinx: “I can’t have vodka because you can’t drink on stream. It’s against the rules. I don’t want to break TOS.”
  • The Arbiter: “In the distance, another chinchilla with a hard hat on, smoking a cigarette, takes it off, holds it to his heart. He had six children.”
  • Chinchilla the White: “I am no longer Chinchilla the Gray. I am Chinchilla the White.”
  • Akumu: “Her name is Bailey and she’s also a bottle of Bailey’s. It makes her easy to pick up and travel with.”
  • Jinx: “I’m being bullied on the internet. It is not fair. I cast gun.”
  • Akumu: “Hey, drink water, not vodka. I’m built wrong. Go be built right.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Akumu (versachiko). Champion and winner.

  • Who she is:
    • A half-elf, about Jinx’s height.
    • Paladin with Vow of Enmity, smites and Lay on Hands; also a warlock with Eldritch Blast. Fights with a greatsword (“Drunken Sword style”).
    • Intelligence −1 (“I’m not smart”).
    • Arrived after falling asleep in a ditch, confused. Had never heard of the Dread Fortress.
  • Vodka and blood:
    • Severe alcoholic. “My blood is half vodka.” “My oxygen is vodka.” Water “will literally kill me.” Her mother “is vodka.”
    • Licks her own blood as “recycling.”
    • Her deity is Captain Morgan.
  • Her grandmother, Bailey, is a bottle of Bailey’s that Akumu carried her whole life. She sacrificed her to the Box of Chaos with her consent.
  • Her Shield spell is “fireball” from a bottle, splashed into an amber wall. She drinks fireball to heal.
  • She kicked two chinchillas into the sun: one in the freezing event, one in a hamster ball (“Denny”?). One returned as Chinchilla the White, and she rode on its shoulders.
  • Gained the legendary +3 battleaxe Thaneater from the Box of Chaos.
  • Insists on “Akumu, mu like cow,” not Akuma.

Jinx (smokingglueguns). A 5’1”–5’2” human Echo Knight fighter and e-streamer.

  • Look: unicorn onesie, LED cat-ear gamer headphones, blue pigtails. After her revival, her hair is Pantone 238 “Baskin Robbins” off-magenta, not quite pink.
  • Gaming: plays Underview at “plat one,” two wins from diamond. Wants to play DC Competitors. Watches her own channel to boost numbers and refuses to viewbot. Talks to an invisible chat and won’t drink on stream (TOS).
  • In the fight: two scimitars, with fire-giant strikes, Unleash Incarnation, Second Wind, Action Surge, Indomitable and Shadow Martyr. She steers her echo with a controller.
  • Her echoes: first a rat-like copy of herself (the “Jinx rat”), then a dog, “a right proper good boy.”
  • Sheltered a freezing chinchilla (Wicked) in her onesie. In return, Chinchilla the White revived her.
  • Sacrificed 396 channel points for a fire-resistance potion.
  • Killed by Eldritch Blast. Worms pulled her body underground.

Chinchilla the White (Caustic Phoenix). Formerly Chinchilla the Gray, the chinkilla Akumu kicked into the sun (which one isn’t certain). It returns shining platinum, staff in hand, about 15 ft tall, revives Jinx, and is grateful to Akumu for its journey. The GM banishes it to the Dread Fortress “at least temporarily.”

Wicked: the chinchilla Jinx kept warm. It bit her mid-combo, then helped finish her revival by changing her hair. Named in Dried Blood.

The chinchillas / chinkillas:

  • Workers in the Dread Fortress with a union. They bring drinks, pull Doug’s wagon, and complained that blood takes forever to get out of their fur.
  • Under the new union rules they no longer clean up biohazard.
  • A hard-hat chinchilla mourned a sun-kicked chinchilla who “had six children.” A horde of them flipped Akumu tiny middle fingers.

Stuart: works the stream’s screens from a hot little closet in the Dread Fortress basement. The Arbiter blames him for weird music and visuals. He has PTO.

Thea (Caustic Phoenix): the pink imp, now in charge of champions, who wrote the champion profiles.

  • Tasted the vodka first.
  • Tripped while bringing Akumu’s weapons, then threw her a bottle from a safe distance.
  • Gave Cheese Prof’s head to Doug.
  • Played darts with the GM.

Doug the Pug: has one good eye and one metallic cyborg eye with a red infrared scanner. He approves of champions and claps on two feet (“It’s a bone day today”). The Arbiter “doesn’t even like Doug.” He ate Cheese Prof’s head.

Cheese Prof: an Acolyte or staff member whose head is a cheese wheel; currently headless.

The Box of Chaos figure (Mudcat): a shadowy figure with long tendrilly claws and yellow eyes. Drank grandma Bailey (“silky smooth”).

The Arbiter (Mudcat):

  • Motto “When you can, you should,” tattooed across his nipples, of which he has three (“Across all three of them.” “Yep”).
  • Was doing acid in the Grand Canyon during the break. Revisits Vietnam at any point in time except the present; has spent “a lot of time in 1950s Vietnam.”
  • Says he once “was in charge” and levied taxes while the GM was absent. Had land, plans for it, and a marketing person.
  • Resents the GM’s praise of Thea: “I should have left you in Cor’thun.”

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix):

  • Wears an eyepatch after scratching her eye playing darts with Thea; a memo told everyone not to mention it.
  • Bought the goblins a foam pit. Wants premium insurance for staff. Promises a marketing person “next year.”
  • Says she has saved the Arbiter’s life more than once.
  • Bans revives after Chinchilla the White.

Places

  • Dread Fortress basement / dungeon: Stuart’s screen closet.
  • The GM’s throne room: no fighting there, so the chinchillas’ fur stays clean.
  • The orange asteroid: in space, with a big planet and a distant sun. Rubble, old champions’ bones, and worms that drag the dead underground. Inferred to be the Ether Drifts (Mudcat’s Dried Blood remark).
  • The sun: two chinchillas were kicked into it, and Akumu claims a “colony.” Chinchilla the White came from there.
  • “Tinkula / Chinkilla Forest” (unclear, mentioned by the GM).

Items

  • Thaneater: a legendary +3 battleaxe (on a 20: extra necrotic damage and the wielder heals).
  • Potion of fire resistance, drunk by Jinx.
  • Grandma Bailey (a bottle of Bailey’s), sacrificed.
  • 396 channel points, sacrificed.
  • Akumu’s bottled “fireball.” The Arbiter’s 12-oz goblet of vodka. Boba teas. Jinx’s controller (broken in two by the killing blow, not repaired). The chinkilla hamster ball.

Lore statements

  • The Box of Chaos has taken hair, an opponent’s arm and a bottle of vodka as sacrifices, and there is “a legacy of sacrificing grandmas in this arena.”
  • The Arbiter “controls all of time and space” and can visit any time (Big Bang, Woodstock, Vietnam).
  • There is no marketing person; the money went to the goblins’ foam pit.
  • “Without a strong opponent, it would never become strong itself”: the GM’s metaphor for the Deathmatch.

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