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A gnome pool caretaker in floaties and a drawn-on mustache met a velvet-voiced necromancer who was more or less Halloween in human form, in the Void’s graveyard arena. Squiggles and Ray S’urdead fought among the dead while the Grandmaster blushed at one champion and begged him to destroy the other. It ended with a robbed Box of Chaos, an artificial sun, and fifty-eight furious ghosts proving that “I’m rubber, you’re glue” is a valid combat strategy.

The Story

Trouble at the Front Door

The evening opened at the front door of The Dread Fortress, a heavy wooden door bound in metal. A small pink Thea was dragging a giant orange pumpkin basket while chinchillas pushed from the other side. It was the Halloween basket, she explained, full of goodies for trick-or-treaters. The Arbiter didn’t care about the basket. He cared that the chinchillas were on their break.

The labor dispute that followed went badly for management. The chinchillas had been expecting overtime, because Thea had promised them triple pay. Thea pointed out that she couldn’t read, so she couldn’t know how to contract. She also couldn’t take the promise back: “You can’t take words and put them back in your mouth. I tried, because then I thought I will never be hungry again.” She declared triple pay for everyone. The Arbiter shrugged it off. Stuart, whose prank had apparently gotten the Arbiter “real good” earlier, had just had his pay docked, so the Arbiter would simply shift some numbers around.

When Thea demanded help, the Arbiter snapped his fingers. His eight coloured ring gems glowed and the basket floated into the air. Thea called it cheating and complained that he wasn’t always “Mr. Approachable.” He reminded her he had given her consciousness and existence itself, and explained that he looks straight over her because he has “a neck thing. I can’t look down at people that are beneath me.” With a clap he tore reality open and moved everyone, basket included, to the Grandmaster’s throne room. Thea had only just got it to the door, and she began shedding hair in sheer stress. (Yes, Thea has hair.) The Arbiter snapped the basket back to the door and reminded everyone what night it was: not Prank Day, as Thea had thought, but Death Day.

Contracts, Quills and Crushes

The Arbiter ripped open a portal and presented the champions to the Grandmaster, who asked whether this was the prank. Squiggles insisted his mom really had named him Squiggles, though he admitted the mustache was drawn on. He had been floating in a pool moments earlier and had no idea why he was here. He had never received a welcome packet, because Thea had eaten it. She squatted and pooped out the contract. “We keep our pets hydrated,” the Grandmaster noted.

Ray was a study in disgust. When Squiggles tugged his jacket for a pen, Ray batted him away with perfectly manicured nails: “Do not touch me. Small thing.” Squiggles countered that he was “actually pretty tall for my height.” For a pen, the Arbiter shook Thea by the face until a pin fell out of her butt. Ray had other ideas. He drew a feather quill, jabbed Thea gently in the backside, and signed in her blood, which turned out to be teal. The Grandmaster explained that Thea’s blood changes with her recent diet. Ray tasted a drop from the quill (“Delectable”) and told a horrified Thea he had no interest in eating her, though he “would have use for your corpse.” She assured him she was a terrible corpse.

Squiggles, borrowing the quill, grabbed Ray’s hand with both of his wet ones. Ray wiped his hands on his jacket as if they were covered in some bodily fluid. When Squiggles mentioned he had already died about four times and somehow come back, Ray promised, “Well, I intend to bring you back. Trust me.” Then he shook hands with a summoned shadow hand, which was freezing. “Death is rarely warm.”

The Grandmaster offered the winner one wish. She was not coping well. Pulling the Arbiter aside, she confessed that Ray reminded her of the romance characters in the books hidden in a bookshelf in her back wall. “I think what you’re feeling is arousal,” the Arbiter told her, admitting he felt a little of it himself: the voice had a frequency that “really like rattles your plums.” She insisted it was “Purely violence.” “It sounds like he’s in an audio book.” When Ray purred that surely she had wishes of her own, her face flushed red. Staring at the ground, she announced, “Squiggles, I’m choosing you.”

Into the Graveyard

The Arbiter stood up from a chair nobody had seen him sitting in, which began the night’s running gag, and portalled everyone into a cold, muggy graveyard. The Grandmaster warned The Acolytes not to look too closely and promised one champion would end up six feet under. The clouds parted, the moon came out, and Ray strolled in like a man arriving at a spa.

Squiggles admitted he had never read the contract; he never reads terms and conditions. He did work out Ray’s name (“raise your dead”), which Ray called the first intelligent thing “the small mermaid” had said. Squiggles was thrilled: “Mermaid? Oh my gosh, that’s an upgrade. Most people just call me, like, stupid.”

His weapon of choice was a light hammer he keeps at work in case of kraken attacks, since krakens were what had eaten him those four times. His first bop was “like a child’s toy hit,” and Ray caught it in his palm. Then Squiggles launched into a spinning leap “like a Super Mario spiral through the air” and left a scuff on Ray’s flawless cheek. The crowd erupted into chants of “Squiggles!”, women ripped off their tops and slushies flew, and the cheering hurt Ray more than the hammer did. “People like me,” marvelled Squiggles, who had been ridiculed by a monkey at his last job.

Ray, whose family of necromancers the Grandmaster dismissed as “a family of edgelords,” answered with a ghastly illusion: every bone in his body shattering into a snapping pile of gore. Squiggles barely flinched. Ray reassembled and found the gnome unnervingly strong-willed. Looking closer, he saw “something dead behind those eyes… Something cold and black and lifeless.” The eyes in question were muddy brown, which the Grandmaster summed up as “diarrhea eyes.”

The Bladder Incident

The Acolytes chanted for chaos and got it. All that hydration had everyone’s bladders jiggling, and everyone, champions and crowd alike, had to keep from peeing their pants. The champions managed. In the stands, Gator, August and GF Powers did not, while Kruega held firm and earned a fortified blue slushie. Enough Acolytes peed themselves that the whole arena reeked of piss and stung everyone but Kruega. Ray pressed a silk cloth to his face, Thea mopped the grass (“I’m working as hard as I can!”), and a chinchilla strolled onto the field to flag the safety violation. It promised to look the other way this time, but “it better be fixed by the time I fucking come back off my break.”

Oogie Boogie and the Shoelace

Squiggles revealed his wish: the missing right foot from his 1999 McDonald’s Inspector Gadget Happy Meal toy collection. The Arbiter knew a guy. With his life suddenly important, Squiggles healed his piss damage (“Squiggles has a boo-boo, everyone”) and ran to hide in a mausoleum. As he fled, Ray made finger guns, aimed with a big smile, and fired his own index finger as a giant bone bullet. Squiggles dodged it completely, because he had bent down to tie his shoelace. Yes, he wears socks and shoes in the pool, and no, his socks don’t match.

Teej described Ray as “a physical embodiment of the holiday of Halloween,” with jack-o’-lantern pendants on his jacket and a cloud of tiny useless ghosts trailing him. His necromancy only raises Halloween icons, so out of a nearby grave climbed a zombie Oogie Boogie Man. It danced over to the mausoleum singing its song with the wrong lyrics and missed every slam. “You pulled out the wrong body,” the Grandmaster observed. Squiggles shimmied past it and told it to memorize the words next time. Then he drew a longsword, charged, and struck Ray with holy fury, followed by another hammer spiral. “I am unstoppable.”

The roaring crowd gave both champions a surge. Ray spent his shrinking Squiggles’ hammer to toddler-toy size, and Squiggles dropped it. Ray wrapped himself in stolen life, drawing aqua smoke from every grave into his chest, then flooded the arena with shadow. When it cleared, Squiggles had shrugged off the worst of it and was wearing kids’ sunglasses “you find at a Kmart.” Oogie Boogie finally landed a slam, but Squiggles was still healthier than when he started.

Let There Be Daylight

After the break, the Grandmaster shared popcorn with Doug, and the Arbiter digitized the rest and sent it “through the internet” to the champions. Squiggles then wondered whether zombies melt in sunlight and tore open the sky, putting a sun over the arena and a second pair of sunglasses on his face. “I feel like I’ve really misunderstood Squiggles if he can rip open the sky and move the sun into this arena,” said the Grandmaster. Oogie Boogie’s sack merely singed, and it wiggled at him. Squiggles somersaulted away. Ray, his hair out of place and his jacket torn, found the “baby somersaults” almost insulting. “He’s breaking,” said the Arbiter. Squiggles declared, “Fuck it, we ball!” and poured every ounce of his healing touch into himself, swelling far beyond his normal health. “This has backfired stupendously,” said the Grandmaster.

The Box of Chaos

“I gotta give Ray a chance here,” the Arbiter announced. Lightning struck his raised hands until he brought down The Box of Chaos. Pink and purple flames shot into the sun, a shadowy figure crawled out, and the box landed squarely on Oogie Boogie and crushed him. Gerald slurped down one of the worms and admitted he could eat. Ray found a small headstone for a “loving Chihuahua companion,” raised an undead Chihuahua named Pixie, and offered it up. Without breaking eye contact, Gerald took the dog and slowly lowered the lid. There was rumbling and barking. What happened to Pixie remains undisclosed.

The box reopened with a little fur on its teeth and swirled its flame around the stadium. It came to rest in Ray’s hand as a single fireball he could throw whenever he liked. “This is energy and life. It is a new sensation.” He tucked it into a jack-o’-lantern locket on his jacket. Then he peered into Squiggles’ mind and found an abyss that stared back and smelled his fear. The gnome’s actual surface thought was “Oh, look, a penny!” Shaken, Ray warned the hosts that “there is something inside that tiny creature.” The Arbiter stood up, checked for himself, and agreed: “That guy’s fucked up.” To the Grandmaster, it just looked like he was trying to poop.

A curse meant to make Squiggles forget all his abilities bounced off; Squiggles was mostly worried about missing Antiques Roadshow. When the Grandmaster mocked him, Ray locked eyes with her and, without looking away, hurled the fireball. The Acolytes screamed his name, mostly out of frustration, and the blast hit Squiggles hard. Ray stared down the Grandmaster against a backdrop of flame, smirking at what was happening behind him. “I am but a witness to this moment of greatness for you,” she said.

Robbing the Box

Squiggles’ answer was to flip the Box of Chaos over and climb half inside. Gerald was lounging in a hammock. “Sorry, do you need something?” Squiggles rummaged past an outdated can of spam and nearly made off with a tome bearing a desiccated tongue on its cover before Gerald snatched it back: “You can’t have that one.” The Arbiter was stunned: “I don’t think anyone’s ever stolen from the box before.” Squiggles came out with a signet ring of spell turning, which he wore like a bracelet. Then he healed himself again while sipping a juice box. “I am defeating death.”

The Grandmaster dropped all pretense. Looking at Ray’s feet, she begged him to have something in his back pocket. “For the love of God, destroy Squiggles.” (“Hey! I can hear you… I thought we were cool!”) Wanting, for the first time in a long time, to feel impressive, Ray called on every spirit in the graveyard. Fifty-eight answered.

The Final Blow

Squiggles’ ring flared and he rolled a perfect 20. The spirits, whose rest a necromancer had just stolen, turned around. Every one of them tore into Ray. Squiggles took off his sunglasses, wiped his eyes and told the spirits they could find peace as they bounced off him toward their summoner. When the cloud of fifty-eight tiny, angry faces dissipated, nothing was left of Ray but half a jack-o’-lantern locket.

The Grandmaster descended, picked up the half-locket, and buried it a few inches down. “A pretty face like yours could never exist in an arena like this.” She stepped over the mound and told Squiggles she had always rooted for him and never wavered. His foot would be waiting in a package in the green screen room. When he clasped her hand with both of his, she gripped back with a death grip and dragged him into the sky, his floaties now completely dry. “A grand champion who shows that even the most unexpected winners can pull through. If he can do it, so can you.” The Arbiter stood up.

Dried Blood

Ray, back in voice, addressed those who had hoped to see him win: no one wanted it more than he did, but “a real victory is achieved in death, where we all will meet again very soon.” Squiggles used his time for a meditation on a rubber duck. He had been haunted all his little life by a scene in a Harry Potter film where the Weasley dad asks Harry what a rubber duck is for. He knew it is technically a floating bath toy for children, and he refused to believe that was all it could be.

Notable Moments

  • Thea ate the welcome packet and pooped out the contract. Ray signed it in her teal blood.
  • The Grandmaster was so flustered by Ray’s audiobook voice that she could not look at him, and picked Squiggles as her champion while staring at the ground.
  • Enough Acolytes peed their pants during the bladder chaos event that the whole arena stank of piss and stung everyone except Kruega.
  • Squiggles dodged a bone bullet fired from Ray’s finger by bending down to tie his shoelace.
  • Gerald took an undead Chihuahua named Pixie into the box and came back with fur on his teeth, and then Squiggles became the first person ever to rob the Box of Chaos.
  • Ray’s fifty-eight vengeful spirits were turned back on him, and he was erased down to half a locket.

Memorable Quotes

  • Thea: “You can’t take words and put them back in your mouth. I tried, because then I thought I will never be hungry again.”
  • The Arbiter: “I have a neck thing. I can’t look down at people that are beneath me.”
  • Squiggles: “Mermaid? Oh my gosh, that’s an upgrade. Most people just call me, like, stupid.”
  • Ray S’urdead: “I’ve no interest in eating you, small one. I would have use for your corpse, however.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “I feel like I’ve really misunderstood Squiggles if he can rip open the sky and move the sun into this arena.”
  • Gerald: “Whoa, you can’t do that. That’s not how this works. You gotta give me something.”
  • The Arbiter: “I don’t think anyone’s ever stolen from the box before.”

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “For the love of God, destroy Squiggles.”

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “Squiggles, I was always and forever rooting for you from beginning to the end and I never wavered in my trust in you.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Squiggles (RealLifeFakeWizard). A gnome paladin. “Pretty tall for my height,” though his player says he isn’t.

  • Look: a drawn-on mustache, pool floaties, wet hands, socks and shoes (mismatched socks) worn in the pool, kids’ Kmart sunglasses (later two pairs), muddy brown “diarrhea” eyes.
  • Life: a caretaker at a pool at a resort. His mom named him Squiggles. He keeps a light hammer in case of krakens. He has died about four times, eaten by krakens, and “somehow” comes back. At his last job he was ridiculed by a monkey. He has gone through multiple therapists, can’t read well without spectacles, never reads terms and conditions, has no lawyer, and watches Antiques Roadshow. Detect Thoughts reveals something terrifying, or an empty mind (“Oh, look, a penny!”).
  • Gear: a light hammer (shrunk by Reduce and dropped), a longsword, Divine Smite, Lay on Hands, Cure Wounds, Daylight, Mage Slayer. He robbed the Box of Chaos: a can of spam (seen), and the ring of spell turning, worn as a bracelet.
  • Wish: the right foot of the 1999 McDonald’s Inspector Gadget Happy Meal toy. The GM promises it in a package in the green screen room. The Arbiter “knows a guy.”
  • Chosen by the GM, who says in Dried Blood she wasn’t really cheering for him. Winner.

Ray S’urdead (Teej). A wizard and necromancer (“raise your dead”) from a longstanding family of necromancers, with few peers. He calls himself a humanoid.

  • Look: perfectly manicured nails and hair, perfect skin, a deep audiobook voice. His jacket carries jack-o’-lantern pendant-lockets. Little ghost “pixies” follow him. He carries a staff.
  • “The physical embodiment of Halloween,” “Mr. Halloween.” His Animate Dead raises only Halloween pop-culture icons.
  • Habits: avoids physical contact (shadow-hand handshake, silk cloth). Hints that he tastes the dead. Signed his contract in Thea’s blood. The Grandmaster was visibly flustered by him.
  • Spells used: Dread Scarecrow (illusion), the finger-bone bullet, Animate Dead (Oogie Boogie), Reduce, False Life, shadowy eruption, Claws of Darkness, Detect Thoughts, a Curse of Incompetence, Spirit Swarm, plus the box’s Fireball.
  • Destroyed by his own reflected Spirit Swarm. Only half a jack-o’-lantern locket was left, and the Grandmaster buried it. In Dried Blood, in character: “a real victory is achieved in death, where we all will meet again very soon.”

The Oogie Boogie Man. Raised by Ray from a grave as a zombie: a sack of worms that sings his song with the wrong lyrics and tap-dances. Daylight singed the edges of his sack. He was crushed when the Box of Chaos landed on him. Gerald ate one of his worms.

Pixie. An undead Chihuahua raised from a “loving Chihuahua companion” grave and fed to the Box of Chaos. Its fate is “undisclosed.”

Thea (Caustic Phoenix). Pink, about a foot high, potato-shaped, no neck.

  • Body: she has hair and shed it in stress. Her blood is teal and changes colour with her recent diet. A pin was shaken out of her.
  • What she did: she can’t read. She ate the welcome packet and pooped out the contract. She promised the chinchillas triple pay. She removed Claude’s arms “earlier” and says she’ll give them back. She mopped the piss-soaked grass.
  • The Arbiter says he gave her “your consciousness and your existence.”

The Arbiter (Mudcat).

  • Wears eight individually coloured ring gems and can levitate things and tear reality to move scenes.
  • Claims “a neck thing” that stops him looking down at “people that are beneath me.” Cites HIPAA.
  • Docked Stuart’s pay; threatened to give Thea’s job to Claude. “Knows a guy” for Inspector Gadget parts. Digitized popcorn through the internet.
  • Running gag: “The Arbiter stands up.”
  • Dropped the Box of Chaos “to give Ray a chance.”

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • Keeps romance-type books hidden in a bookshelf in a back wall. Flustered by Ray: she flushed red and wouldn’t make eye contact.
  • Offers each winner one wish. Shared popcorn with Doug.
  • Openly begged Ray to destroy Squiggles, then claimed to have always rooted for Squiggles. Buried Ray’s half-locket.

Gerald (the Box of Chaos) (Mudcat). The shadowy figure that crawls from the box.

  • Peckish: eats a sack-worm, then Pixie the Chihuahua, “a little fur on the teeth.”
  • Granted Ray a fireball orb. Lounges on a hammock inside the box.
  • Robbed by Squiggles, the first time anyone has stolen from the box. Snatched back a Tome of the Stilled Tongue and gave the ring of spell turning instead. Keeps an outdated can of spam.

The chinchillas. Fortress workers on union break, expecting overtime and then triple pay. One walks onto the field to flag a safety violation.

Stuart. Pranked the Arbiter on “October 11th” and had all his pay docked, or took “a pay cut.” Unidentified.

Claude. Someone Thea calls incompetent, whose arms she removed. Unidentified.

Doug. Present for popcorn after the break.

Acolytes named in the bladder event: Gator, August, GF Powers (failed) and Kruega (nat 20, fortified blue slushie). These are chat names.

Places

  • The Dread Fortress front door: heavy wood bound in metal, “quite a few levels up” from the dungeons.
  • The throne room (Dread Fortress, from context).
  • The graveyard arena: over 100 graves within 120 ft, a large mausoleum, a full moon, then an artificial sun from Daylight. The graves act as portals to bodies “from anywhere.” A tiny mound holds Ray’s buried half-locket.
  • The green screen room, where Squiggles’ prize package is to be opened.
  • The resort pool where Squiggles works; it has krakens (Dried Blood: a Mexican resort).

Items

  • The Halloween pumpkin basket (trick-or-treat goodies; no budget left).
  • The champions’ contract (eaten and pooped out by Thea), signed by Ray in Thea’s blood with his feather quill.
  • Squiggles’ light hammer (Reduced to toy size, dropped) and his longsword.
  • Ray’s jack-o’-lantern locket: it held the box’s fireball, and half of it survived and was buried.
  • The fireball orb (a heatless pink-and-purple flame from the box).
  • The ring of spell turning (Squiggles’).
  • The can of spam in the Box of Chaos.
  • The Tome of the Stilled Tongue, which Squiggles almost got.
  • The promised Inspector Gadget right foot.
  • Blue slushies (including the fortified one).

Lore statements

  • Sunday is “Death Day.” Thea thinks it was “Prank Day.”
  • Champions receive a welcome packet and sign a contract (“training simulation… could result in death”). The winner gets one wish.
  • The Arbiter says the Acolytes “don’t remember” things.
  • The Arbiter can digitize matter and send it “through the internet.”

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