/rolls to end game post
Dendrek rolled a natural 20!
A crowd has begun to form near the center of the arena. People were pushing past each other to get to the front of it. What they were so excited about, Dendrek didn't know. He didn't much care to join them, either. He was just happy they were leaving him alone.
As more and more people gathered, curiosity got the better of him.
He went up to the closest person. "Hey," he called to a Priest who had his back to him, "Hey, what's going on?" Apparently the Priest couldn't hear him over the hubbub of the gathered adventurers. He pulled at a Priest's tunic, and his hand was swatted away. "Go find another spot," Crackleslap said. "This one is mine!" Crackleslap turned his back to Dendrek again.
"I," Dendrek began, "was," he bent down, "talking," he grabbed a rock, "to you!" He threw the rock at the idiot Priest's head.
"Ow!" Crackleslap turned around, rubbing his head. "Hey, what was that for?"
"What's going on?"
"What, you don't know?" Crackleslap seemed to have a knack for asking stupid questions. "There's going to be a performance! A Bard is about to play for us!" he declared excitedly.
"No I'm not..." Dendrek sneered.
"What?" Crackleslap looked confused (which was normal for him). "No. You?" Crackleslap looked Dendrek up and down. Well, mostly down. There wasn't a whole lot of up to be looking at. "Ha, no. I'm talking about Rixis. He's great!" he gleefully declared. "I don't even know who you are."
Dendrek's face went beat red and his tiny fists were balled and shaking. "Wa, gah... I'm.... yau.... g." For the first time ever in the bard's life, Dendrek was at a loss for words; mostly because his brain was too flush with rage to form actual thoughts. "Raaaaghhh," He grabbed the nearest thing he could find (his fiddle) and proceeded to beat Crackleslap bloody with it.
After about a minute, the fiddle was breaking apart at the joints. Having finally gotten that out of his system, and with Crackleslap twitching on the ground, Dendrek began to push his way through the crowd.
"You!" Dendrek shouted angrily when he saw Rixis.
"You!" Rixis shouted excitedly when he saw Dendrek.
They both ran towards each other: Rixis to give Dendrek a hug! Dendrek to stab Rixis with a knife!
Rixis got his arm around Dendrek, causing Dendrek to lose grip of his knife and it fell to the ground.
"Hey buddy!" Rixis greeted the fellow Bard, lifting him off the ground.
"Put me down!" Dendrek demanded, reaching out in vain for the knife that was now several body-lengths away from him.
"Oh sorry!" Rixis put Dendrek down, but put one hand on his shoulder, pulling Dendrek along with him (and away from the knife) as he walked towards the center of the gathered crowd. "I'm about to do a performance!" he said. "You should join me!"
Dendrek glared at Rixis.
"Common buddy!"
Dendrek glared harder at Rixis.
"We both know you're a better Bard than I am!"
Dendrek huffed. He thought about it. He looked at Rixis. He huffed again. "Fine."
"Wooo!" Rixis shouted.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dendrek was keeping track of where his knife had fallen.
"Ok, you start!" Rixis smiled.
Dendrek thought for a moment...
I see
A chance that I might win this game.
If I can
Make a believable claim.
If I'm caught,
I'll only have myself to blame.
But if not,
It will be a act worthy of fame.
My friends getting figured out;
Their alignments, town is combing through.
Aren't enough people dying now.
Don't know what I am gonna do.
Throwing scum claims at the wall.
Are they watching every move I make?
Need more town to take the fall.
Looking for more weak claims I can shake.
I need
Someone whose claim I can frame.
'Cause I won't
Make it if I lie every day.
If I don't,
Attention's gonna go my way.
And I won't
Make it to the end at this rate.
I keep
Going to my QT to pray,
That I won't
Be caught out by a lie that I say.
And at most
I'm sheeping so that they won't see me.
But your gone,
And the ghost of you, it haunts how I play.
Rixis clapped excitedly. A few other people in the crowd did too: a Paladin, a Rogue, a Barbarian and a Monk.
Not everyone seemed to enjoy his performance though.
"Get him off the stage!" Lysah, the Jerk Druid, shouted with her hands clasped in a cone-shape to amplify her voice.
"We came here for Rixis!" Uggor, the jerk twin Druid Jerk of Lysah, bellowed.
Dendrek went into a fit of rage and tried charging at them, but Rixis easily held him back. "Don't worry about them. You did great!"
Dendrek was beginning to forget why he wanted to stab Rixis. Maybe he could stab one of the druids instead?
Rixis began his own performance, an epic rock anthem complete with a flaming guitar! Dendrek had to admit it was pretty good (though he'd never say that out loud).
Having accepted his defeat, Dendrek decided it was time to go. He made his way out of the crowd. On his way out, he grabbed the dagger from the ground and threw it at the druids. He missed, and it hit the Warlock, Catta, between the eyes. "Good enough."
Dendrek made his way out of the crowd and then out of the stadium. On his way out, he reminisced about the game. So many lies, so many people manipulated and killed. So many insults! And really, isn't that what this game is all about? "It's been fun," he thought as he left.
.......
About an hour later, a massive earthquake shook the stadium, collapsing it on everyone there and killing them instantly.
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To everyone I didn't insult this game: I'm sorry. I hope I haven't offended you!