/dfg/- Dwarf Fortress General

Welcome friends, to the highly anticipated Battle Royale!!!

For the first time, we have a whopping thirty combatants (and one giant wolf) who shall be fighting for their lives, their honour and, of course, your pleasure. Watched over on each side by the finalists, He-Man and Herne, the newly upgraded arena shall be the setting for the biggest bloodbath this tourney has ever seen.

Who shall claim victory? Who can prove themselves the ultimate survivor, and snatch their souls from death’s snare? That remains to be seen.

Place your bets folks, for only one gladiator may emerge alive. One victor out of thirty dead. A champion, from among the fallen.

Let the Royale...
Begin.

first for lava lad

Here come dat boi Urist dye maker

As our gladiators stand about, anxiously flicking their eyes about and sizing up their nearest rivals, the tension in the air is almost thick enough to carve with a knife. The two finalists, Herne and He-Man, impassably watch from their podiums at the multitude of warriors gathered in front of them, stoically awaiting the carnage to come. He-Man, having relinquished the mask for the upcoming royale, has his blue eyes trained on Skeletor, but his face remains as unreadable and mask-like as before.

And then, inevitably, the fell blowing of the horn rises and ululates, signalling the time for the bloodbath has come. No-one moves, as the wail rises to a crescendo, and suddenly stops.

It begins.

Immediately weapons are raised, shields splintered, and screaming begins to echo deafeningly as men and women die, panic and run about frantically, or commence butchering their closest enemies.

He-man hacks off Herne's hands and feet only to be bitten to death.

The first to fall are the elderly Dag and his Wolf, as the pair lunge at their closest foe, who happens to be Dakudos. The dwarf is not about to allow himself a repeat of his last failure, and quickly dispatches Dag with a rapid decapitation. Now wrestling with the howling and grief-ridden wolf, Dakudos hacks and brawls with it, slashing one of its paws off with such force that it flies out of the arena and into the water! It doesn't take long for the axedwarf to beat it into submission, and cleave its head apart with his axe.

With first blood already claimed by the slightly-deranged woodcutter, the crowd are screaming for more, and the yelling continues with each spray of blood, flying limb, and severed head, as Dakudos looks about him, seeking his next rival.

Oleme! Oleme!

Three pump-a-rums on Double Digger.

Meanwhile, a little to the south, a melee has broken out, where for a moment each fighter has his own duel with one opponent. Steve, fighting Trihardin, is being battered about, already crippled and bleeding heavily, with only a minor strike of his pick being the ant-man's reward. It will be Steve's only consolation, as Trihardin systematically destroys his opponent with a flurry of kicks and punches, while preventing his opponent from flying off by grappling his wings!
His situation worsens as he is beset now also by Urist McNudist who hacks off one of his legs, Steve attacks desperately, only for Trihardin to raise his hand and catch the shaft of the pick in mid-air! Trihardin crushes the hand attached to the weapon, and as Steve totters away, mortally wounded and bleeding to death, Trihardin keeps hold of the pick! Turning to face Urist McNudist, who had landed a surprise attack on Trihardin, the towering human commences his onslaught.

fucking rip steve

To the east, a different sort of brawl is ongoing. JC Denton is locked in a brawl with Wilbo, who himself is being attacked by Cimathi! The olm woman, deprived of her shield arm by a well-placed bolt sent flying by Gorilla with a Gun, tears at the hound with her teeth, claws and spear, herself being shaken about by Wilbo's jaws. It isn't long however, before JC Denton expertly wraps his arms around the snarling Wilbo's throat, and begins choking him out! Soon, the poor, poor boy falls limp, his tongue lolling about and paws weakly batting at the air, until with a wrench, JC snaps Wilbo's neck! Dropping the corpse, JC readies himself to take down the olm woman before him. While they are wrestling, JC is attacked by the Light Plump Avenger who's sword shears through the agent's flesh, slicing off a hand! Unfazed, JC swings a punch at LPA, who scrambles away, to be attacked by Skeletor!

>Steve 1: I was attacked. That did not shock me.

>JC strangled a dog
WHAT A MONSTER

...

To the north, there is currently also quite the battle: Apollo is being rapidly shanked to death by the twin blades of Oleme, and soon falls to the earth without being able to fire a single bolt from his crossbow. Not far off, Gladiatrix is also in dire peril, as Purple Fist has already broken her neck and left her crippled and helpless, neither able to stand nor swing her hammer. Before the elemental warrior can finish the job however, the surprise appearance of Oleme forces the luchador back, where they begin their duel. Although Oleme manages to shatter one of Purple Fist’s feet, he is forced backward nonetheless, and is soon forced to drop one of his daggers with a snarl, as bits of broken bone and torn ligament protrude from a shattered hand. As they charge again, their battle brings them next to the weakly struggling form of Reg Cogul, and she is dragged into their fight. Kicked, stabbed, punched and bitten, it isn’t long before her suffering is brought to an end as she bleeds to death.

The strangle takedown is always the best way to eliminate Wilbo

To the east, Stabo is slowly but surely crawling towards the bulk of the fighting. Hercule, Brownie and the Juggernaut are all fighting, although for now no clear advantage can be discerned. Back and forth, back and forth they fight, with the occasional spatter of blood or hiss of iron man gas escaping. In fact, no real wounds are accrued until Hercule nearly steps on Stabo! As the three-way turns into a four-way, Hercule attempts to crush the crab with his club, but can only snag the tip of one of his legs. In retaliation, the furious crustacean stabs deeply with his knife, actually severing the nerves and tendons in Hercule's foot! As the muscled warrior falls over and bellows in surprise, he actually suffers an even more debilitating wound from the sudden appearance of Dakudos! Roaring as his leg is hacked off, Hercule lays about him with his mace, striking at Dakudos and Stabo in a rage! It is futile however, and before long he tires, where he is quickly dispatched by Dakudos' axe, cutting straight through his stomach, organs and spine to bisect the human in two!

This is too much for my poor heart

>Hercules got his fucking achilles tendon snibbed by stabo
How poetic.

However, in his death throes Hercule managed to even more seriously wound Stabo, who is now missing several legs, with cracked chitin, and now one of his claws are hacked off by a stray swing of the woodcutter's axe! The crabo, with fresh wounds on top of those received from his prior battles, is bleeding out in the corner, easy prey for Brownie, who has been skulking about on the outskirts of the fight since the beginning.
As he savours his victory, Brownie is soon brought to the sudden realisation that the Juggernaut, already damaged and seriously wounded, is being hacked apart by Dakudos! The PTSD riddled woodcutter has proven to be a serious force in the arena so far, with a great deal of damage dealt by his blade!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

As we return to the north where Purple Fist and Oleme are duking it out, it appears that Lady Krystal joins the fray after somehow becoming separated from her prior foe, Lava Lad. As the flaming, caped hero scurries to the south, seemingly intent on a different foe, the battered, yet unbroken form of the Lady steps up. Only wielding her whip, she lashes the duo and flings herself at them! With the melee reaching an all-time high, the first of the fighters to fall is Oleme! Having been crippled by one of Purple Fist’s amethyst fists, he drops like a sack of potatoes to be immediately brained by Lady Krystalxxx. With the elf out of the fight, the amethyst luchador turns his full attention to Lady Krystal, and roars a shrill, grating roar.

Pausing for a moment and turning pale with fright, the woman looks like she is almost ready to run, but stands her ground. In vain however, as Purple Fist lays on a smack down of epic proportions. Shattering her bones with every punch, the human is soon reduced to a pulped mass of flesh. Screaming in fury and her swollen eyes leaking angry tears, she continues to fight bravely, latching onto the rough skin of her foe with her teeth! Although her mouth is cut and torn at, she bites down anyway, shaking the stony flesh of her foe and actually chipping at the amethyst! Despite her efforts however, is isn’t long before a heavy purple fist slams into her skull, braining her and putting her decidedly down in the dirt, her blonde hair caked in mud and blood.
Purple Fist, exhilarated with its victory, stands tall and looks about for his next worthy foe…

>oleme
>dead

Elves suck dick at everything.
This is fact.

...

Urist McNudist, dodging away from a roaring Hercule, Hops about in a panic until he focuses on Steve, slashing inexpertly with his sword, injuring the insect man as Trihardin distracts him! His victory emboldens him, and as Steve collapses and bleeds out, Urist attacks Trihardin. Expertly dodging Trihardin's retaliation, Urist is too focused on the human to notice Mr Worldwide coming up behind, and is downed screaming by a spear plunging into his leg! The fight devolves into a three-way between Urist McNudist, scrambling about on the floor, Trihardin and Mr Worldwide. For a moment, the combatants are distracted as Urist Dye-Maker runs by in an uncharacteristic panic, his steel sword aloft, and Mr Worldwide plunges his steel spear into the dwarf's neck from behind, tearing the spine and sending the dye-maker crashing to the floor, paralysed. Even as the mad dwarf opens his mouth to scream Trihardin, wielding his conquered pick, swings at the downed warrior sending the head, it's face a rictus of agony and shock, sailing through the air.

Urist really has a thing for getting beheaded huh?

As they return to the melee, Urist McNudist, exhausted and horribly wounded, is finally killed, decapitated by Trihardin's pick in much the same fashion as the previous Urist. Now facing only the goblin, Trihardin hefts his steel pick and attacks!

The fight appears even for a moment, but it is clear that Mr Worldwide has experience with a weapon on his side, and soon Trihardin is struggling to stand, using his pick as a crutch in an ironic twist of fate. And yet, even as Trihardin realises his mistake, he casts aside the pick. Standing for a second, proud and indomitable, Trihardin allows himself to be stabbed deeply in the hip. As the goblin cruelly twists the spear free, Trihardin's eyes roll back into his skull, and he collapses face first, unconscious from the shock and pain.
It looks like it's all over for this master martial artist, who has come so far only to fall now, with a weapon by his side.

If Mr. Worldwide wins I'm gonna scream.

...

While Jackson runs hither and yon in a blind panic, his trollish instincts telling him to flee from the sudden cacophony of death that surrounds him, he somehow manages to avoid getting involved in one of the many sprawling melees. Avoiding Lava Lad, Edgedancer, and various bolts and blades, the troll’s tiny mind tells it to focus on one thing: flight.

Until, that is, Jackson makes the fatal mistake of barelling into Mr Worldwide before the final blow can be delivered upon Trihardin. The interruption of the terrified Jackson spares Trihardin's life momentarily, and Mr Worldwide turns to deal with the interloper, spitting in fury. Although Jackson fights back with his axe, the nimble goblin dodges it easily, and pierces the troll again and again with his spear, driving back his foe and proving the mastery of goblins once more. With a whimper, Jackson collapses, and is inevitably killed by a solid thrust of steel straight into the brain.

Damn Gobbo killing everything DS3 style.

With nothing left to keep him from his original victim, the goblin warrior raises his spear skyward. His red eyes fixated on the still breathing form of Trihardin beneath him. In a flash of steel, a shower of crimson blood, and the soft sound of flesh being pierced, Trihardin MrcLargehuge is no more.

CAN SOMEBODY STOP HIM

LAVA LAD WILL

What the FUCK is going?

Turning our attention eastwards once more, we focus on the dark form of He-Man's eternal rival. Skeletor, having begun the Royale by facing off against Light Plump Avenger, is in full form and determined not to let this foolish human escape his wrath. Having already beaten him soundly, Skeletor's attacks are interrupted by a wild swing from JC Denton, which momentarily keeps him from LPA, who gratefully catches his breath. Charging JC and sending him tumbling away with a few extra bruises, Skeletor's rage turns once more towards Light Plump Avenger, and the force of his Havoc staff redoubles. Helpless under the strength of the evil one, the Avenger is brutally smashed about, his bones breaking, his flesh pulped, until he finally falls unconscious from the pain. Slamming his mace into the fallen fighter's head again and again, Skeletor destroys Light Plump Avenger's skull, spilling blood and brains onto the arena.

LPA NO

YOU WERE ONE OF THE GOOD GUYS

Turning to the next offender, Skeletor sprints to the now exhausted and wounded JC. Running over and catching the agent in the side with his mace, Skeletor rapidly sends JC collapsing to the floor with a powerful blow of his staff. As JC falls unconscious, his spine shattered, both Skeletor and a fatigued Cimathi pile on the damage, . Soon the grand master swimmer is but a still pile of beaten flesh, and JC moves no more. Taking but a moment's respite, Skeletor's hollow sockets fixate on Cimathi, who's already pale flesh grows even paler, and the villain strides towards his next victim.
“What a rotten way to die!” Cackles Skeletor, hefting his mace with a fell and evil grin.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

EVIL KEEPS WINNING

Ulric, having been locked in a duel with Esquies Drath early on leaving the elf crippled, continued to chase the fleeing elf towards the major battle in the south, and getting involved in a few minor altercations on the way. Joining the other fighters, and trampling on the bodies of Dye-Maker, Trihardin, and any other unfortunate souls, Ulric finally catches up to Drath, and slams into him from behind, sending the elf tumbling away uncontrollably. Although Esquies manages to stand up, and even catch Ulric with the point of his sword, the iron mail handily deflects it! In a blur of iron, Ulric moves and the elf’s eyes widen! Snatching at the side of his head, one of Esquie’s ears falls away, leaving a trail of blood. Before they elf can retaliate properly, his foot is cut off in Ulric’s followup, and he tumbles to the floor! With his foe downed and bleeding heavily, it doesn’t take long for the Ulric to finish the fight, punching his enemy right in the face as the elf groggily raises his head! Leaving the stunned (and now considerably more toothless) elf to bleed out, Ulric shakes the sweat from his brow, and trains his eyes upon the nearby Mr Worldwide…

if both Skeletor and He-man win their respective rounds, I suggest that they go up against each other.

ULRIC COME ON YOU HAVE TO KILL THAT GOBLIN

GOBLINS CAN'T BE ALLOWED TO WIN AGAIN

We return to the east once more where Dakudos is locked in mortal combat with the Juggernaut of Erid Alun, while a frightened and disbelieving Brownie watches from not far off. The iron man is clearly not long for this world, reduced to a pile of shattered metal and unable to stand. Having been attacked from all sides by a variety of foes during the course of the Royale, his shields have finally buckled and fallen from shattered arms. The iron golem, groaning and with gas billowing out from various gashes and cracks, seems to accept his fate. Leaning against the wall of the arena, the warrior stops resisting, and lays his head against the stone. He is finally put down by the flat of the dwarf's axe, smacking the brittle iron right off of the elemental warrior's brittle neck, and ending the Juggernaut of Erid Alun in a final blow.

>it's a filler episode

Now, with no one to help him against the raging dwarf, Brownie is forced to take a stand. Holding his own, the boldest of kobolds actually does quite well, managing to keep his foe in check while Dakudos rages and batters at him. The crafty little spearman is eventually caught off guard by the sudden charge of Dakudos, who bodily slams him to the earth and hacks at his stomach. Now grievously injured, Brownie is clearly at a disadvantage, and begins to accrue more serious wounds. In a final act of spite, the kobold drops his spear and flings himself at the woodcutter, biting him savagely in the leg. An easy target, Brownie is sent spinning away by a particularly mighty strike of the axe, and his little body comes to rest in a corner of the arena, where it moves no more.

>fuck wrong pic, here's the proper log

Double digger, having accrued a lot of injuries over the course of the fight, is in poor shape. Missing his foot, the plucky miner has been chasing Ulric all over pretty much ever since the Royale began, yet without doing much harm with his picks.He is handicapped even further when Edgedancer, skulking out of sight, lunges with his dagger and stabs DD in the hand, crippling it and removing one of his copper picks from the fray! Focused on his duel against Mr Worldwide, Ulric has been forced to kneel from his wounds, for all the good his iron armour does him, it is nigh useless against the superior steel of Mr Worldwide’s spear! But Ulric refuses to give in as the two warriors fight, and the stalwart knight manages to cut off the goblin's hand, removing the threat of the spear and giving him a few seconds to ready himself! Shrugging off the blows of Double Digger and relying on his now torn and shattered armour to protect him, Ulric swings at Mr Worldwide, his sword tearing through the soft flesh of the green menace and spilling his entrails! As Mr Worldwide howls and retches, trying to pull his guts back into his stomach, he is finished by a final blow from Ulric, the sword cleaving through his neck and removing his head.

WOOO
ULRIC IS DA MVP

YES

HE DID IT

Edgedancer has been expertly dodging/running in blind terror from the other combatants, yet was still wounded by a rapid strike from Oleme early on, which shattered his hand and forced him to drop his steel dagger. Now, the Kobold appears to be fixated on Ulric, who has been an absolutely indomitable force this royale. In fact, the knight is being attacked by Lava Lad (who has crawled over towards the southern battle), Double Digger and Edgedancer all at once! Ulric hacks and swings about with his sword, managing to cut off the Digger's thumb, and most of Lava Lad's legs. His desperation mounting and struggling to stay above the tide of bodies, Ulric finally swings mightily, and shears straight through Lava Lad's midsection! The magma man garbles and moans unintelligibly, before collapsing and forming a heated pool of lifeless molten rock, ignored by the other fighters in the wild frenzy of their attempts to take down the incredibly dangerous threat of Ulric.

>tfw you were rooting for Ulric after he killed Worldwide
>tfw he kills your champion literally moments after

the battle royale of course!

This will be the last of Ulric's victories however, as Dakudos joins the fray. Laying about wildly with his axe, it appears that both Edgedancer and Ulric will be killed in his frenzy! It is not so however, for as soon as Ulric, absolutely spent and beyond his limits, collapses in exhaustion, a moment of understanding seems to flicker between Edgedancer and Dakudos. In a shocking turn of events, the pair drop their weapons and begin tag-team wrestling Ulric's prone form! Tearing bones from their sockets, bending limbs over hips, and biting and tearing in an anything-goes beat down, the two erstwhile allies systematically destroy every bone and joint in Ulric's body! This goes on for so long, that Purple Fist, seeing the wrestling match, is beyond excited and rushes in to participate! Throwing himself at Edgedancer, the elemental warrior catches him in a chokehold and begins squeezing! Edgedancer chitters and yelps frantically, but soon grows limp with his purple tongue lolling from his mouth, and eyes bulging hideously from their sockets. Dropping the still corpse of the kobold and flushed with victory, Purple Fist raises his amethyst arms and flexes to cheers from the audience!

Rest in peace Ulric, you fought well.

Also, it appears that Double Digger, as good at dodging as he is, has quietly bled to death while no one was paying attention. A bit of a humiliating death, considering this man was sent as a special envoy of his mining company. Ah well, that's life in the arena, where death happens over the slightest mistakes, and pvp is sometimes super unfair and fucking bullshit with absolutely retarded hitboxes. Or, uh, something along those lines.

Fuck.

It was the severed thumb that got him

Overly ambitious and eager to please, the amethyst man continues his onslaught by slamming his fist into Ulric's head. Too strong! The bone and flesh are pulped, and the knight is killed, much to the dismay of the crowd. Before Purple Fist can even realise his mistake, an enraged Dakudos snatches his axe up and slams the blade into the luchador's body. Cut entirely in half, Purple Fist is killed instantly, and his body shatters against the stone as it falls.
Looking at the limp form of Edgedancer for a moment, the dwarf snaps from his daze and looks about at what remains of his enemies.

>t. DSP

THIS IS BULLSHIT, I LITERALLY HAD NO CONTROL OVER MY CHARACTER

FUCKING HIDEO KOJIMA, RUINING GAMES HE'S NOT EVEN INVOLVED IN.

I have an identity crisis.

I'm a boogeyman trapped in a human's body, so I know how you feel.

i dont get this recurring post.

I am the reason you fear the night, I know how you feel

FUCKING ONLINE PLAY, SEE? I WAS HITTING THE BUTTON AND NOTHING HAPPENS, I WAS BLOCKING!

Oh, uh also apparently Dorf the Dwarf and Dick-Ass Thief were killed by Mr Worldwide some time ago, while he was duelling Ulric.

Replaying their deaths via the Necromantic Oculum Rift™, it appears that Dick-Ass Thief had been running around doing his best to not die and not involving himself in too many fights, until he made the same fatal error as Jackson in getting in range of Mr Worldwide's spear, dying to the same guy twice in one tournament.

GOD, HOLD ON, I NEED TO SNEEZE FOR A SEC

>cuts off camera for 5 minutes to totally sneeze and not look up the best strategy to winning in the arena

OK I'M BACK, I SUDDENLY REMEMBERED WHAT I'M MEANT TO BE DOING.

Dorf was also killed by Mr Worldwide, who had amassed quite the kda by the time he was decapitated by Ulric's valiant blade. Sparing but a moment to attack the Dye-Maker, Dorf spent his last few moments alive getting stabbed repeatedly, and I mean, he was really stabbed a whole lot before finally bleeding to death. Considering how long he spent between unconcious and dying, it looks like Mr Worldwide was actually having a lot of fun just idly stabbing this one dwarf. Sick bastard.

Now, cutting back to the present:
The little body of the kobold, it's face hideously distorted and small nicks in it's neck running with blood, seems to goad the dwarf on. Indeed, the fighting has already led to the death of almost all our fighters. Those that are left are:

>Skeletor
>Dakudos
>Cimathi

And...

The previously, almost completely unmentioned Gorilla with a Gun...

I FORGOT ABOUT GWAG
HE CAN DO IT

As he batters the olm woman back and forth, Skeletor casts an eye to the east and fixes his glaring sockets upon Gorilla with a Gun. Unable to abandon his desire to slay Cimathi so easily, Skeletor actually leaps behind her such that she is between him and the gorilla! As Bolts whizz by, the underdark denizen is pierced repeatedly by the bolts. Using all his cunning, the nefarious human shatters he bones, and breaks her spine with his Havoc staff with a mighty blow! Crushing her head like an egg as she falls, and with yet another kill to his name, Skeletor cannot help but stand over the broken form of the olm woman, and he shrieks in evil laughter, one foot placed over his latest victim. It's too soon to rejoice however! A copper bolt whizzes by and plants itself in Skeletor's thigh! The laughter turns to a hiss, and Skeletor falls to one knee, unable to stand. Turning to look at Gorilla with a Gun, the evil one begins to painfully drag himself over.

As he tries his evilest to take down the master marksman, Skeletor is hammered by bolts, until his legs and chest resemble nothing so much as a red and quivering mass of blood and copper. There are only three fighters remaining now Dakudos, on one side of the arena, and Skeletor and GwaG on the other. In poor shape and bleeding heavily, Skeletor notices too late the staggering charge of Dakudos, who actually leaps straight over the pool in the middle of the arena to attack his foe. Struck once by the pommel of the woodcutter's axe, the dastardly human parries the next strike just in time, although it is clear that Skeletor is at his limit. And so it proves to be the case, as Dakudos brings his reign of terror to an end in just two more violent, screaming strokes. As the mask slips loose from Skeletor’s decapitated head and clatters to the arena, a single tear rolls down He-Man's otherwise impassive face, and he turns his head to look away from the body.

>a single tear rolls down He-Man's otherwise impassive face, and he turns his head to look away from the body

...

As the last two gladiators face off, GwaG softly hoots, and raises his now reloaded crossbow. Dakudos' energy seems to leave his body, and he gasps, rivulets of sweat pouring down his blood-soaked body. Without the strength to run, the axedwarf raises his axe and totters towards the sharpshootin' simian. He swings once, and immediately falls over as the momentum drags him down. Forcing himself up, Dakudos wills himself to continue the fight. The gorilla is too nimble for the old dwarf however, and each time GwaG dodges about until the dwarf collapses, he plants a shot. A bolt to the leg here, another to the dwarf's liver. Now a shot to the chest, and now one right between the ribs. Dakudos, unable to deliver a single strike with his axe, is shot again and again. In the head, in the leg and even in the throat. Finally, the elderly dwarf groans and drops his axe, softly sinking to his knees with blood cascading down his chest. Gorilla with a Gun aims his crossbow once more, but does not release. Realising that Dakudos will never rise again, Gorilla with a Gun looks about, unfazed by the carnage all about him. As the Champion of the Battle Royale calmly sits down and picks at his toenails, a deafening, soul-chilling, ecstatic roar fills the arena.

DF Tourney-themed RPG when?

Gorilla with a Gun is the winner of the Battle Royale.

...

FUCKING GWAG WON
I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT.

A fucking gorilla.

>the gorilla wins
I don't feel any anger, but not any happiness either.

>The battle royale was one by an actual macaque who just sat there with his thumb up his big red ass and waited for everyone else to die before killing off the last stragglers.
I'm not sure how to feel about this.

This is gonna become a meme isn't it

I seem to have ballsed up somehow, I have just started a new fortress and i'm trying to get my dorfs to idle in the temp dining area i made but they're just milling around where the cart used to be. I have no idea how to remedy this

You have to admit, that was some real fucking strategy from GwaG there, waiting for everyone else to tire themselves out, then ending it all by shooting his opponent in the FUCKING THROAT!

Praise him

I'm not sure if I feel ready for the finals after this.

Have you set it as a meeting hall?