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Date   : 02/04/2020    Duedate: 03/02/2020


DM-83    TURN-165

This Weeks Top Honors


(83-547) [14-5-2,161]

Chartered Recognition Leader   Unchartered Recognition Leader

RED DEATH                      SIR ROUND
THE DRAGONS (65)               QUEEN'S GUARD (68)
(83-547) [14-5-2,161]          (83-590) [7-2-0,75]

Popularity Leader              This Weeks Favorite

KING CHAPPA                    FRENEMY
KAME HOUSE (61)                RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)
(83-527) [11-8-1,70]           (83-600) [2-1-0,15]



Team Name                  Point Gain  Chartered Team
1. THE DRAGONS (65)            55
2. QUEEN'S GUARD (68)          32      THE DRAGONS (65)
3. NFL NETWORK (63)            23      Unchartered Team
4. SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57)       20
5. SORCERER KINGS (66)         11      RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)

The Top Teams

Career Win-Loss Record           W   L  K    %  Win-Loss Record Last 3 Turns    W  L K
 1/ 1*RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)       11   4  0 73.3   1/ 3*RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)      11  4 0
 2/ 4 THE DRAGONS (65)          50  39  3 56.2   2/ 1 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64)  10  5 0
 3/ 3 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64)   53  44  3 54.6   3/ 5*QUEEN'S GUARD (68)        9  5 0
 4/ 5*QUEEN'S GUARD (68)        24  20  0 54.5   4/ 8 THE DRAGONS (65)          8  5 1
 5/ 2 KAME HOUSE (61)           51  44  3 53.7   5/ 6 NFL NETWORK (63)          7  5 1
 6/ 7 NFL NETWORK (63)          50  45  4 52.6   6/ 2 KAME HOUSE (61)           6  9 0
 7/ 6 HOUSE OF FUR (62)         52  48  1 52.0   7/ 7 HOUSE OF FUR (62)         5 10 0
 8/ 8 SORCERER KINGS (66)       45  50  4 47.4   8/ 4 SORCERER KINGS (66)       5 10 0
 9/ 9 SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57)     42  97  3 30.2   9/ 9 SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57)     3 11 0

    '*'   Unchartered team                       '-'  Team did not fight this turn
   (###)  Avoid teams by their Team Id          ##/## This turn's/Last turn's rank

                                    TEAM SPOTLIGHT

Nemesis and Channel Master neared the entrance to the Temple of Blood. Legend had it 
that the Tome of Knowledge was housed here. They would need the Tome to close the 
Chaos Gates, or so Riff Raff said. Nemesis was not entirely sure she could trust this 
Riff Raff yet. Something about his shifty eyes and nervous glances made her nervous. 

Riff Raff was a mystery for another time. She had to have all her focus on the task at 
hand. Rumor had it the Tome was guarded by several of the deadliest demons known to 
man.  As Nemesis and Channel Master neared the door to the broken and battered Temple, 
howls and other worldly moans came from the blackness beyond. 

Nemesis turned to Channel Master and said, "Are we ready to enter?" 

Channel Master, with a nervous smile said, "After you..." 

The two mangers from Telorinthe took their first steps into the darkness.....
                                  -- to be cont. --


     "You couldn't have brought us to a flatter shadow?" 
     Channel Master looked down at Nemesis, trying to ignore the long, unmitigated 
fall that tugged at his center of gravity.  Hanging with only the fingers of his left 
hand, and trying to shake out the numbness in his right forearm, the NFL Network 
manager still managed a shrug.  "I was trying to put some distance between us and that 
nasty demon posse chasing us."  Channel Master squinted through the fog at the single 
lithe dark bulk moving beneath them up the lonely granite mountain.  "There's only one 
left, but I think it may be gaining on us." Channel Master could now clearly see the 
demon's face staring up at him, as it too rested.
     Something like a smile crossed its grotesque features, revealing a surprisingly 
white jumble of sharp and ragged teeth.  Slowly, methodically the demon again began to 
clim the nearly sheer rock face as the two young managers from Telorinthe scrambled 
up.  Above them, just beyond the rocky peak, rotated the varigated pattern of the 
Chaos Gate.
     This one was big -- huge even -- incredibly bright, and seemed to pull them 
towards it, making their clim just a tiny bit easier with every upward movement.  The 
bag squirmed at his waist, something inside moving agitatedly.  At the base of the 
mountain, the Tome of Knowledge they'd stolen had been solidly book-ish in both form 
and behavior.  But about halfway up the mountain, something inside the bag had begun 
to shudder and move, and now it felt as if it were perhaps looking to claw its own way 
out.  Channel Master grunted as he found the next hold with his right hand, a tiny 
hold for his left foot, and began his ascent back up the mountain.
     If they could just reach the top before whatever was chasing them, Nemesis could 
make contact with Queen Artemis and pull them through.  Their mission accomplished, 
they could finally relax.  "I think we're about to have company," Nemesis shouted.
     Channel Master tried to discern the direction she was looking, and in the 
distance something big and definitely airborne was headed their way.  As a Shadow 
Walker, there were certain skills Channel Master had picked up along the way: he was 
good at (among other things) math, sarcastic remarks, and accurately estimating speed 
and distance. The calculation didn't look good for the brave pair.  "We are going to 
need some help!" He shouted to Nemesis.
     "And fast!" Below, the demon so close now they could hear it chitter excitedly, 
the four legged being surged ahead, dextrously leaping from hold to hold, closing the 
gap rapidly as the strength and endurance of the two (mostly) humans faded.
     They were perhaps one hundred feet from the summit, but after all exertion of the 
last three days, it might as well have been a mile.  "This way!" Channel Master 
shouted, as he angled up and to the side toward a small rocky outcrop.  It was 
something like a shelf, and looked wide enough for them to sit on.  He'd intended to 
pass it on his way to the top, but they stood a better chance there than being run 
down from above and below by the minions of hell.  
     Nemesis reached out for Channel Master's hand, and he pulled her up on the shelf.  
Their feet dangled over the edge, a seeming thousand foot fall below them as the fall 
faded into the cloudy mist and jagged rocks below.  "Are we close enough for you to 
make contact?" Nemesis looked up, squinting ferociously.
     "We'd better be. If this is where we're going to make our stand, I won't have a 
chance to get any closer."  She looked down at the demon who was resting again, his 
quarry seeming to have given up.  Whatever the flying thing was had banked hard left 
and they lost sight of it around the curve of the mountain.
     "We could really use one of your famous distractions right now, if you've got any 
more tricks up your sleeve." 
     "Well, I do have that wand Dad gave me for my birthday." 
     Nemesis scooted quickly sideways and turned towards Channel Master, incredulous.  
"NOW you tell me about this magic wand of yours?" 
     Channel Master shrugged.  "I know what it does in Telorinthe.  Magic items get 
notoriously fickle the further you move away in shadow from their home world."  
Smacking the now vigorously roiling bag with his hand to quiet it down, he reached 
into his boot and pulled out the long straight rod made of walnut.  
     "What does it do?"  Nemesis, momentarily forgetting the danger they were in, 
admired the beauty of the simple magic relic.  
     "Like that ring your Dad is always talking about?" 
     "Maybe.  He wouldn't let me try it out, so I can't be sure.  But he's never lied 
to me before."  They both laughed.  Being the son of a half demon meant the truth was 
maleable, and since the End often justified the Means, you always had to take what he 
said with a grain of salt.  Or a shaker.  
     Nemesis looked up and pointed at the large dark bulk that appeared, moving fast 
and straight at them, through the misty fog of the cloud bank surrounding the mountain 
peak.  "Give me as much time as you can!" Nemesis began chanting rhythmically, reaching 
out with her mind through the Chaos Gate that pulled at her being, her consciousness, 
distracting her, enticing her, calling her to move quickly up the mountain and into 
its saving embrace.  But years of training hardened her concentration, as she cast her 
thoughts and a quick mental image through the gate.  "Danger!" She broadcast.  "Death!  
Mischief!  Impending doom."  
     Images of a horde of demons pouring out of the Temple of Blood as the two ran, 
Channel Master carrying the book like a football under his arm.  Of travels through 
the nightmarish shadows near the Temple of Blood.  Of the clim up the mountain, and 
finally the rotating image of the impossibly large, impossibly strong Chaos Gate that 
beckoned above.  She amplified the message, she repeated it, and she slumped against 
the cool wall of the rock face.
     After a moment, she opened an eye and peeked at Channel Master.  In his hands he 
held a small piece of paper, and he seemed to be reading it, silently mouthing ther 
words as he manipulated the rod with his opposite hand.  "What are you doing?"
     "Just reading the instructions.  Dad says you can never be too careful with a new 
     "DO SOMETHING!" Nemesis screamed as the flying beast dove straight at them, 
snapping its short bat like wings taut and straight back like a falcon and making a 
horrific sound as it rocketed toward them.  
     Channel Master pointed the wand, repeated the word of power, and snapped his 
wrist JUST SO!  
     Out of the wand fired -- not a fireball.
     There was no heat.
     There was no kickback on Channel Master's arm either, as he expected.  Something 
FLEW out of the wand, head first, then wings beating mightily and finally a long 
sinuous tail. It was small at first, the size of the wand, but the longer it existed 
the larger it grew.
     It barreled directly for the flying demon who swerved erratically to the site to 
avoid it, curving far and away and into the cloud cover, disappearing momentarily in 
the cover.  "It's a dragon!" Nemesis shouted, hopping up and down on the ledge.
     "Send it after that thing below us." Pointing his wand like some kind of 
controller, Channel Master brought the Wand Dragon around and headed it directly for 
the beast below them.
     "Fireball!" Channel Master screamed and the Wand Dragon opened its mouth emitting 
a very realistic and oddly cold ball of fire ball directly at the beast which ducked 
its head and shouted in some kind of language that sounded like the scratching of 
nails on a blackboard.
     Channel Master and Nemesis covered their ears, trying to dull the sound.
     A transparent dome encircled the demon briefly, just before the fireball hit the 
     There was no percussion, no heat, no scattering of granite.
     The fireball just disappeared into the mountain.  Nemesis scanned the skies.
     "There!"  She shouted.
     The flying thing was coming back.  Again Channel Master manipulated the Wand 
Beast, sending him low into the clouds and bringing him up before the flying beast 
could alter its flight.
     The two beasts crashed into each other and.... only they didn't.
     The flying demon, bracing itself for impact with the illusory dragon, had lost 
temporary sight of the mountain and crashed into its granite side.
     It slid quickly down the mountain, talons cutting great gashes into the stone, 
until it found its purchase a couple hundred below the pair.
     It looked up at them, pure hate in its eyes, and spread its wings.  Channel 
Master slid the wand back into his boot.
     "Dad would kill me if I lost this!"  He looked haplessly at Nemesis.
     "Any luck?" The flying beast jumped into the air below them, and sailed off into 
the clouds, screaming it's horrific cry.
     Below them, the climbing demon answered back.
     Above them, the Chaos Gate beckoned.
     "I don't know," Nemesis answered, feeling angry that they had been so foolish to 
get themselves in this position.
     "I think we may have to try and make a run for it.""Look!"  Channel Master 
shouted, pointed straight at the Chaos Gate.  One!
     Now three full sized dragons flew straight out of the gate.
     Dragon Master rode the first, and she smiled and waved cheerily as she flew by.
     "Hi sis!"  Then her face turned ferocious as she saw the flying beast bearing 
directly for her.
     The two met again in mid-air, but this time the flying demon neither swerved nor 
braced itself, appearing to believe this was just another illusion.
     It fell in four or five pieces to the valley floor below.  The second and third 
dragons hovered nearby, Queen Artemis and Wailin' Van Halen motioning for the two to 
jump on.
     Channel Master jumped and was quickly grabbed by Wailin', who flew back towards 
the Chaos Gate.  Nemesis jumped at the same time as the demon below, who intercepted 
her and nearly knocked her into the abyss.
     Queen Artemis grabbed Nemesis by the arm and ordered the dragon to rise.
     The demon's hand slipped from a tenuous grip on Nemesis' belt, to her legs, and 
its grip finally caught Nemesis' ankle as the two rose towards the Chaos Gate.
     It's claws dug tightly into her boots and she cried out in pain.  Dragon Master 
watched helplessly from below as the demon held tightly to Nemesis' ankle and rose 
with them through the Chaos Gate, howling ferociously as the maelstrom swallowed 
dragon, riders and stowaway.
     She couldn't get close enough to pick the demon off without risking losing 
Nemesis, too, and Red Dragon's fireball would kill the riders.  "I wonder what Dad's 
going to say about THAT!" the young Duelmistress thought as she felt the Gate swirl 
around her and she burst with a pop! back into Alastari. 


                                    Dark Stoicism

The giant sword cut a furrow into the dirt. The night's light reflected from a few 
patches on its slowly rusting blade, which rose out through an upturned mouth. The 
ricasso head stretched past a crossguard of outstretched hands. The stylized fighter 
handle stood on a pommel skull. Two beefy hands grasped the figure's body. The sword 
was massive, like the warrior holding it, called Stoic. The sword was sleek and 
battle-worn, the warrior was bloated and uncertain. Towering though he was, even under 
plates of armor, fat rolls peeked out. One might wonder if the cook decided to go to 
war while the soldiers stayed in the kitchen.

Stoic looked back. His manager, memory, had been there just a moment ago, but the tree 
line had misted over, obscuring the entrance. He shrugged under the weight of the 
armor and looked through his helmet. The moonlight was bright on a clearing in the 
forest. All was deadly quiet, night mist roiling. His sollrets clunking through patchy 
grass occasionally broke the silence. It would be serene, but he could feel eyes 
everywhere and the promise of death. This was not a quiet forest and certainly not the 
boisterous and sandy arena he normally fought in. This was the Dark Arena, final 
resting spot of the failed gladiator. 

                                        * * *

"I can do better. I can! Please!" Stoic pleaded but memory was unmoved. "My decision 
is final. You don't have the desire to live a life of war. You have not grown into the 
gladiator name I gave you." Stoic was on his knees, begging, searching memory's 
unseeing eyes for hope. Memory's mouth tightened as he let out an almost imperceptible 
sigh. He pulled the hood of his tight black cloak over his head, turned, and drifted 

"Wyvern, please. Surely you can save me?" The trainer put a hand on his shoulder. With 
Stoic on his knees, he and the diminutive trainer were eye to eye. An immortal warrior 
with many years and many deaths behind her, she did not harbor his fear of the 
unknown. "Today's fight is over. Tomorrow we will train for the next." She locked eyes 
with him, passing on some of her inner resolve. "Come," she bade, as she led him from 
the infirmary back to their training hall.

                                        * * * 

A biting pain seared through an exposed flap of skin on his stomach. His mind had 
wandered away from the fight. His opponent, a Dark Arena champion, had entered 
silently. An elf stood before him, two feet shorter, but standing tall and towering 
above Stoic by confidence and bearing if not physical height. He might have been a 
glimmering angel, moonbeams dancing on exquisite silver mail. The elf brought his 
needle-thin sword up, hilt to face, blade skyward, in honorable warrior salute. He was 
sure he had won, and everyone knew it. He had time to honor the walking dead. 

                                        * * * 

Old Wyvern snaked a short spear under his guard, stopping just short of cutting. She 
always used her deadly spear, even in training, such was her skill and control. He had 
a greatsword, blunted for training, but massive. "I can barely move it. How can I 
train or fight if it's too heavy?" He felt a familiar and painful whack from the blunt 
end of Wyvern's spear. "Don't blame the sword. Desire victory and the sword will 
move." She struck again and he moved to the side, not moving the sword so much as 
standing it in the path of the attack. The parry was unorthodox but successful. 
"That'll do. Now strike!"

                                        * * * 

Stoic tried to recall his training as the fight continued. It wasn't working. He was 
bleeding profusely. He fell back on his reserves of strength and willpower. Slash, 
cut, smash... the elf was striking every weak spot in his armor, inflicting damage at 
will. Circle, stab, circle, slash, circle, cut. Stoic had been on the ground twice 
before struggling to his feet, stumbling and throwing up defenses with little success. 
He felt frustrated and clumsy but kept defending. Maybe the attacks were coming more 

                                        * * * 

The arena crowd was restless, only moderately attentive to the morning's rookie 
warriors. The sand worked its way between his toes. He was just a boy. His parents did 
not love their son so much as an arena bounty. Stoic was scared and slow and the man 
in front of him wished him harm. And harm he did. Stoic cowered behind his shield, 
without even a weapon. "It's better this way. Rely on your hands. I want to see what 
you can do," memory had said. Stoic was bruised and bleeding. His opponent was more 
tired than injured, exhausted, really. Under a slowly diminishing rain of blows, Stoic 
heard calls from his teammates. "Now strike!" They were yelling frantically. He peered 
over his shield to see his opponent, sweating, breathing heavily, grip loosening on 
his sword. The attacking gladiator overextended above his head, ready to deliver 
another hacking, unopposed blow. Stoic roared upward to his full height, at the same 
time sending his shield through the surprised gladiator's face. Blood spattered, he 
flipped once and landed face down with a thud, sword flying end over end to land ten 
feet away. The crowd gasped for a moment then roared. His team roared. He looked to 
see memory, gazing forward blindly as always, but clearly smiling at him.

                                        * * * 

Back in the night mist, he was tired and hurt. After a long fight, minutes under this 
barrage. It must happen soon. Stoic knew he would die. But he wasn't dead yet. He saw 
the elf circling, waiting for another attack. He saw the moonlight and the trees. He 
felt the watching eyes. He felt memory and old Wyvern and his team. He knew they could 
see. He felt his opponents and all the gladiators in him for this moment. He felt his 
parents, who only saw in him a mouth to feed. He saw the high elf, still glistening, 
now with sweat -- still looking down on Stoic -- looking down not with haughty 
indignation as before, but the desperation of a man trying to chop down a stone tower 
and just realizing his error. Stoic saw not confidence but desperation. For the first 
time, resignation gave way to fury. "Strike Now," he heard in his mind.

The elf leapt forward, blade flashing. Stoic spun to his right, pulling the massive 
blade in his wake. The elf and his blade shot through the spot Stoic had been, then 
turned back in disbelief at the unexpected life in his easy quarry. "Strike Now," 
Stoic thought, as he continued his spin, continued his fury, pulling the blade full 
circle, letting out a roar that called all the judging eyes to witness.

The blade felt warm in his hand. He struggled to catch his breath. The arc of the 
blade had pulled him another half circle away from his opponent. He looked back at the 
elf, ready for the next attack. The elf's body stood, head lying on its shoulder, neck 
detached entirely where the blade had hewn through. The head's eyes were still open, 
judging differently now, askew. Immortal these Dark Arena champions were, and 
immortality makes death an odd thing. Stoic fell to his knees, sobbing. The fight was 
over. And it might never end. 

                                          -- memory

                                 DUELMASTER'S COLUMN
                             Notes from the arena champ.

<div dir="ltr">Warriors of Telorinthe , Face me and die 
!!B <div><br></div><div>That is all for now 
!!B </div><div><br></div><div>Red Death of the DragonsB </div></div>

                                      SPY REPORT

     If you were disturbed from your beauty rest only to have to watch a bunch of 
TELORINTHE brutes like you, you'd be grouchy, too.  Later days, THE FEROCIOUS FIVE, 
since RIFF-RAFF CREW took top team from you this turn, you guys are old news.  Now 
keep the taverns open late tonight, for there are sorrows to drown for KAME HOUSE, 
whose 0-5-0 this turn dropped them by 4 into 6th.  Ha!  THE DRAGONS turned their 
4-1-0 turn into a 4th place rank in the listings this turn.  Any better than this, 
and you get put on hit lists.  Gee, I'm impressed, a 3-1-1 is nice, but don't get 
cocky, NFL NETWORK, the Fates teach humility, and the Fates are proud.  And if 
variety is the spice of life, TELORINTHE may be getting bland, as RED DEATH stays top 
dog in the city.  The Warty Toad, humph!  I've tasted better ale at mortuaries.  
Where do they get this stuff?  From TELORINTHE's trash dumps?   
     He who fights and runs away will live to fight another day, the coward.  
TELORINTHE, I am losing what little hope I had in you.  THE FEROCIOUS FIVE the most 
avoided team?  What insult will suffice, I cannot say.  And who led the way in this 
mass act of cowardice?  Let's see, well, whatcha know?  It was SORCERER KINGS.  Ha ha 
ha ha!  SIR ROUND was challenged more times this turn than the Duelmaster.  Now was 
the DM insulted or feared?  Heh, heh.  I guess I can give a little credit to 
NIGHTMARE of THE DRAGONS for challenging up by 22 to HARLEY.  NIGHTMARE won to get 89 
points of recognition.   
     Death and Taxes.  The less death I see, the more it taxes my patience.  Let's 
see if anyone's dead or dying.  And what a stunning loss we have here, boys and 
girls, SIR CUMBVENT of QUEEN'S GUARD has added the final loss to his 2-6-0.  Tee hee! 
And one more turn will show if NFL NETWORK can successfully bloodfeud that elusive 
RED DEATH over CAM NEWTON.  Titanium shields and bamboo daggers, guess what brave 
team is developing these kinds of weapons?   
     What does the TELORINTHE arena have in common with the inns?  It's just as 
comfortable to sleep in either place.  Ha ha ha ha!  Just wait 'till next time I show 
up here, I won't be so nice!  So nyaaah!  Glad to see the back of this place-- Snide 

DUELMASTER                     W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 RED DEATH 547             AB 14   5  2   161       THE DRAGONS (65)

CHAMPIONS                      W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 NIGHTMARE 545             ST 11   8  1    89       THE DRAGONS (65)
 PUKEI 557                 AB 12   6  0    85       KAME HOUSE (61)
 J.J. WATT 535             TP 14   6  0    79       NFL NETWORK (63)
 SIR ROUND 590             ST  7   2  0    75       QUEEN'S GUARD (68)
 BORYS 554                 TP 11   8  1    71       SORCERER KINGS (66)
 KING CHAPPA 527           LU 11   8  1    70       KAME HOUSE (61)
 HARLEY 564                ST 10   7  0    68       HOUSE OF FUR (62)

CHALLENGER ADEPTS              W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 CHOCO 530                 SL 12   8  0    64       HOUSE OF FUR (62)
 GARFIELD 529              TP 13   7  0    62       HOUSE OF FUR (62)
 MASTER ROSHI 524          LU 11   8  0    62       KAME HOUSE (61)
 SIX FLAGS 469             BA  9  14  0    61       SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57)
 SIR CUMBSTANCE 592        AB  6   3  0    61       QUEEN'S GUARD (68)

ADEPTS                         W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 KING KILLER 543           LU  9  10  1    54       THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64)
 VICIOUS VENOM 540         WS 12   7  1    52       THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64)
 GREG OLSEN 581            SL  8   5  1    51       NFL NETWORK (63)
 BURGER KING 559           TP 12   6  0    46       THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64)
 GUILFORD 558              BA  8  10  2    45       KAME HOUSE (61)
 REESE'S PB 438            WS  8  20  0    44       SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57)
 WYAN 553                  LU 11   8  2    43       SORCERER KINGS (66)
 MANIAC MAULER 542         AB 11   9  1    43       THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64)                  *
 ICE MAN 468               AB  9  14  1    42       SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57)
 SKY 544                   SL  7  12  0    42       THE DRAGONS (65)
 MIDNIGHT 573              SL  7   8  0    41       HOUSE OF FUR (62)                        *
 PUAR 526                  LU  9  10  0    37       KAME HOUSE (61)                          *

CHALLENGER INITIATES           W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 MANGO CHUTNEY 579         AB  7   6  0    32       THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64)
 LALALI-PUY 588            PR  5   7  1    29       SORCERER KINGS (66)
 HOT YOGA 602              PR  3   0  0    28       RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)
 WINDSHEAR 580             AB  7   6  0    27       THE DRAGONS (65)

CHALLENGER INITIATES           W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 SIR MUNN 609              TP  4   1  0    24       QUEEN'S GUARD (68)                       *

INITIATES                      W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 RAGE QUIT 598             LU  2   1  0    19       RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)
 PHYSICALITY 599           BA  2   1  0    19       RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)
 ANTONIO BROWN 612         SL  4   2  1    18       NFL NETWORK (63)
 SIR CULE 591              LU  4   5  0    17       QUEEN'S GUARD (68)
 MOOSE HEAD 596            PL  3   8  0    17       SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57)                    *
 TACO CAT 606              BA  3   5  1    16       HOUSE OF FUR (62)
 FRENEMY 600                   2   1  0    15       RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)                      [ST-TP]
 DEATH BRINGER 618         TP  1   0  0    13       THE DRAGONS (65)                         *
 ERIK DICKERSON 615        LU  2   3  0     9       NFL NETWORK (63)
 CHARMING KITTEN 601           2   1  0     7       RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)                      [ST-TP]
 ANDROPINIS 616            LU  1   3  0     6       SORCERER KINGS (66)
 ANAEL BLACKFEATHER 608        0   2  0     2       SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57)                    [PS-ST]

'-' denotes a warrior who did not fight this turn.

THE DEAD                W  L K TEAM NAME            SLAIN BY              TURN Revenge?
CAM NEWTON 534         13  4 0 NFL NETWORK 63       RED DEATH 547         162   
SIR CUMBVENT 593        2  7 0 QUEEN'S GUARD 68     ANTONIO BROWN 612     165   
HAMANU 556             10  8 0 SORCERER KINGS 66    RED DEATH 547         164   
KING A 617              0  1 0 SORCERER KINGS 66    SPYMASTER             165  NONE

                                     PERSONAL ADS

Maniac Mauler -- I finally forgive you for killing my first Skyler.  But I still wish 
that I could kill you. -- The Dragons

Master Darque -- Don't say I didn't warn you.  My name is Red Death.  It has death in 
it's name, which means you're going to die. SEE! -- Red Death

                                  LAST WEEK'S FIGHTS

KING A was butchered by SPYMASTER in a 1 minute bloody Dark Arena fight.
NIGHTMARE vanquished HARLEY in a 1 minute uneven Challenge battle.
KING KILLER was demolished by SIR ROUND in a 1 minute uneven Challenge fight.
WYAN was devastated by SIX FLAGS in a popular 1 minute one-sided Challenge contest.
SIR CUMBSTANCE subdued BURGER KING in a 2 minute bloody Challenge competition.
VICIOUS VENOM unbelievably bested GUILFORD in a 2 minute Challenge fight.
CHOCO devastated MANIAC MAULER in a 1 minute one-sided Challenge competition.
SKY overcame ICE MAN in a 2 minute Challenge melee.
MIDNIGHT vanquished WINDSHEAR in a 1 minute uneven Challenge duel.
LALALI-PUY was defeated by REESE'S PB in a 1 minute Challenge duel.
ANTONIO BROWN dispatched SIR CUMBVENT in a 1 minute Challenge fight.
SIR CULE was defeated by MANGO CHUTNEY in a 2 minute Challenge match.
ERIK DICKERSON was overcome by PHYSICALITY in a 3 minute novice's Challenge bout.
ANDROPINIS was subdued by MOOSE HEAD in a 3 minute Challenge competition.
RED DEATH demolished PUKEI in a 1 minute one-sided Title brawl.
J.J. WATT outwaited GARFIELD in a tiring 24 minute conflict.
KING CHAPPA lost to KUNG-FU MASTER in a 2 minute bout.
MASTER ROSHI was unbelievably bested by BORYS in a action packed 3 minute brutal duel.
PUAR was devastated by GREG OLSEN in a 1 minute mismatched brawl.
HOT YOGA defeated TACO CAT in a 2 minute bout.
FRENEMY was outlasted by SIR MUNN in a exciting 7 minute novice's bout.
CHARMING KITTEN was outlasted by DEATH BRINGER in a 19 minute amateur's conflict.
RAGE QUIT savagely defeated ANAEL BLACKFEATHER in a 3 minute beginner's fight.

                                    BATTLE REPORT

             MOST POPULAR                        RECORD DURING THE LAST 10 TURNS     
|FIGHTING STYLE               FIGHTS        FIGHTING STYLE     W -   L -  K   PERCENT|
|LUNGING ATTACK                   9         TOTAL PARRY       31 -  21 -  0      60  |
|AIMED BLOW                       8         STRIKING ATTACK   37 -  27 -  2      58  |
|TOTAL PARRY                      7         AIMED BLOW        42 -  38 -  2      53  |
|SLASHING ATTACK                  6         SLASHING ATTACK   24 -  26 -  1      48  |
|STRIKING ATTACK                  4         LUNGING ATTACK    34 -  38 -  0      47  |
|BASHING ATTACK                   4         PARRY-RIPOSTE      7 -   8 -  1      47  |
|WALL OF STEEL                    2         WALL OF STEEL      8 -  11 -  0      42  |
|PARRY-RIPOSTE                    2         PARRY-STRIKE       1 -   2 -  0      33  |
|PARRY-LUNGE                      1         BASHING ATTACK    13 -  26 -  2      33  |
|PARRY-STRIKE                     1         PARRY-LUNGE        3 -   7 -  0      30  |

Turn 165 was great if you     Not so great if you used      The fighting styles of the
used the fighting styles:     the fighting styles:          top eleven warriors are:

PARRY-LUNGE        1 -  0     AIMED BLOW         3 -  5         3  STRIKING ATTACK
WALL OF STEEL      2 -  0     LUNGING ATTACK     1 -  8         3  TOTAL PARRY    
SLASHING ATTACK    5 -  1     PARRY-STRIKE       0 -  1         2  AIMED BLOW     
TOTAL PARRY        4 -  3                                       2  LUNGING ATTACK 
PARRY-RIPOSTE      1 -  1                                       1  SLASHING ATTACK
STRIKING ATTACK    2 -  2     
BASHING ATTACK     2 -  2     

                               TOP WARRIOR OF EACH STYLE

FIGHTING STYLE   WARRIOR                     W   L  K PNTS TEAM NAME                  
AIMED BLOW       RED DEATH 547              14   5  2  161 THE DRAGONS (65)
STRIKING ATTACK  NIGHTMARE 545              11   8  1   89 THE DRAGONS (65)
TOTAL PARRY      J.J. WATT 535              14   6  0   79 NFL NETWORK (63)
LUNGING ATTACK   KING CHAPPA 527            11   8  1   70 KAME HOUSE (61)
SLASHING ATTACK  CHOCO 530                  12   8  0   64 HOUSE OF FUR (62)
WALL OF STEEL    VICIOUS VENOM 540          12   7  1   52 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64)
Note: Warriors have a winning record and are an Adept or Above.

The overall popularity leader is KING CHAPPA 527.  The most popular warrior this turn 
was FRENEMY 600.  The ten other most popular fighters were RAGE QUIT 598, MASTER 

The least popular fighter this week was GARFIELD 529.  The other ten least popular 
fighters were J.J. WATT 535, DEATH BRINGER 618, CHARMING KITTEN 601, SIR MUNN 609, 

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