The Mondo Ruction Infinity Minus One - ROUND 1 - The Crystal Rose Hotel & Resort

Gobbie awoke in a large dark room, lit only by the dim glow of a glow in the dark clock, an unfamiliar timekeeping system that communicated exactly nothing to her. Whatever she was stood on was soft and plush and cozy. Gobbie held her blade before her, swishing it in the darkness.

There was a lot running through Gobbie’s head. For the moment all she could do was repeat her prayer to Lady Cruc, wishing for her kindness, her patience and her guidance so that she may soon return to her world, but it wasn’t long before she felt Cruc’s Light move within her, soothing her fears and allowing her to finally consider the situation she was in.

Her reaction to the competition she had been involuntarily placed in is perhaps a little explained by her relative height to every other being that she had been told she would have to kill to return home. She could fit easily in the palm of any one of them, not that most of them seemed to have hands. It’s one thing, already scary, to be placed into a battle to the death and expected to fight other beings for your own survival, it is something else entirely when those opponents are at least five times your size.


Slowly she gathered herself. “Thank you Lady Cruc. I will remember your tireless efforts and rise to your example to whatever I must to protect the Gabbo people.” What would that entail though. She was told that she was here until she killed all of these terrifying strangers, but it didn’t feel like a particularly heroic thing to do. Yet returning home would be to return to her watch, to her protecting of the Gabbos, an unquestionable good. There was no clear path forward that any true hero would deign to take.

And yet like a loose tooth she couldn’t help but consider the possibility of doing what needed to be done. In her most generous estimation gargantuan knotted rope dragon was even if not a ‘bad guy’ per se, some sort of unnatural disaster like a living tornado capable of tearing apart entire Gabbo cities just by accident. There was no accounting for that kind of power. But that said, taking out that thing wouldn’t fix everything, wouldn’t put her back home.

When you’ve got one option and you don’t want to take it, how long can you stand by and do nothing? Oh Lady Cruc. Oh what do I do my Lady? She brought one of her pseudopods to her necklace “What would Lady Cruc do?” she twisted the pieces as she considered.

Her contemplation was cut short as the door opened and a light clicked on. She was in a wood panelled office. There was a computer, a filing cabinet, a large bookcase filled with important looking texts, and on every surfaces there were small photographs, busts, statues and figurines all depicting a scraggly man with a ratty brown fedora and long matted and tangled hair. Most often he seemed to be depicted with a rose held between his lips and surrounded by pink hearts.

The same man was standing in the doorway, his hand frozen on the light switch. Here he was wearing much more casual clothing. A plain shirt, a pink tie patterned with red hearts, torn denim jeans and falling apart sandals. A longbow and quiver was slung over his shoulder. He seemed to react first.

“Jess,” he called into the hall, “we got some kind of fluffball angel in here.”