Saved by the Sky Hook sword technique....wonderful

Posted by pharrop on 8/11/2020 6:13:00 PM (view original):
Saved by the Sky Hook sword technique....wonderful

You were almost dead to us this season Lord pharrop. It’s good to have you back for season 2!

Great stuff

Lord Brad of the Longest and Tallest House is sleeping right through the disagreement.

I get a huge kick out of "the Longest & Tallest House" every time I see it. And the sleeping thing... gahahahaha!

Lord Commander Shaq mumbles: “Mmblvrmblm.” and keeps walking.

Never. Gets. Old.

Also, special shout out to Lord dBKC, for today is his motherf*cking birthday!”

I can't breathe.

Somebody yells to get a medic, and jcred5 hurries off quickly, exclaiming: “I’ll go get Dr. J.”

Sir Kareem: “Knights, this man has committed the murder of two lords and a king. And worse, he has committed SIM malpractice, disorderly drafting, and hasn’t won a single tournament in 12 years. Arrest him!”

That one might have been the best yet.

Season 2 - Episode ?: A Clash of Kings

On a warm afternoon, many moons before the tragedy that would soon be known as the Malice of the Chalices, Lord bds9992 rode on horseback for King's Landing with his squire, an aspiring knight named Cade.

"Are you looking forward to the drawing of the swords, my Lord?"

"Yes, Cade. Every tournament is another chance at victory."

"Are you feeling optimistic, my Lord?"

"Always, Cade."

"Very good, my Lord."

They rode for several miles through the Valley of the Sun. It was very hot that day. As they rode, they passed the historic Temple of D'Antoni.

"Cade, what is that?"

"It looks familiar, my lord. Many arrows were shot there. Could it be.....the Temple of Lord D'Antoni?"

"Very good, Cade. The Temple of D'Antoni exists to commemorate our appreciation for Lord D'Antoni's tactics in the field of combat. Back then, everything was hand to hand combat or sword play. But Lord D'Antoni surmised that by shooting more arrows, you could theoretically hit more targets at a faster rate. By the time the hand to hand knights figured out what was going on, it was too late. Lords Kerr and Nash..."

"I'm sorry, my Lord, but is that Lord dBKC?"

Lord dBKC was also on his way to King's Landing for the drawing of the swords. They proceeded to greet each other.

"Lord bds! I presume you are on your way to the drawing of the swords?"

"It is good to see you, Lord dB! Yes, I am on my way to the drawing of the swords. Shall we ride together?"

"Afraid not, my friend. I have to send a few ravens out before I can get there, so I might be a little late but I will see you there. Are you excited?"

"Yes, dB. Always."

"Very good, bds. Well, I should get going."

"Safe travels, friend."

As dBKC rode off, the squire Cade's expression was unmistakable, like a young boy receiving his first sword.

"How long have you known Lord dBKC, my Lord?"

"A few years."

"Do you know if he has a squire?"

".....not really, Cade."

"I hear he is the most accomplished lord of our time! He has won seven or eight tournaments and was the second place finisher in the first Savage Tournament!"

"Yes, that's true."

"I would love to fight for a lord like that."

Lord bds paused. He believed Cade had something to say, but wanted him to say it.

"I wonder who Lord dBKC was sending a raven to? Maybe Lord Ash of Mael. Maybe Lord Ben of House Hoidal? Maybe Robert the Dusk?"

"It's possible."

"But, you know, you're just as great my Lord."

"Don't flatter me, Cade."

"No, I'm just saying, you're a great Lord, no matter what happens in the Tournament."

"Thank you, Cade. And what do you expect to happen in this tournament?"

"Well, Lord, I expect the most accomplished lords to select knights with the greatest ability to attack, defend, and gather swords. They are surely the most respected lords in the realm! We all know that as long as knights pass their weapons at least half of the time, the benefits of extended teamwork do not seem to produce greater results, so it is best to find the knights with the most range who also can defend their castle, like Jrue of Holiday or Sir Eric, The Blade. With knights like that....."

"What about Sir Nikola, The Jester?"

"Well, as you know, Sir Nikola The Jester is not a great defender of castles. But I know you know that. All of the other squires understood what you meant to do, of course. I don't think of any less of you for it, really."

"That's.......good, Cade."

"Oh yes, we're all very respectful when we send scrolls to each other."

"I've heard that as well. Scroll talk is obviously very mature, and you ought to be proud."

Lord bds paused for a moment, in order to gather his thoughts.



"Do you know how long I've known Sir Nikola, Cade?"

"......no, my Lord."

"I once watched Sir Nikola against House Spurs in his first year as a knight. They still had the old legend, Tim of House Duncan."

"Duncan, my Lord? That's incredible! I never got the chance to see Sir Duncan fight in his prime."

"Sir Duncan was a great, great knight. He was a fantastic passer of swords who defended his post as well as any knight of his era. He and Lord Commander Popovich ruled the realm for 20 years and won five tournaments together. They were successful because there was a great understanding in their house of teamwork, chemistry, passing swords, giving up good swords for great swords, and the occasional, tasteful dagger. But they did not always use their arrows. They regularly forced opposing houses to hit less than 90 targets. They were excellent defenders of the castle."

"That is fascinating, my Lord."

"I knew Sir Nikola would be a great knight because he hit 23 targets and gathered 13 swords against a house of such reptuation when no one knew who he was. It was uncommon for a knight of his skills to do so at such a young age. When I saw this, I knew the young knight was destined for greatness. I had never selected Sir Nikola before, and felt that my belief in him for these many years would be rewarded. Unfortunately, I did not pick the right knights to go with him and Sir Karl the Lone. Besides them, we couldn't hit enough targets per full battle or defend the castle enough. We let too many swords past, and our fifth house didn't even have Sir Nikola. This was my fault. It was my first time commanding five houses at once.

But you must understand. Not long ago, the realm did not have so many knights who attacked and defended well. Some, like Sir Shawn Kemp, were fine knights. Even though they received penalties for breaking tournament rules, they were very capable knights who possessed uncommon abilities for their class. I had great affection for them, but sometimes I let my affection for older knights cloud my judgment.

I was once a squire like you, and like Lord dB was not so long ago. I fought with such famous Lords as Monium the Sly, Scud the Missler, and C.J. of Okla'homa. I remember Lord Miles T. and Lord Carbon Jones. I even remember Lord Resident Evil. Unlike you, Cade, I never really had a Lord to teach me the way. I was a young squire who had to figure things out on my own. The battles did not come easily to me, but I am getting better."

"That is very good, my Lord! I did not know all of that."

"Some knights disappeared, Cade. I miss some of my old friends. Lady Feline the Fifth, King J.T. the Seventh, Friar Luke, and Lord Leibowitz. I have known many knights. And I now know what I must do. All these years, I have been trying to make the pieces fit, but I think I finally see the whole puzzle. I will show you, Cade. Some of these secrets have been lost to time. Some lords like knights who succeeded in other battalions as if they would succeed in a different battalion. Some lords ignore arrows altogether. But I know something they don't know, and they don't think I know anything. That is a powerful weapon.

"Or you could just be a terrible lord, immune to logic and reason."

"Yes, Cade. I suppose you're right. Some lords have been cruel, but my fight is not with them. It is with the Mad King."

"The Mad King?"

"Yes, Cade. The Lord of Lords."

"The Lord of Lords? You mean the King's Hand, Lord dh?"

"His Lord."

"Lord dh has a lord?"

"EVERYONE has a lord."

"Even Lord Ben of House Hoidal?"

"Even he."

"Forgive me, my Lord, but doesn't this sound ridiculous? Without ONE TOURNAMENT VICTORY, you're saying that not only do you, a LOWLY lord, know secrets that have been apparently forgotten by 23 of the most savage lords in the realm, you question Lord Ash of Mael all the time, author of the Usage Scroll, and now you're saying that even Lords dh and Ben of Hoidal have a Lord? Who do you think you are, exactly?"

"That doesn't really matter, Cade."

"And why the hell not?"

"Because of the Mad King."

"The Mad King. And what is his name?????"

"Seble."

"Or you could just be a terrible lord, immune to logic and reason."

- I am dead. Hilarious.

Will probably finish the next episode sometime tomorrow. This one is getting a little too long, so I may have to edit it a bit.

these are getting better and better. episode 6 slayed

episode 4, where Kareem throws the sword at pharrop. Actually, they're all good..

Posted by pexetera on 8/13/2020 11:13:00 AM (view original):
episode 4, where Kareem throws the sword at pharrop. Actually, they're all good..

That’s my favorite so far too.

Season 2 - Episode 5: The White Cloak
Upon a dark background, white block letters say ‘PREVIOUSLY ON GAME OF ZONES’. The Os are filled in as though they are basketballs.

We hear bells ringing, and our scene opens to the Sept of Baylor the Bricklayer in King’s Landing. We hear someone say: “The King is dead! The King is dead! King Kinoa, 1st of his name is dead!”

Cut to dh555 and bds9992 talking next to the open coffin of the late King Kinoa.

dh555: “The King has been poisoned, and you seek for me to name an heir? All of the lords of the realm are suspects.”

Cut to Sir LeBron riding on a white stallion followed closely by Sir Anthony of Brow. As they approach the castle, we see seven knights in white armor standing behind the Hand of the King, dh555. One looms larger than the rest.

Sir Anthony: “They say that’s the Mountain who Rides, the Breaker of Backboards, Sir Shaq.”

Sir LeBron: “Apparently, the Kingsguard will be fighting in this tourney as well. Not that it matters. If I had been among them, the King would still be alive.”

Cut to the Captain of the Gold Cloaks, Sir Kareem, standing by Sir Amare as the seven knights of the kingsguard pass.

Sir Kareem: “Lord Commander Shaq, fine day for a feast isn’t it?”

Lord Commander Shaq mumbles: “Mmblvrmblm.” and keeps walking. His fellow kingsguard knights follow him in silence.

Sir Kareem turns back to Sir Amare: “The Lord Commander may not be one for talking, but he’s one of the best this realm has seen. I look forward to challenging him in the tournament.”

Lord Amare: “I once fought beside him for House Sun in a tourney years ago. He seems to be in much better shape now.”

Cut to Lord samuelyork93 holding his throat, pieces of pie crumbling out of his mouth. His face starts to turn purple. Next to him lord copernicus starts to hit him on the back, but then suddenly grabs at his own throat. They both collapse onto the ground. They are dead.

Sir Kareem is pointing his finger at bds9992 who is holding a pitcher of wine in his hands and staring at it in utter disbelief and horror.

Sir Kareem: “Knights, this man has committed the murder of two lords and a king. And worse, he has committed SIM malpractice, disorderly drafting, and hasn’t won a single tournament in 12 years. Arrest him!”

The screen darkens to black and we see a disclaimer in white letters appear: ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN THIS CARTOON, EVEN THOSE BASED ON REAL PEOPLE, ARE FICTIONAL AND ALL VOICES ARE OBVIOUSLY IMPERSONATED. The letters disappear and new letters take its place: GAME OF ZONES. The Os are basketballs. These letters too disappear and a cartoon knight is seen dribbling a basketball between his legs next to new letters: SEASON 2 - EPISODE 5: The White Cloak.

Scene opens to the Hand of the King, Lord dh555 walking up the stairs of the Sept of Baylor the Bricklayer. He opens the ornate doors at the top of the stairs and walks inside. In the middle of the sept, underneath the lofty dome made of plexiglass there is a stepped marble bier where the late King Kinoa rests. Standing vigil next to it is the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Sir Shaq. He is wearing the all white armor and cloak of the kingsguard knights, his helm tucked beneath an arm, and is staring intently at the closed coffin. Lord dh555 approaches and bows his head.

Lord dh555: “Lord Commander, I was not expecting to see you here.”

Sir Shaq: “Mmblvrmbll.”

Lord dh555: “You know it feels like just yesterday you were crushing skulls and breaking backboards in the first SAVAGE War. I’ll never forget it. Only Sir Kareem was better. Those were the days eh?” He claps Sir Shaq on the back.

Sir Shaq: “Rmmblvrmblvrm.”

Lord dh555: “I had never seen a lord like King Kinoa before. Perfect attack plans, knew how to command his troops. And after the war? Never before has a king like him ruled the SAVAGE LANDS. Never before has this realm seen peace. The day he was poisoned…” He shakes his head, and fights back tears, before composing himself. “We got him. We got the bastard who did this. If I have my way, bds9992 will be executed for regicide.”

Sir Shaq: “Plbrmvrblmprl.”

Lord dh555: “There will be a trial of course. I’d love to have you testify, but… well, you know.”

Sir Shaq: “Mmblvrtmblprmbldrm.”

Lord dh555: “Exactly.” He claps Sir Shaq on the back once more, then walks towards the great doors, He opens them, but then turns around.

Lord dh555: “You know Sir Shaq, sometimes I wonder what great mysteries lie in that massive head of yours.”

As the Lord Hand exits the sept, chuckling to himself, we focus in on Sir Shaq’s face. He turns back to the coffin and resumes staring at it intently. We hear Sir Shaq’s voice, though he does not move his lips.

{King Kinoa, who could have possibly wanted you dead? The realm was at peace for the first time since before the SAVAGE War. Who could have stood to gain?}

Sir Shaq raises his hand and starts stroking his goatee.

{bds9992 certainly looks guilty, and I know the Hand is convinced, but it makes no sense. How could bds9992 have defeated you, the greatest king the SAVAGE LANDS have ever known? He’s never defeated anyone!}

Sir Shaq looks around the sept to make sure no one can hear his thoughts.

{What about Lords pexetera and dBKC? Everyone had thought that Lord pexetera would win the first SAVAGE War and become king. But you handily defeated him in two great battles. Does he hold a grudge? And Lord dBKC had been so close to the throne, does he harbor you ill will? And what is with all these motherf*cking birthday cakes. I don’t trust him.}

Sir Shaq leans in and starts thinking very softly to the coffin.

{I had first thought it may have been my own Lord ashamael. He had been acting so suspiciously around me. Then it became clear as to why. He had no intention of being my lord. He had traded me to Lord 24kpyrite. I know, right? For some knight pretending to be me no less. Brains like that, I’m not certain he has the wits to pull off regicide. Unless… was I getting too close to the truth? Did Lord ashamael send me away so I wouldn’t uncover a secret? I will have to ponder this.}

Sir Shaq tilts his head and looks skywards for a few moments before looking again at the coffin.

{Or what about that Captain of the Gold Cloaks, Sir Kareem? Everyone always called him the best knight of the first SAVAGE War, but it was me, Sir Shaq, not Sir Kareem who won the final battle for you, my King. I saw the disappointment and anger in his face that day of the feast. He didn’t want to be removed from the City Watch. And now that he has saved the day he gets to keep his post. He was so quick to point the finger at bds9992. Why? And it had been he who was first to realize the wine was poisoned!}

Sir Shaq clenches his fists and furrows his eyebrows.

{And what about Lords samuelyork93 and copernicus? Did they discover the truth? Is that why they were killed? And pharrop? Was he to be killed as well? Or was the wine meant for every lord in attendance? Who could be that SAVAGE?}

Sir Shaq shakes his massive head.

{It is all too much for my massive head, beloved King. Oh, how I wish you were still here to guide me. Things will never be the same as in the SAVAGE War when I rode out with my brothers in your name. Oh, Sir Clyde, Sir Bobby, how I miss them. Even Sir Kyrie, and his crazy theories about the world being flat and dragons existing. Ha! My new teammates are simply not to their standards, Your Grace. Sir Hassan the White keeps trying to take over my position. Sir Draymond the Green keeps kicking everyone on the practice court, and Sir Damian the Bard? He is the worst. Always singing a song. And none of them can ever understand me.}

Sir Shaq puts up his hands in prayer.

{I let you down my King. I should have been good enough to save you. It should be me lying there with you standing over. King Kinoa, I vow to track down your true killer. I will avenge you, my King. Please, send me a sign, anything.}

The camera zooms back slowly from Sir Shaq’s face and we see that from high above the Three Eyed Bird from Bostonia is watching. We zoom in on the Bird’s face to see its wispy blond mustache and bad haircut.

Cut to the practice courtyard where Lord 24kpyrite’s knights are practicing together. Sir Shaq is holding off Sir Hassan and Sir Draymond with a long greatsword that looks too heavy for any one man to hold. Of to the side Sir Damian the Bard is playing a violin and singing:

“There was a great feast, the Hand made a speech,
Two lords, they choked on a pie,
But the Captain said that’s not why they died,
T’was bds that poisoned their wine.”

Sir Draymond: “Will you stop singing that damned song?” He faints high with his sword and then aims a low kick at Sir Shaq who steps nimbly away before whacking Sir Hassan with the back of his own sword, knocking him to the ground.

Sir Damian: “Sir Draymond, you know I have much love for you, but I truly cannot stand you in the practice courtyard. Too much talking, all the time. You should be focusing on your swordplay.”

Sir Draymond: “You’re one to talk! You’re always playing that damned violin and focusing on your music instead of your own swordplay.” He drops his sword and aims a spinning kick at Sir Shaq’s back, but the massive knight is too quick for Sir Draymond. Sir Shaq dodges the kick and brings his shield down on Sir Draymond’s helm, knocking him to the ground next to Sir Hassan. We hear applause coming from the side of the courtyard.

Lord 24kpyrite: “Sir Shaq, well fought! I am so pleased to have acquired your services from lord ashamael. And all it cost me was that knight who always pretends to be you. Ha! Do you think you can lead this house to victory in the tournament? Who do you think will be our greatest challengers?”

Sir Shaq: “Plblmrbl.”

Lord 24kpyrite: “... er... well okay then.”

Just then, something white falls from the sky and onto Sir Shaq’s great helm, splattering both himself and Lord 24kpyrite.

Lord 24kpyrite: “Ahhhh!”

Sir Shaq: “Blplmrvl!”

Both heads turn to the sky. Wings flap and the Three Eyed Bird soars to the end of the courtyard and perches on Lord dh555’s shoulder. It turns to look straight at Sir Shaq. The camera zooms in on its third eye in the middle of its forehead as our screen goes dark and white block letters take over the screen: GAME OF ZONES.

I thoroughly enjoyed that one. The Shaq dialogue will never get old.

loving it ben...keep up the great work

Season 2 - Episode 6: The Practice Courtyard
Upon a dark background, white block letters say ‘PREVIOUSLY ON GAME OF ZONES’. The Os are filled in as though they are basketballs.

Scene opens to the Hand of the King, Lord dh555 addressing a crowd of lords and knights.

Lord dh555: “Knights of the realm. Today begins the greatest tourney the SAVAGE LANDS have ever known. Honor and glory await you.”

Cut to Sir LeBron riding on a white stallion followed closely by Sir Anthony of Brow.

Sir Anthony of Brow: “Oh and look, two knights from the Eyrie are riding in now, Sir Michael of Jordan and Sir Kareem, the Captain of the Gold Cloaks. They say that up in the Mountains of the Moon, they teach incredible swordplay.

Cut to swords being drawn and the selection of knights being made known. It is the fifth pick and Lord ashamael walks to the front of the crowd. He points behind him to the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. “Give me Sir Shaq.” The camera zooms away and we see an open window in the highest tower of the Red Keep. Looking out with unblinking eyes full of determination and loathing, is Sir Michael of Jordan.

The screen darkens to black and we see a disclaimer in white letters appear: ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN THIS CARTOON, EVEN THOSE BASED ON REAL PEOPLE, ARE FICTIONAL AND ALL VOICES ARE OBVIOUSLY IMPERSONATED. The letters disappear and new letters take its place: GAME OF ZONES. The Os are basketballs. These letters too disappear and a cartoon knight is seen dribbling a basketball between his legs next to new letters: SEASON 2 - EPISODE 6: The Practice Courtyard

Scene opens to the practice courtyard where knights fighting for all the lords of the realm are getting ready for the tournament to start on the morrow. The clang of swords upon shields rings through the courtyard as we take in the scene. On one end, Sir Karl the Sitemail Man is sparring with Sir Gary the Gloved Knight, while Sir Shuttlesworth is practicing his archery. Nearby, Sir Charles of the Round Mound is panting, hands on his knees, as Sir Steve runs around whacking him with his practice sword.

On the other end of the courtyard we see a knight wearing custom red, black, and white boots sparring against three other knights. We zoom in closer and we see that it is Sir Michael of Jordan facing off against Sir Marion, Sir Millsap, and Sir Unseld. Sir Michael has an outraged look on his face and is on the attack, constantly bashing his teammates with blows. As he hits Sir Marion in the chest with his sword, knocking him down, we hear him yell, “Take that Sir LeBron!” He whacks Sir Millsap in the back, crumbling him to his knees. “Take that Sir Wilt!” He blocks a blow from Sir Unseld with his sword and then headbutts the broad knight in the face, collapsing him to the ground. “Sir Stephen! You are weak. If I fought against the knights you do, I would slay 40 a night!” He walks over calmly to the first of his slain teammates and says: “Sir Kareem, fellow knight of the Eyrie, taken before me twice now, no mercy shall be given!” He kicks him in the chest and Sir Marion groans in pain. He proceeds over to Sir Millsap who has released his grip on his sword and is curled up on the fetal position. Sir Michael takes the flat edge of his sword and gives two sharp thwacks to his back. “Sir Shaq, you never could win a tourney until I retired. Twice!” Finally, he makes his way to Sir Unseld, who has removed his dented helm. “Please your Airness Sir, mercy! We’re teammates! We serve the same lord!” Sir Michael’s temporary calmness disappears and a look of loathing replaces it. “I’m making you better!!!” He takes his sword and drives the point straight down.

The screen goes dark for a few moments and white block letters take over the screen: RIP Sir Unseld.

Our image comes back and we zoom in on a sideline bench behind the fighters. We see Sir Pau sitting alone, his armor scraped and beaten. His helm is sitting next to him, dented in multiple places. A lone tear runs down his despondent face. Sir Brent and Sir Jon approach looking equally beaten as they sit down on either side next to Sir Pau.

Sir Pau: “I don’t know if I can take it anymore Sir Brent, Sir Jon. I mean, I’m used to the beatings and verbal assaults. I squired for Sir Kobe the Black Mamba after all. But this? Sir Michael is relentless. Constant beatings, making us bow and calling him His Airness, tampering with my armor and sword to give him an advantage. Did you know he punched me in the face during our practice bout the other day? Said it would help us get along.”

Sir Brent looks over Sir Pau’s shoulder and locks eyes with Sir Jon. “Our father, Sir Rick, used to give us daily beatings to make us better too. Then one day, he left us, and we had to teach ourselves.”

Sir Jon: “I think we need Sir Michael to leave us in a similar fashion.”

Sir Pau looks from one brother to the other. “What are you saying?”

Just then Sir Michael walks over. “Knight’s gather your swords, it’s time for another fi...practice.”

Sir Pau stands up and takes a step towards Sir Michael. Sir Brent and Sir Jon stand up behind him. Sir Pau unsheathes his sword and throws it in the ground in front of him. “We will not fight for you anymore Sir Michael. Not unless you change your leadership style. We are tired of your beatings.”

Sir Michael laughs. “I don’t need you Sir Pau, I didn’t even want you in the first place. I was hoping Lord tarheel would choose Sir Kwame instead of you. That’s what I would have done. My leadership style led to six tourney championships. I am the greatest tourney knight of all time.” He points to the other side of the courtyard. “If you want to lose this tournament, go over there and practice with Sir Malone or Sir Charles.”

He turns around and places his hands around his mouth. He loudly shouts, “Sir Charles!”

Sir Charles of the Round Mound is trying to hit Sir Steve with his sword, but keeps missing. When he hears Sir Michael he stops and turns around. Sir Steve takes the opportunity to whack him with his own sword.

Sir Charles: “Oww! Yes Sir Michael?”

Sir Michael: “You’re a loser. You’ve always been a loser!”

Sir Michael turns back around to his teammates. Over his shoulder, we see Sir Charles drop his head dejectedly.

Sir Michael: “These so called lords of the SAVAGE LANDS have no respect for greatness. My former lord during the SAVAGE War had the audacity to tell me the other day that not only am I considered worse than Sir LeBron, but at least four other knights as well. He told me he regretted drafting me last time and would not do it again. I poisoned his pie at the feast for that and do you know what he did? He died!!! Took another lord out with him too.” Sir Michael laughs maniacally. “Do you know how I reacted when my pie was poisoned years ago? I defeated 38 knights in the tourney that evening. My leadership style is the only thing that gives weak knights like yourselves a chance at glory. If you have a problem with that… well… pick up your swords. If you defeat me, you can run this team your way. If I defeat you… well, I can win this tourney without you.”

Sir Pau looks over at Sir Brent, who nods at him. Then he looks over at Sir Jon, who likewise bows his head. Sir Pau walks forth and grabs his sword by the hilt. Sir Brent and Sir Jon unsheathe their own swords. Behind Sir Jordan, Sir Marion and Sir Millsap struggle to their feet, but manage to recover their own weapons. The five knights converge on Sir Michael in unison, grim looks on their faces. Sir Michael smirks.

Our screen goes dark and for a few seconds all we hear are the screams and cries of Sir Michael’s fallen teammates. White block letters take over the screen: GAME OF ZONES.