Season 2 - Episode 20: Hope You Guessed My Name
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 a dungeon where an unkempt bds9992 is looking from shoulder to shoulder. On his left shoulder is the image of Lord ashamael in a white cloak. On his right, we see Lord benhoidal wearing the robes of a red priest. Two short horns protrude from his forehead.
bds9992: “Aren’t you two supposed to disagree on everything?”
Lord benhoidal: “Actually, ash and I agree on almost everything.”
Lord ashamael: “No, we are very different. Just look at our different colored robes!”
Lord benhoidal reaches around bds9992’s neck and lifts the bottom of Lord ashamael’s white cloak to reveal the robes of a red priest underneath. “You just took that white cloak from one of your players, didn’t you?”
Cut to the injury tent where a hobbled Sir Kareem is talking to Dr. J.
Sir Kareem: “Do you still talk with Lord benhoidal? Word is that he has shut himself off from watching the fights and has been holed up inside his tent. He’s up to something in there. I’m sure of it.”
Cut to the Tower of the Hand, where Lord dh555 is sitting at his desk, his eyes glossed over. To his left, a shadow is shimmering in the air.
A voice from the shadows emerges. “Soon, the throne will be mine. We will destroy the other Lords of the Realm using this tournament as a ruse. I will emerge victorious and be crowned the Savage King.”
From out of the shadows, we see two pointed horns emerge. Underneath, the face of Lord benhoidal comes into view grinning wickedly from ear to ear. He tilts his head back and lets loose a maniacal laugh.
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 20: Hope You Guessed My Name
Scene opens to two knights riding horses up a winding road in King’s Landing. It is dark out, and the wind is blowing fiercely. The knights are wearing the maroon and gold armor of House benhoidal. One of them has a white cloak billowing in the wind. We see that it is Sir Anthony of Brow and Sir Bobby. On both sides of the road, they pass great tents adorned with the sigils of different lords. Up ahead at the very end of the road past all of the tents, we see a great fortress. It has been shaped from stone to look like a devil, with two high towers ending in points. Devil architecture can be seen all around the outside of the fortress such as small devils framing the main gates and others holding lit torches or three pronged pitchforks.
Sir Anthony: “Have you ever actually met our Lord?”
Sir Bobby: “No. He hasn’t been seen since the trial.”
Sir Anthony: “I’m always hearing about what a great Lord he is, yet here we are in the middle of the pack entering the playoffs, with almost no shot at winning it all.”
Sir Bobby: “I was told of his brilliance too. After fighting for King Kinoa in the Savage War, I was expecting more than this.”
Sir Anthony: “I miss fighting with Sir LeBron. Sir Artis is fine, but it is not the same. And then there’s the Boogie Knight. How are we supposed to fight when he demands to be the only one with a sword? Why did Lord benhoidal select Sir Cousins anyways? Everybody knows that if you try to coach him, he will just sabotage your whole team.”
Sir Bobby: “If we don’t win the tournament, do you think I will have to give up my white cloak? I was so excited after Lord benhoidal drafted me. I thought I would get to keep it.”
Sir Anthony: “Don’t you think it is a bit strange that he hasn’t attended a single one of our fights?”
Sir Bobby: “I’m sure he has been busy.”
Sir Anthony: “Busy with what? Do you think he has been casting spells that will help us win in these final tournaments?”
Sir Bobby: “Casting spells? Don’t tell me you believe all those rumors about him.”
Sir Anthony: “I hear that he’s a powerful sorcerer who can clone knights.”
Sir Bobby: “That’s just a tale, there’s no truth to it.”
Sir Anthony: “Speaking of tails, I hear that he has one, along with a forked tongue.”
Sir Bobby: “Just a rumor started by the Bastard of Bolton, slashtc.”
Sir Anthony: “I hear that sometimes he doesn’t even show up for his fights, just to enrage the other lords.”
Sir Bobby: “Not tr… well, actually, that one is true.”
Sir Anthony: “I hear that he preys on the young and survives off their blood.”
Sir Bobby: “Nonsense!”
Sir Anthony: “I hear that Lord benhoidal can turn straw into gold.”
Sir Bobby: “Well yes, but once he trades it, it turns back to straw.”
Sir Anthony: “So you don’t believe any of it then? None of the rumors?”
Sir Bobby: “I guess we will see.”
They have made it to the great front gates of the fortress, which looms high above them. They tie up their horses and approach. The gates swing open on their own accord and Sir Anthony and Sir Bobby glance at each other quickly and pause before entering. In front of them is a great hall adorned with devilish statues all around. To their left is a winding staircase formed by what looks to be a pointed tail as a bannister. The two knights head up the staircase. At the top, pale moonlight streams through a high arching window, putting a spotlight on two great red doors carved with many devilish gargoyles. From beyond them we hear faint screams and shrieks. We see horned shadows pass by on the other side. There is an old fashioned knocker in the middle of each of the two doors, shaped into a grinning devil. Lord Anthony reaches out and gives one of the doors a loud knock.
The sounds stop. A moment later, the doors swing open and there in front of us is Lord benhoidal. He is wearing the robes of a red priest, and from underneath his hood, we can just see two pointed horns protruding from his head. Lord benhoidal looks the visitors up and down with a quick glance. “What do you want?”
Lord Anthony and Lord Bobby exchange a look.
Lord Anthony: “My Lord, you called us here to your fortress.”
Lord benhoidal: “Oh yes, come on in.”
The two knights follow him inside and we see a large round room. In the middle there is a large table, about fifty feet long, painted in the shape of a detailed map of Westeros. Behind the table, we see seven statues, each carved to represent one of the seven gods of the sim. Each one has been given devilish features. Beyond them, seven high arching windows overlook the coastline. To the left of the table we see three sizable cauldrons full of potions. The largest of the cauldrons has deep green substance in it which is bubbling softly. Next to it, in a slightly smaller cauldron, is a dark, cloudy liquid that is frothing slightly over the edge. In the tiny cauldron on the end is a flat golden elixir. To the right of the table sits a grand fireplace with towering flames reaching almost to the ceiling. We pause for a moment on the fire within. Shapes start to form. Faces appear, seemingly in anguish, but we can’t quite make them out. Next to the fireplace is a maroon door with the outline of a golden devil on it. There is no handle or knocker of any kind. We hear a pounding from the inside of this door, followed by some muffled shouts.
Lord benhoidal mutters something from under his breath and the noise stops. He turns back towards the two knights.
Sir Bobby: “My Lord, what was that sou…?”
Lord benhoidal: “Never mind the closet, just something I am working on.”
Sir Anthony: “Something that will help us in the tournament?”
Lord benhoidal: “Yes, it will definitely help me.”
Sir Bobby: “But, My Lord, how do you plan on winning? Lord pexetera is too far ahead.”
Lord benhoidal: “Nonsense. I just have to win all four tournaments that I am in.”
Sir Anthony: “But, My Lord, we are only still playing in three of the five tournaments?”
Lord benhoidal: “Yes, I meant three.”
Sir Bobby: “Well, we trust you, My Lord. You have won more tournaments than any other knight.”
Upon hearing this, Lord benhoidal’s left eye starts to twitch and we see a flicker of annoyance cross his face.
Lord benhoidal: “Sir Bobby, I see you still wear the white cloak of the Kingsguard?”
Sir Bobby: “Yes, My Lord. Until there is a new king, I will wear this cloak proudly.”
Lord benhoidal narrows his eyes and turns towards the three cauldrons. We hear him mutter, “The one that got away.”
A goblet materializes out of thin air and into his hand. We see that it is filled to the brim with the green bubbly liquid from the largest of the three cauldrons. He turns back around and hands it to Sir Anthony, who crinkles his nose in disgust.
Lord benhoidal: “This is why I have called you here today. Bring this goblet to our battle with Lord ashamael on the morrow. Have all of your knights drink deeply from it.”
Lord Anthony: “But My Lord, there isn’t enough for us all!”
Lord benhoidal: “Oh, you will find that this goblet is never empty as long as it is whole. Once you have all had your fill, victory will be found at the bottom.”
Sir Bobby: “My Lord, pardon my asking, but are you sure this will work? I mean, magic isn’t real.”
Lord benhoidal, narrows his eyes and raises his arms. The flames in the fireplace turn the color of sapphires and leap out towards Sir Bobby, fully engulfing him inside. Sir Bobby screams.
Lord Anthony rushes forth toward the fire, then turns to Lord benhoidal. “What have you done?!”
Sir Bobby’s voice echoes around the room. “It’s alright Sir Anthony. It’s not hot. Cool actually. It kind of tickles.”
The flames swirl around Sir Bobby, then leave him and shoot into Lord benhoidal’s outstretched hand, where they hover in a small orb. The rest of the room has gone pitch black. Lord benhoidal thrusts his arm forward once more and the flames shoot back into the fireplace, but maintain their new color. This time, there are definitely faces flickering in the flames. We faintly hear the whine of their screams.
Sir Anthony is staring at his teammate with his mouth agape. We see that Sir Bobby has grown at least a foot, and has new muscles that he didn’t have before.
Sir Bobby: “Woah!”
Lord benhoidal: “Do not doubt me again Sir Bobby. If it wasn’t for the meddling of the other red priest, I would be in first place in the tilts. Because of his magic, I started near the bottom, but my rise is imminent. It took me a couple of moons to figure out why it was that I was doing so poorly, but magic always leaves a trace. He has been dealt with. Now it is time to claim what is mine! Take the goblet. Have each knight drink deeply. Victory will be mine at last!”
The two knights exit the room. We hear the patter of their feet going down the staircase. Lord benhoidal smirks. He slowly turns towards the maroon door. We hear another thud against it from the inside and Lord benhoidal creeps towards it, taking his time. He stretches out a hand and tickles the devil on the door. It starts to dance and the door swings open. We see a figure curled on the floor in a fetal position. A glowing golden rope is tied across its body and hands. From the glow of the rope we can just make out two pointed horns on the figure’s head. We zoom in slightly and its features come in to focus. It is Lord benhoidal.
Our camera angle shifts and we are looking out from inside the closet into the main room. We hear a whimper from behind us. Ahead of us, framed in the doorway and wearing the same red robes, we see the figure who a second before was in the image of Lord benhoidal. The air shimmers in front of the figure’s face for a second before clearing and we can see who is behind the illusion.
Lord ashamael: “Hello again, old friend.”
Our screen goes black and white block letters take over the screen: GAME OF ZONES.
10/11/2020 6:20 PM (edited)