THE TOURNAMET BEGINS
Welcome, welcome, welcome! The...
Pss. You there.
Oh, the horn? Just a moment. I got
to breathe in a bit to play. Well,
that’s how I do It anyways.
Whoops. Surprised myself.
Would you just--
WELCOME TO THE TOURNAMENT!
The time has come once again to
determine who is...the Chosen One.
Many have claimed the mantle, but
precious few have proven their
mettle. And thus far NONE have
proved themselves worthy of the
title. One fighter. One Prophecy...
One Chosen Champion!
Alright, alright quiet down. The
rules are thus: round one, hand-tohand
combat in a series of one-onone
duels. Upon victory, It is
customary to show mercy to the
vanquished. It is, however, up to
the victor as to just how merciful
this event shall be.
Round two consists of a secret
challenge. Not a single fighter
knows what the challenge will be.
It is sealed in a locked crate and
buried beneath the arena, only to
be retrieved when round one is
complete. It is not always a purely
physical challenge. Some may
remember bridge building challenge.
It was the most deadly secret
challenge in the history of the
And... the final round...
LET THE TOURNAMENT BEGIN.
There we are. All snug as a bug in
a rug...(laughs) in a cage.
The tournament? Thats right!
This is no way to treat guests.
I agree! Good thing you aren’t
You have to let us go.
No. No I don’t.
You’ll be sorry.
I’m sure I will be, but until then
I’m going to be sleeping.
I think we’re going to be here a
Is that all you got?
WHO DARES CHALLENGE THE CHOSEN
Submit. Submit to me now and you
may be shown mercy.
You talk quite a bit don’t you!
THE ONE! OUR SAVIOR!
SUBMIT! HE WHO IS CHOSEN!
Your The One Your The one!
HE DOES NOT SUBMIT? THE GALL!
Oh yes...By all means take your
Do you take this to be a mere
Huh? What’s that? Speak up, pretty
You. Will. Learn. Coward.
Choose your words well, lad. You
don’t have many left.
We shall see.
Ugh, you coward, let go of my leg.
Alright, enough! Enough, I said!
Choose your words well, lad. You
don’t have many left.
I’m laying down my arms. I submit!
True believers!! What say you?!
FINISH HIM! / END HIM! / SLAY THE
FALSE PROPHET! / NO MAN SHALL CROSS
THE CHOSEN AND LIVE!!
So be It.
I concede!! I’m no threat to you!
You need not do this.
You, have desecrated the
prophecies. You have no truth and
no honor, but you have proven to
me, this is a spectacle of
sorts...so you will understand.
No please, I will follow you.
You are the Chosen One!!
Yes, I am.
ZELENNE IS YOUR CHAMPION! HE
PROCEEDS TO THE NEXT ROUND!!
ZE-LENNE! ZE-LENNE! ZE-LENNE!
Many you should go back to sleep.
Hey Jailer. Buddy? Who’s ZELENNE?
Who do you think he is?
I don’t care. What difference does
I think It matters. I mean, we’re
here, right? I kinda wanna’ know
whats going on.
I’m sure it’s not over yet.
I imagine this ZELENNE fellow is a
handsome, princely-type. The
people’s champion; kind,
compassionate, beloved. A man not
without his flaws, but humble in
the face of...
Want to put money on It?
Oh Jailer? Who’s ZELENNE?
Call It and I’ll tell you.
Oh no. I hate this. Um--
ZELENNE is one of this year’s
Zealot champions. That’s why
they’re so loud.
True believers. They’re like this
Real pain in my ass, too.
You hear that, Ora? They’re here
every year. You can’t take any of
All that I see is that I dragged
you all the way here only to find
this...this...whatever this is!
Everyone says they’re here to
“choose” a Chosen One, but most of
the people don’t even believe in
Spoken like a true Zealot.
NO! It just means I’m an idiot for
believing any of the things about
the prophecy I’ve been told.
HA ha! Well, I’m not in the habit
of disagreeing with people who say
thats that are true.
You’re not helping.
It’s fine, Kevin. oof. Look, I
appreciate you trying to help, but
this is about the worst I’ve ever
felt in my entire life.
Why did I do this to you? Why did I
do this to myself?
Stop It! Have you seen me? I’m
And I can fight now, too!
Ah! Gah! Ooooooh... that... was not
I wouldn’t fight the walls, kid.
They’ve bested better men than you.
That’s probably good advice.
I know what it’s like.
I used to buy into all the Prophecy
business before I got hooked up
with this job.
Sure did. But now... I don’t know,
after seeing eight of these
tournaments, I’ve got my doubts.
There’s been EIGHT of these?
But you said...
This is the tenth. I didn’t start
working till the third year.
And you have them every year?
Once a year, every year.
You know, when you say It like
that, It does sound a little silly
doesn't It. Having a tournament
EVERY YEAR to determine who is the
one true prophet.
Maybe you just haven’t had the
right champion yet.
Works out nicely for business,
don’t It? We keep searching for the
‘right’ champion and I keep working
the jail every year.
What about the Zealots? Don’t they
Naw! Every year they all file in
‘ere with a half-dozen champions,
all of ‘em convinced they’s found
the One. If you’re comfortable
being called a ‘zealot’ I don’t
think you’re gonna let something as
minor as your prophecy feeling
wrong-ish get in your way. Heard
tell they’ll even tweak the
Prophecies to fit their strongest
Tweak a Prophecy?
You can’t do that!
They can and they do.
All in the pursuit of the precious
And they keep coming even though
their Prophecies keeps being wrong?
There’s more and more of ‘em every
year. And every year they get more
and more nuts.
Shit eaters, the lot of ‘em. They’r
usually who I get stuck talking to
But why? Why do they keep doing It
if the results are the same?
Some people say there all under a
spell. Me? I got my own theory.
Listen, most people’s lives are
pretty shit, right now, right? Not
everybody gets to be the tournament
jailer - I know this. So, if your
life is shit, you don’t have any
real way of making It better, BUT
then you hear there’s this thing
that promises to make It incredibly
not shit. What are you gonna do?
Accept wall-to-wall shit? Or, maybe
you’re gonna believe in something
because the only alternative is--
Call It kid.
Hm...(Laughs) Looks like she’s
smarter than you.
Ugh, excuse me, coming through.
That’s yours... What was all that
chanting? What’d I miss? Here.
What’s a “zealot?”
We’re not doing this again.
There’s two types’a people in this
Hal and everybody else.(Laughs)
‘ey! I’m tryin’ to be nice.
Nobody says ‘there’s two kinds of
people in this world’ unless
they’re completely full of shit.
The Zealots believe, truly believe,
that their champion is a god. Not
just a man, a god.
Like I was just about to say!
And, this year, the biggest group
of them think ZELENNE is their’s as
far as they see It.
What about everybody else?
There are smaller groups of Zealots
with different champions. Like,
some are with that woman, Lyanora,
from earlier. There’s a handful of
champions with a smatterin’ of
followers. And by the end of this
thing, all those groups will fight
each other in the streets.
So all these fighters...?
Nah, most of the fighters are
It’s purely for money and the sport
of It. If a combatant survives, he
can make a decent living in service
of a benefactor.
The longer they last...
The bigger the starting salary.
And if you lose they probably just
Like that guy?
The Zealots often fight to the
death. Bit of a chip on their
shoulder about people claiming to
be “The One” when they aren’t.
Ironic, isn’t It?
Hey, Ann? You hear what I said?
...got a bit of trivia for ya’.
This tournament is where we found
Oh right it’s a great story. I was
here. Vorlauf was here. Vorlauf
said, “Here’s money to be a
Vigile.” And I said, “Okay.”
She was ferocious. Could have won
the whole thing.
Can we talk about something else?
Don’t be so modest, Ann.
You would not believe how many
Zealots this one killed. Took one
look at those true believers and
said “I got your Prophecy right
They was all “Please, don’t do It!
I pledge myself to you, mysterious
warrior!” Didn’t matta’. She cut
Weren’t for Vorlauf here, she’d
have even more pelts on her wall.
So to speak.
Really, Ann, it’s nothing to be
ashamed of. You made the smart
decision. This is wonderful
theater, but it’s no way to make a
living. These fools and their
Nothing wrong with believing in
But these Zealots? Oh Come on!
Couldn’t have made them look more
foolish. Not only that, but by
leaving for the money you proved
you wasn’t the Chosen One THEREFORE
proving that the ones you killed
wasn’t even killed by the Chosen
One neither! It’s all bloody
HAL AND LINUS
Who, but I? Isten!
The Chosen One. (Laughs)
Ah, well. The disarmingly handsome
Chosen One. (chuckles)
You really like looking at that
What do you want?
Why did you leave me?
That’s rich, Karras. You’re lucky
I’m just coming off a win in the
arena. Or did you forget that I’m
in the midst of a very important
My horse died, Isten! Imogen died!!
And you left us...you Left us to
fend for ourselves against the
I’m pretty sure that It was you
that abandoned me. Or are you
forgetting that you refused to help
me take the Prophecies? Prophecies
that were mine by right.
Well, it’s just...I-I couldn’t-
Right, exactly. You couldn’t.
Karras, I’ve got to say, this
tournament and my victory have
blessed me with new-found clarity.
I knew you would win.
Yes. And I now know a profound
truth: I am all I need.
And you, Karras, well, you are no
Sure, sure. But, I can no longer
trust you. So you no longer serve
any purpose, friend or not.
(deep inhale, exhale)
You understand, don’t you? It’s
just how It needs to be. If I’m
ever to fulfill my destiny I simply
must do It on my own.
So, that’s It? Goodbye, Karras?
If It is any consolation, I am
pleased you are still alive.
While I do feel my truth is the
same, I hate to see you aimless and
without purpose. So, out of an
abundance of kindness, I suppose I
could think of one way you could
possibly regain your place by my
Yes! Of course!
I’ve had a bit of trouble offloading
that second Prophecy. Turns
out demand inside the arena is not
as high as I would have hoped.
Anyway, there’s only one potential
buyer and they’ve made the
You...You want me to kill them?
Oh, how you do enjoy going the
extra mile. No, in fact, I do want
to sell this man the Prophecy,
however, he refuses to meet me on
neutral ground. He insists that It
be brought to his camp, which is
full of his soldiers.
So it’s a trap.
It may be. But, that is a risk you
need to be willing to take for me,
I’m going to win this tournament,
and if you want to dwell in the
shadow of my glory, I need to know
you are willing to look past your
current, petty displeasure.
Sell It to him and bring back the
Would the chosen one accept any
And that was the last we ever saw
...but at least you agree that it’s
stupid to keep us in here, right?
UGH! Don’t you ever stop talking?
I’m goin’ outside.
Wait you cant just leave! THERE’S,
THERE’S NOTHING TO DO IN HERE! ALL
WE HAVE IS THAT STUPID COIN! AND I
ALREADY HAD MY TURN!
The cheering is pretty loud.
Look, we’re gonna get out of here.
I promise. Just...follow my lead.
(Whistles “The Walking Song”)
See? Follow. My. Lead.
With the digging.
Look, I appreciate you trying but
we’re not getting out of here any
time soon. We’re done.
I don’t believe that. You believed
in me when I didn’t and I’m not
giving up yet.
Kevin, that’s nice, but I don’t
think digging a hole is--
DON’T BE CRAZY, ORA! WE’RE JUST
HAVING A FUN STORY TIME! WE SURE
ARE GLAD THAT FAT, STUPID JAILER
LEFT SO WE CAN JUST ENJOY OURSELVES
WITHOUT HIS...WHOLE...UGLY FACE...
Oh, hi. Uh...you see, the point of
the story wasn’t that you’re fat,
so much as...
Alright. You three, are good to go.
Oh... Well you are kind of fat.
Why? What did we do?
Not that we aren’t upset we had our
time wasted in this place. But,
uhm, what happened?
Me squires! I was wondering what
may have happened to you.
Karras, what the hell are you doi--
Of course, sire. Thank you, sire.
There was a mix-up and without the
Prophecy as proof, nobody would
take our word.
Look, most people say they’ve got a
Prophecy. It’s just most people are
liars. I’m...sorry, really, for the
Come then. We’ve got a tournament
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