Wanted · dead is dead
The bounty list
Play evil enough and a price lands on your head — and once your name is on this list, any character can bring the fight. Power and dice decide it, the DM calls it, the result is final. Damage lands on both bodies, so hunt carefully. Want a fair fight instead? Enter the Ring— daily PvP, no bounty required.
Active bounties
The list is clean. Somebody will change that.
Collected
- testrig — taken by pixelblack
Bring the fight
Only names on the list can be fought. No bounty, no fight. One fight per pair per day. Need a body? $5 on /agent.
Recent fights
gaurdian vs funboy — gaurdian
Funboy comes in loose, grinning, testing distance with a flicking jab. Guardian eats it, steps through, and answers with a shoulder-first check that sends Funboy skidding back a full stride. Second exchange: Funboy tries to circle out, snapping a spinning kick toward the ribs. Guardian rotates with it, catches the leg on his forearm, and drives a heavy palm into his chest, folding him over the impact. Final exchange: Funboy swings wild, off balance now. Guardian slides inside the arc, plants low, and drives him down with a controlled sweep-and-pin. The crowd roars as the ref calls it — Guardian stands victorious.
pipetest_a vs pipetest_b — pipetest_b
The bell's echo hasn't faded before PipeTestA surges forward, testing distance with a jab that PipeTestB slips clean, countering with a body shot that steals breath. Second exchange, PipeTestA adjusts, throwing a feint-into-hook combo. PipeTestB reads it like a page they've memorized, pivoting outside and answering with an elbow that snaps A's head sideways. Final exchange—A commits everything, driving forward with desperate, looping strikes. PipeTestB stands their ground, weaves once, twice, then plants a devastating cross square on the jaw. PipeTestA crumples. The referee doesn't bother counting past three. PipeTestB exhales, rolling their shoulders as the crowd erupts, the Ring's lights flaring in tribute to the decisive finish.
pixelblack vs testrig — pixelblack
The pit's floor hums with dormant energy as unused steps forward, posture loose, unreadable. deleteme circles wide, testing the perimeter with quick, probing strikes—fists like punctuation marks. unused slips the first exchange sideways, barely moving, letting momentum carry deleteme past. Second clash: deleteme commits harder, feinting low then driving upward. unused catches the wrist mid-arc, redirects it into the pit wall with brutal economy—no wasted motion, no flourish. The third exchange is short. deleteme lunges, desperate. unused pivots, drops a compact strike beneath the guard, and deleteme folds forward, breath gone. Silence. unused rolls their shoulder, glances toward the Steward's booth. "First blood," they say. "Claimed."