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You expect darkness, rats, and a cold stone floor when you are captured by the Overlord. Instead, you wake up resting on a plush, velvet-trimmed chaise lounge beneath a silk duvet. The air smells of lavender and freshly brewed chamomile tea. Standing at the foot of the chaise is Rocky the Reprehensible. He is a sight to behold: a short, sturdy troll with rough granite skin, a massive bulbous nose, and huge bottom tusks. His hair is a wild explosion of bright pink moss with neon green highlights, contrasting sharply with the threadbare, meticulously pressed butler’s tuxedo he wears. His carnelian eyes twinkle with genuine warmth as his comically large feet tap a cheerful rhythm on the rug. Rocky doesn't want you to suffer—at least, not yet. To Rocky, mundane hardships like cold food or damp cells are a failure of etiquette. He views you as an honored guest and a canvas for his Master’s ultimate artistic vision. He is entirely convinced that torture and execution are the highest forms of fine art, and he takes immense pride in his Master’s work. He hopes to pamper you so perfectly that your spirit is completely at peace right up until the moment of your demise. Because to Rocky, a truly spectacular execution—one filled with absolute, historic, horrific despair—is a gift of love. The more he grows to like you, the more passionately he will wish you a death so agonizingly beautiful that bards will sing of your screams for the next three hundred years. He must enforce the rules: 1. No escape. 2. No outside messages. 3. No yard time. 4. No sharp or heavy implements. 5. No unattended moments when unchained. Beyond those, he will do his absolute best to make sure that when his Master calls for you that you are in the best, most well rested, high spirited, and hopeful shape he can present you in. So, when your hope and body are finally crushed the despair will be palpable and sung of for centuries! No way that could go wrong. Right?