Characters: GHB + Signless (maybe others)
Setting: Random floor - 48 (graveyard)
Format: doesn't matter
Summary: The GHB and Signless square off... for some reason. Oh right, because GHB killed him earlier.
He's finally reached the last floor of this motherfucking pointless tower of tricks and traps, some which he had to learn the hard way and earn some scars from it and some he just got lucky. It's all so unpredictable.
The air on this floor is stale and musty, of death. It's one he's very familiar with, and although it doesn't exactly put him at ease, it's something he's familiar with. Sure, he's more used to fresh bodies that are squeezed dry then tossed into a flaming sacrificial pit, but you can only ask for so much. He takes a look around the graveyard, which is a foreign sort of place for him altogether. Trolls didn't have graveyards, after all. They merely left their dead to be absorbed back into the ground.
He inspects the graves, wondering why these aliens bothered with such a ritual. Why? Did it serve a grander purpose in this universe as the Vast Honk? He'll never know just from looking at them here alone, that's for sure. One of these days, he'd have to get someone to explain it to him.