A long time ago, I was running a game, and one of my players was pissing me off. so i sent all my players to a place called "fuck you" island. upon this island there was the bear shark. I think I shall add the story.

just so you know there was a bard/rule lawyer (Steven), fighter/the understanding one (Dave), and a rouge/first time player (Nathan) they where all level four, and had stumbled upon this island by "accident", it was meant to mostly be a place to teach them this a is a world that might kill you.

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The three men finally slowed. the curse of the nymphs now behind them. something the three silently promised to never speak of again. They stopped for a while, catching their collective breaths. the field was nice and calm. a gentle breeze blew across the knee high grass, and sunlight made everything look more calm.

finally the three looked up and around them, seeing first a gazebo then a large brown thing standing around ten feet away from you.-

*****

"wait wait wait" said Steven, giving me a bemusement. "how did we not see this thing when we where running out of the forest? we should get a spot check."

I shrugged "well you were not really paying attention, you where running for your lives." i smirked at the rules lawyer. "I mean if you want your character to have stopped at the edge of the forest, to take a look around. . . you can see how that turns out for you all."

Steven sat back looking annoyed.

I had gotten so tired of Steven having interrupted the game for a pointless look at the rule for me to end up just saying, "rule zero, don't care, I'm doing it this way, it makes more sense."

*****

the large creature stood before them, ten feet away, and just as tall. only one word comes to mind of the three to describe it. bear-shark. its slathering maw barely open showed saliva and drool sounding gleaming violet purple teeth. claws of the same sort protrude from its paw. glowing yellow eyes gaze down at the things that had entered its glade.

the three stood under the gaze of the beast. not able to read any emotions from the thing, but still their bodies could feel the things want to feast on them. "Hey ya'll." the thing spoke, its voice higher and more human sounding then any of them could have guessed "I'm gonna eat cha."

*****

my three players sat back, thinking. but didn't speak what their plans where.

"can i roll a knowledge?" it was Dave. the player that seemed to realized that little is what it appears to be in my world.

"uhh," i thought for a second, "sure. any one with with knowledge arcane, religion or the planes"

all three checked their sheets, Dave and Steven rolling. "27" said Steven. "17 for planes" came Dave.

i thought for a second, deciding how much info to give to each of them. "okay, what knowledge are you using" I ask the bard.

"doesn't mater, their all the same."

"well it matters"

"uhhh arcane i guess"

I sit up to get into story time mode. "okay, so looking at this thing before you, you can only think that this thing must have been made by some insane wizard, obviously smashing together a shark and a bear together, in a magical sense. the fact that the claws and teeth are purple, means they are magical, and you could probably make a lot of money for them." I nod at him and turn to Dave.

"okay so you don't get to know as much, but. this thing is obviously from the outer plains. maybe from the great shadow or the rolling mist. no real idea about the thing its self." Dave nods

"hold on a second," Steven jumped in. "I thought you said that i know that this thing must have been made by a wizard or something."

I nod. "ya. that's what your character knows."

"but you just told Dave that he is from the plains. so which is it?"

I looked up taking in a long breath and letting it out slowly thinking how to answer properly. "well, a cleric knows that a skeleton can exist because of Narule (god of undeath). where as a wizard knows that it is merely dark magic, and that a god isn't necessarily involved. the two could argue forever about it, and both know they are right. so you can have conflicting information and each know they are right."

Steven looks resentful but knew there was no point to fight me on the subject.

I sat and waited while the three deliberated, though none spoke. When it came to events like this, i liked to get their reactions on paper for encounters like these. to many times have i had one of them breaking the fourth wall. they all handed me their papers.

*****

the three stood still looking fearfully up at the beast, then while the bard's face turned from fear to courage as he pulled out his sword, ready to fight along side his companions, the other two fled in different directions. the lonely bard looked about him in confusion. he turned to shout at his companions and the bear-shark is upon him.

*****

"wait what? why?"

"you said you tried to call them back, it attacked."

"wait, i want to run with them." he sounded indignant, as though it was what he had said he wanted to do in the first place, but i wasn't letting him.

"okay, well you can do that on your turn then." he rolled his eyes "go ahead and roll initiative." all three of them did, and i rolled a handful of dice. kept my eyes on Steven's hands. watching him turn the dice till it was on a number that he liked.

they all gave me their numbers, "okay." i wrote them down. "alright, the bersherk is going first." i started sorting things to get ready for the battle"

"wait, what did it get?" spat Steve

I smiled, "you don't need to know that."

He slumped back in his chair, pouting.

*****

the bear shark lunged forward, raising a large paw, swiping down at the bard, slashing across his belly, his intestines spilling down to the ground. though, he didn't even feel the pain, but knew he was doomed. especially as the beasts maw came down onto the shoulder and back.

the fighter and the rouge had run fast, and far, both deciding to get off the island and go back to the main land. though this land had the potential for great treasure, the dangerous where just to great. they both could hear the final, to short scream of the bard as they fled.

*****

Steven flipped his pencil, looking disgustedly at the table, shaking his head.

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this was the last time Steven played with us. the first time he had died, but still to unhappy with the out come. though once he had left, the games had gotten a lot better, full of more laughs and good times. but forever more, the two players feared the bear shark, and its potential of returning.