"This board's big enough for just one toddlergaper," said the Moldovan while staring into the bright orange Arizona sunset, a dim light reflecting onto his "I transheart medieval settings" pin, slightly impairing his opponent's vision. His fake elven ears and long, golden wig sticking out from his cowboy hat made him look quite unimposing; on the contrary, quite ridiculous. However, it was merely a scheme employed to mislead his rival.
A few meters opposite of him, a truly grotesque figure, quite the exact opposite of our elven larper, stood tall and imposing, with his brown, festering skin, blocking out the sun. The Turkish pedophile. He tried mumbling something in return with his coarse, disgusting voice, but not a single soul in this world could ever distinguish what he was trying to communicate; maybe not even himself. His small Koishi hat and greasy, matted green hair were quite antithetical to his whole entire being, failing to convey, despite his delusions, the portrait of a cute anime girl.
In anticipation of the duel, everything went quiet. Not even the howling wind could be heard anymore. It was as if the world stood still, just for this one final moment, which would decide who is undoubtedly the superior toddlergaper on the board.
