Aye, battyman.
It was a nice day, yadayada.
The sun was bright, the weather was blazing, and my tempers were most definitely flaring. What a
terrible day. The lack of any excitement, any exhileration, any
thing even remotely entertaining, only served to infuriate me further, and accentuate the extreme discomfort I was feeling.
Trudging through the wasteland that was thoroughly bereft of life, I definitely didn't expect to meet anything out of the ordinary, much less a human.
Standing in the distance was a shemale - no, rather, a man of exceedingly short stature and with a visage so effeminate I mistook him for a female. In fact, the more I neared him, the more I doubted my initial judgement. How rare was it for me to find a man who would have passed off as a woman easily had it not been for his utter lack of curvature?
You there. Yes, you.
While it might seem zealous, even maniacal, for somebody to launch an assault on a random person he met almost immediately after encountering him, it seemed perfectly normal for me and my rather bloodthirsty nature.
As I called out to him to catch his attention, I stomped my right leg on the ground.
What is your name?
My utterance was clearly audible, even with you standing a good 10 meters away. It was a gesture of mere common courtesy, at least for me. Finding out the name of your foe - somebody who could become your murderer or victim, was a practice I performed every battle. Part honour, part hubris, I guess.
And your gender?
As I said this, three pillars of flames would erupt out of the ground around you abruptly. The pillars would engulf your entire body in its magnificent totality, and reduce you to nothing but a crisp should it be left undefended against.
As my preliminary attack unfolded, I watched on, anticipating your response.