The Masters

[Anomaly]

The conditions of battle stay. It will be a 5v5 battle. We have outlined our warriors and still await yours.

Five on five is fine by me.

Anomaly, my personal challenge stands. Whatever you pretend, chickening out will brand you as a loser.

I'll take you anytime, anywhere, but that doesn't make me a fool ToroMor, nor does that give you any authority over me when it comes to dictating this conflict. If you want to call me a chicken for standing up to you, that makes you nothing more than an overgrown child.

We will use customized rules regarding superhuman skills/magic.
There will be no restrictions on death and zero godmodding.
Details we be outlined before the war starts. I am willing to collaborate with Anomaly and the judge(s) on those.

That sounds acceptable, though I suggest we collaborate over PM to avoid people piping in with comments and suggestions that could bog the process down. Though of course if you want deaths to be included, those can only come at the end of battle after a victor is confirmed.

Is there already an affirmed judge? Vicky said she'd do the job. Can someone confirm that? (Feel free to edit here.)

I refuse to accept Vicky as a judge, be there a second judge or otherwise. I suggest LocoColt as the sole judge. If you can't accept this term than you might as well retract your challenge right now. If Colt refuses to judge...then we'll naturally discuss other alternatives.

One more thing (before I continue my well deserved vacation muhahaha):
we did not wait until you "turned your back" to us. We give you a last chance to terminate your existence (in this realm) with a trace of honor instead of vanishing unnoticed and pitiable. You should kiss my boots for this, Anomaly.

BWAHAHAHAHA! Yeah, right. I come and go as I please, fade away and am born again from the Void at my whim. The day I kiss your boots is the day you convince one of your lackey's to impersonate me. If anything, you should be thanking me for sparing my time to give your pathetic challenge my attention. To give your peons something to do aside from spam up there little offshoot here.

But if you think you're doing me a favor, whatever. How sweet of your ToroMor.