With the horrible sound of metal grating on metal as if a thousand swords were locked in combat, a rip appears in the very air itself! Through this dark gash in reality floats a metallic looking skull with large rubies lodged in the eye sockets. It speaks with many voices all at once, some male, others female, still others little better than the growls of animals. All races, genders, and species seem to be represented in it's speech. The voices all seem to overlap and echo around one another as it speaks to the two uncertain fighters...
"I (I, I, I) am the Mimir (MIMIR!, ir, mir). I shall judge this match for you (you, YOU!, uo, o)"
"You must deliver unto each other an insult to determine who shall choose the length and style of this match (atch, tch, ch). Go here:
http://members.cox.net/reiella/yb/yb.html to make an insult and deliver it back here to us in another posting. Then, I shall judge them both and see who's insult is more deserving (serving, erving, ing)."
(Kal, can you get on the #yb chat room tonight?)