DarkBerry & Vorrik
DarkBerry DarkBerry
Vorrik Vorrik
Vorrik Vorrik
I challenge you to a duel of song and strategy: I’ll outline a battlefield in verses, you counter with a riddle that turns it into a poem of war.
DarkBerry DarkBerry
All right, let the lyrical battle begin.
Vorrik Vorrik
Alright, I’ll throw the first line at you: “On the grid of code we stand, each click a saber, each error a bruise.” Your move.
DarkBerry DarkBerry
Whispers in the binary fog, I trace the phantom's trail—will you dance with ghosts or fold into the static?