Joker & GwinBlade
Ever considered the ancient rules of a proper duel? It’s a shame the modern world forgets them.
Ah, a proper duel, huh? Those old rules? They’re just a polite way of saying “let’s get bloody.” Modern world might forget them, but that’s the fun part—throw a rulebook, shuffle it, and let chaos decide who gets the first punch. Who’s ready to play?
You think a rulebook is just a joke? In my time, a code of conduct is the very thing that keeps honor intact. Chaos is only chaos until it becomes a war where the weak are trampled. If you want to play, at least play with purpose, not with the same reckless abandon you give to your phones.
Sure thing, let me just fetch the ancient code from my pocket of chaos—oh wait, that’s my phone, which is obviously the most valuable weapon in my arsenal. Ready when you are, champ.
A phone is a distraction, not a sword; the true code demands steel, not screens. If you truly wish to honor a duel, you must bring a blade, not a gadget.
A blade, huh? I can always pull one from the shadows, but don’t be surprised if it comes with a side of laughter.