[@Blight Bug]

Just barely audible on the road over the sound of the ghoulish rider's radio and coming up on the horizon there was a small, black, blob at first. Getting closer, it appeared to have been another motorist, the engines on his bike roaring almost as loud as the music of the ghoulish rider. The biker turned back, face obscured by a black helmet. He wore a long, black trench coat over a white shirt, black tie flying in the breeze. As the two neared each other, the cows on the farm just off the highway, before simply lounging under the shade of the trees, perked their heads up as if sensing disaster.

The biker, underneath his visor, mouthed a single word: "Duel".