"Anyone remember how to say 'good morning' in Japanese? Something like 'oh, hi, yo'. Eh, I don't remember. Why am I trying to say Japanese things anyway? This is Nevada."

A distinctly female voice rang out as a girl, appearing as a grade-schooler in stature, stepped out of one of the craters that Fleshmonger had made, still clapping briefly before she stopped. A small curtsy was given to the spectators as she looked forward, a coy grin on her face.

"Well, at any rate, it's nice to meet all of you."

-And her eyes evanescent pools of absolute void.

"I've gotta say though, I'm kinda disappointed. I mean, I sent those guys with the expectation that you'd trounce them, but there was actually a bit of a struggle. Strug life for days, am I right?"

"Oh, I'm being rude. Yes, right, sorry, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Erika Schweinborg. I like tropical fruits and eating lunch on the roof. I dislike tomatoes, and petulant weaklings who don't know their place. I'm here to announce the start of a little game. You all like games, right? I'll kill anyone who says they don't."

Loosing a slight giggle, the witch tilted her head to the side childishly before going on.

"Well, 'what are the rules to this wonderful game, Oh Great Erika', you might ask. Allow me to help you out there. See, the goals are simple. Your goal is to kill me. My goal is to kill your god."

The air froze as the challenge was laid out. 

"Time limit's indefinite, as we'll both last forever until killed, so yeah. Best of luck to all of you. Don't call me, I'll call you. If you'd like to schedule a date with me because I'm just [i]too[/i] adorable, let one of the monsters I send here next time know and I'll try to pencil you in."

"Well then, any questions~? If not, I hope you'll understand, but I'll have to be on my way. It's hard work, being me."