You seek death?

*In a burst of bluish flames, a coat appears upon the colony. No longer just long, but infinite, however long you look you cannot see where the coat ends and reality begins, like a circle made flat, impossible and yet clearly there, paradoxical in its nature and burning your mind to see.

In a second flare of azure fire comes a bow tie, so bizarrely perfect that it cannot even be processed by your mind, invisible and yet visible at the same time, imperceptible but thinkable, unthinkable but perceptible. . . Impossible, and yet so chillingly possible, proved by the bow tie's smug presence as it ties itself neatly.

In a third blast there appears a fedora, rippling as if underwater, there but not quite, as if censored by reality itself to prevent harm to the viewer, not quite focused and never seen, you find it impossible to think of it and yet there it is.

In a fourth and final burning hurricane is a bladed weapon, unidentifiable, a scimitar, but at the same time an atgeir, a longsword but also a sickle. . . A karampit, or maybe a katana? It makes no sense, it doesn't obey any law of the universe, but it's here and it clearly isn't leaving.*

Then you shall have it, for conflict here, is met with retaliation.

*The spiders straighten their bow tie, which makes a metallic slinking sound*

~ Yours sincerely,

Poecilotheria metallica. |

Ps. Tea will be provided at the site of any future battle between the two of us, in compliance with etiquette regulations of organised Potential Destruction Of A Sapient Being imposed by P. metallica of the Sky Dye department of perfect Chaos.