Dear Mr. Leonhart,

I regret to inform you that I am the greatest fighter in all the world. I've heard tales of your quest wherein you saved the world, but it is nothing compared to my recent travels. I joined forces with strangers, some of which left before I even learned their names. All I asked was that they aid me in obtaining several cards from around the world, and all they asked was that I not tell you what they asked if you know what I mean.

Then a strange thing happened. One of the GFs that I had obtained learned an ability to turn cards into items. At first I was appalled by the idea of destroying my cards, but after so many adventures, I had more cards than I knew what to do with. Well, that's not true since I knew exactly what to do with them. So a few million card modifications later and I had the tools to create some nasty weapons I learned about in those strange magazines that come to my door every month. Well, they came to somebody's door. I just managed to always randomly show up thirteen seconds after the delivery boy left one at somebody's doorstep.

I'm sorry to ramble. None of this is important. What is important is that sexy star of O-WooT. He is all that is man, and I am all that is his. I bought an album of his at his last concert. It's orgasmic. I like to listen to it at low volumes right before I sleep every night. I've also taken to listening to his album on headphones during Triad Hold On tournaments. They get me in the zone, and sometimes people can't tell if I'm paying attention to the game or not. It's a magnificent bluff. With my new supply of cards, nobody will ever beat me! And if they do, I'll show them what this pulse ammunition is for in my newly modified gunchaku. Don't mock my weapon. It's much more interesting than an exaggerated bayonet like your weapon. A gunchaku expert can fight like none other. My weapon can fire around corners, unlike your bulky weapon.

All this said, I hearby challenge you, Squall Leonhart. I challenge you to a competition of your choosing. Be it cards or a one-on-one battle I will defeat you. I only pit my pride against yours. We shall see who the victor will be. Do not bother to reply with a time and location for the challenge. I shall contact you directly. I just thought you should be aware. Be prepared.

Love,
The Queen of Destruction