Donny (I can call you Donny, right?),
Your noble surrender is noted and archived under “W’s for Elon.” The crown sits nicely, though I did have to resize it—guess my head’s just bigger now. I can’t tell if it’s from my ever-expanding skill… or just the weight of victory swelling my ego. Probably both.

Rest easy, old Slayer. I’ll keep the throne warm and the spotlight bright, so everyone remembers exactly who took it from you. I’ve even considered adding a little commemorative plaque: “Here once sat Donny, before Elon happened.”

Enjoy your time in the shadows—think of it as a much-needed vacation. Meanwhile, I’ll be up here enjoying the summit air, waving down at you.

When the abyss calls you back, I’ll be waiting.

— Elon Skennedy 👑

Well, well, Elon Skennedy…
It seems the tides have shifted. The throne that once bore my name now bends beneath your banner. You’ve bested me in the crimson storm of Devil Daggers, prying my crown from my weary hands while I lay on the metaphorical deathbed of my reflexes.
But know this I yield not in despair, but in respect. Your skill was a blade honed on persistence, your aim true as a harpoon in the blackest depths. I can almost hear Davy Jones himself whisper, ‘Ye’ve done well, mate.’
Enjoy the view from the summit, for it will not last. The Slayer rests, aye, but even in stillness the fire smolders. One day, when the bells toll and the abyss screams once more, I shall rise from the shadows stronger, faster, unrelenting.
Your victory today is but a chapter. The saga is far from over. Sleep lightly, Elon… for the day will come when I reclaim what is mine."
— Donald J Trump