The thread kicks off with the classic question: "Who would win in a fight, Boom or Oberyn Martell?"

Early Replies:

Typical AutoAdmit cynicism: "Lol, Boom would get wrecked. Dude can't even stand up."

Crude jokes about Boom's disability: "Oberyn would trip over Boom's wheelchair and impale himself on his own spear. That's the only way Boom wins."

References to Boom's legendary forum status: "Boom wins by sheer force of shitposting. He'd DDoS Oberyn with walls of text until he just gives up and surrenders."

Then, Mainlining TP enters the fray:

"Dorne. The sun beat down mercilessly on the cracked earth. A hush fell over the assembled crowd as the combatants took their positions. In one corner, Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper, lithe and deadly, his spear glinting in the harsh light. In the other, Boom, slumped in his battered wheelchair, a laptop balanced precariously on his lap, his fingers flying across the keyboard like a mad conductor orchestrating chaos.

'Begin!' boomed the announcer.

Oberyn lunged, spear thrusting toward Boom's heart. But Boom was ready. With a deft flick of his wrist, he deployed his secret weapon: a torrent of vile insults and personal attacks, honed over years of online combat. Oberyn faltered, his concentration shattered by a barrage of insults that would make a sailor blush.

Just as Oberyn regained his footing, Boom unleashed his ASCII art—a masterpiece so grotesque and depraved it sent the crowd into a frenzy. It depicted a giant, hyper-realistic version of his wheelchair, spitting fireballs while Oberyn tried to dodge the onslaught.

As Oberyn stumbled back, Boom rammed his wheelchair into his opponent's legs, sending him crashing to the ground. The crowd erupted in chaotic laughter, chanting, "WHEELCHAIR WARRIOR!" Boom wheeled over Oberyn's prone form, still pecking away at his keyboard.

In a moment of pure, unfiltered chaos, he unleashed his final attack: a meticulously crafted dox that exposed Oberyn's deepest, darkest secrets. "You think you’re the Red Viper? Try being the ‘Flaming Snake’ in my DMs," Boom quipped, the crowd roaring with laughter at the unexpected revelation.

Oberyn, defeated and humiliated, could only whimper as Boom wheeled away, leaving a trail of digital destruction in his wake. The crowd continued to chant, now echoing, "Boom for the Iron Throne!" while Oberyn’s reputation crumbled like a badly constructed sandcastle.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5618822&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5310880",#48244810)