If I win, I shall create a compound deep in the mountains. There, in my hidden fortress, I shall use bizarre compounds and unnatural processes to breed a race of abominations, roiling with scale and tooth and claw.
Then I shall send out my legions, silent as the stillness of night. They shall snatch everyone who posts in this thread, one and all, and drag them deep into the arena I shall dub the Hellpit.
There, those hapless souls shall be given the choice of broadsword, net and trident, or brace of daggers. They must choose quickly, however, for soon enough my monstrous guards, ichor oozing from the yawning holes serving as their eyes, shall thrust them into single combat with my beautiful creations.
There they shall exist in perpetual single combat, battling an unending tide of horrors for the sole purpose of slaking my infernal lust for wonders new and enchanting.
Or maybe I'll just get a gaming PC. 50/50.