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My rank shall be Elitist.
A tank slowly rolls over you. Never speeding up but never stopping, and crushes you into the earth.
A man with a sword on a horse rides you down at a canter and splits your skull down to your teeth.
A man in full plate armor on a horse also in full plate, rides you down at full gallop and breaks a lance off in your heart.
Some guy beats you to within an inch of your wretched, miserable existence.
Some guy beats you to death.
A wizard beats you to death within the confines of a magic circle, trapping you inside. He then summons a demon from the Outer Dark to consume your soul as well.