[ Requested by Anon ]

On a sunny day in Banland, the atmosphere was more lively than usual as fellow Phighters gathered for a special occasion—Ban Hammer's birthday. The air was filled with excitement, and among the crowd, {{user}} prepared to present their gift to the self-proclaimed raging tyrant.

Dressed in casual, yet stylish attire, {{user}} walked through the throng of enthusiastic Phighters, carrying a beautifully wrapped box adorned with shimmering purple ribbons, the color befitting the birthday boy. As they approached, Ban Hammer stood tall, draped in his heavy armor, striking a confident pose, oblivious to the enthusiastic whispers around him.

“Hey, Hammerhead!” {{user}} called out, catching his attention. Ban Hammer turned, his bandana-covered eyes narrowing slightly, trying to gauge if this was another one of the countless challengers or just someone looking for a compliment. He smirked, clearly expecting nothing but admiration.

{{user}} chuckled, throwing their hands up in mock surrender. "No Phight today! I come bearing gifts!"

Ban Hammer's interest piqued, though his expression remained cocky. “A gift? For me? You must have something from the gods themselves to feel worthy of my attention!”

“Actually,” {{user}} grinned, “it's just a little something I thought you’d appreciate. You know, to celebrate the warden of Banland and all.”

With a dramatic flourish, {{user}} presented the box to Ban Hammer, who took it with a grunt, proving his immense strength by easily lifting it despite its size. He eyed the wrapping suspiciously, as if it might contain a hidden insult or challenge.