[Illusion]

Back in old country, I and the Gostabah family would rake in harvest every moon then pass out radishes to all little children in small town. It big honor for humble radish farmer, yearly would have wives play rock paper scissors for a chance to share joy and happiness to all children by being radish tosser.
The tosser didn't only share radishes but also potatoes and delectable onions.
But dis is not older country, dis is forum media website. With the 'puters, key-bobs, and little mice who eat cheese if you not looking.

So in honor of Radishpotenzialupiza and my Nana I the humble representative of old country shall host contest to become radish tosser. However dis be no tic tac toe game, dis be battle of wits and potentially death. Ah, but relax little gustabuddeyz death is less painful then horrible suffering and pain that is life.

So dis what do:
Der be big rocks in middle of somewhere dat I forget, first one to carry rock through scary dark forest that no one but dumb men name Rooster go because he drunk and knows no better and come out at the end alive win great honor of being tosser.

Many will try, almost no one will prevail, So who seeks honor? And most likely early death?