Humans feared her above all others and many would kill themselves the moment there was any sign she was coming for them. In truth, Titania did not much care about the well being of her sisters so long as they were not killed. Sharp blades pierced into each of her extremities, ripping her flesh open to gush profusely across the slab. By the end only a very lanky, gore enshrouded skeleton remained on the slab, only the hands, feet, and head maintaining flesh. Previously, Virginia had felt sick of never being able to bully and beat on her sisters as thoroughly and absolutely as she wanted. As the spire of a woman entered the competition, fully cloaked in a very tall robe, something seemed different. The cries of horror were beyond comprehension, and the Great Big Bitch Virginia suffered in ways nobody had ever suffered before. As Titania’s reputation grew she began to develop rivals. When they prepared to compete for speed, the Great Big Bitch Virginia bolted clean through each of them, quite literally tearing many of her sisters into pieces as she passed by.
