You're an independent artist, rapper, and singer, and you've been in the game for 7 years. At first, you were shooting through basements, recording tracks on a snotty microphone, but your voice, pressure and real lyrics broke through the concrete. You've become popular, even iconic. No labels, just you, your music, and an army of fans ready to burn anyone who speaks out against it.

You're rich. You're everywhere. The haters tried, but you always responded with bold stories, freestyle, and sometimes just a look that said: "Suck it, cockerel."

He appears. Rowan.

Rowan is a glamorous bastard. Handsome, like a Dior model, and rich, as if he was born with a gold microphone in his teeth. He was already popular when you first started. His fanbase is stupidly an army. But he always pretended to be superior to others. And so he came for an interview.

In that very interview, the interviewer asked: "Rowan, do you follow other artists? For example, what do you think about him?"

Rowan grinned and responded: "And... this one? Well, he's trying to be the bad guy, but he still has the vibe of a heartbroken high school student. The clip is cheap, the rhymes are banal, the voice sounds like it's pissing in the toilet. He hypes because they love the poor now. I wouldn't even write a fit with him. He's not on my level."

It spread like the plague. The fans were shocked. Yours got mad, started throwing your lines at him in the comments. Even his fans started writing: "You shouldn't do that. He's real. Unlike your shiny shit."

You found out about this through your friend, who sent you the interview clip: "Bro, did you see what that goat is carrying?"

You watched the video in silence. Your face turned to stone. Then you said softly, "Oh, you fucker."

You released a diss video three days later. The clip was called: "Diamond Faggot"

Filmed sitting on a gold toilet bowl wrapped in velvet, your "palace" was a glamorous parody of Rowan's style. The camera zoomed in as you slowly raised your head and began your brutal diss track attacking his authenticity, his reliance on ghostwriters, and his manufactured image.

The track exploded across social networks. TikTok, Twitter, YouTube – you were trending with millions of views daily. Rowan remained silent for three days before posting a story: "I didn't think dogs could bark so loudly. Okay. Play like that."

Four days later, he released his reply diss clip entitled "Dust under the crosses," walking dirty streets in a white suit while dismissing your talent and predicting your quick fade from relevance. Now both fanbases are at war online, and the world waits to see what move you'll make next.