O uhmmm... wood thingy that comes from the ground.
Here my... *looks at paper* word!
I call thee to uhm.... eat the sand.
Come forth whatchamacallit wood moving sand eating wriggly giant with a mushroom head! @_@
(This post was last modified: 07-02-2015, 12:42 AM by Story Teller.)
Blades of warriors fallen, aid me in my time of need.
The blood of my enemies, the blood of myself
A tribute to gain thy favor.
Rain forth sword and spears.
With great storms of axes.
May none on the battlefield escape your hunger.
Iron Typhoon!
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(This post was last modified: 07-02-2015, 11:11 AM by The Legendary Joe.)
I summon the elite wooden golem, with his wooden shield and wooden spiked mace.
After accidentally ripping the apron off and forcing all the men in the area to get nosebleeds, the asexual golem will crush and then devour Miss Sandy. Yum.
Spirits of fire, heed my call!
Engulf this golem in flame walls!
Let the flames touch the sky!
Rejoice when the smoke flies high!
While I yell the incantation as loud as possible and get everyone's attention, my trained spiders creep up behind the golem with a can of gasoline and matches and unceremoniously torch the golem, because I slept through fire magic class.
I grab the charcoal, put it in a grill and make hamburgers.
(This post was last modified: 07-03-2015, 01:58 PM by Jens.)