Words of the Constant
Someone must dwell here.
Signs of a battle past.
A most well placed sign.
I shall write a tale of triumph!
Sticky and gross.
Wouldn't make much of a comb.
A hearty feast!
A meaty, nuggety feast!
How I long for battle.
A test of my willpower.
Fenrir's spawn!
A fallen foe.
It burns with eternal passion!
These hounds are truly warriors.
A token of my conquest.
Reminds me of home.
Winter dwells inside!
It hurts my teeth.
It contains no the meat!
A chunk of cold.
Teeth of frost!
The machine is fired up!
It is spitting considerably less ice forth.
Ice from fire!
It needs more fire!
Its fire is about to go out.
The backpack of the beast.
A gift from Ullr!
It glows with a warrior's spirit.
Woah!
I suspect nothing of this rock.
I care not for such frilly things.
I care not for such frilly things.
I care not for such frilly things.
I care not for such frilly things.
I care not for such frilly things.
I care not for such frilly things.
I care not for such frilly things.
I care not for such frilly things.
I care not for such frilly things.
I care not for such frilly things.
I care not for such frilly things.
Barely worthy of my warrior feet.
Adequate.
I care not for such frilly things.
I care not for such frilly things.
I care not for such frilly things.
I care not for such frilly things.
I care not for such frilly things.
I care not for such frilly things.