Words of the Constant
Raiders! Attaaaaaack!!
There is no water to be found within.
Why must we coddle the plants thus?
Art thou the captain of this ship? Then you shall go down with it!
Cutest flying meat.
Thou art safe with me, sea meat.
Grabbest thy shut eye!
It might make a good bludgeon, at least.
A child's toy.
Baked all the life out of it.
The trickster children shall tremble as I don this ghoulish helm!
This gourd doth lack a visage!
Tis surely a delicious meat pie in disguise!
Piping hot orange mush.
Do you wish to fight, vegetable?
Quite formidable, for a vegetable.
Tiny nature bits.
Alas, 'tis not a very lively sparring partner.
Like staring up into the spotlights...
An amulet of dark powers.
It is clouded by a mysterious energy.
Odin's eye guides our path.
Accept my offering, oh mighty gods.
The beast grows restless when tis not fed.
'Tis a post. Unworthy of mine attention.
It climbeth the walls.
A colossal queen.
Servant of a terrible god.
'Tis dedicated to its god.
Its days of war are past.
'Tis barren.
'Tis a fancy bowl.
'Tis a handful of seeds, for not-meat.
It will hold much meat.
A container for food.
Treasure!
Coin! Prepare to be spent!
Fortune is mine!
I have earned the god's favor!
T'would be an honor to be fed to the sky god, beast.
Tis a delicacy!
It doth trap sea-meat.
Tis not food fit for a god.
The wheat hath fallen in battle.
This is certain to anger the god.
I shall offer it to the great god!
This shall quench the god's appetite.
'Tis what the Gnaw desires, paltry though it is.
The Gnaw desires... not this.
Consumed by Hel's fire.