Words of the Constant
Ha! The sun is no warrior if it cannot penetrate this.
Fit for Asgard.
Ashes to ashes.
I prefer battle to science.
Dust to dust.
Perhaps science can enhance my combat skills.
Its strange power did not protect it from fire.
A mystical thing.
No more meat will come from here!
It is an absurd machine that makes meat.
In the blink of an eye, what once was is no more!
Valhalla, we come!
Might the gods witness this visage and offer protection.
It holds me back from Valhalla.
Feel the passion inside!
Thy machismo frighten me not!
A glorious feast indeed!
Red like blood.
I prefer your black brethren.
This bird knows about the cold.
Such fluffy feathers.
Armor of iron for my steed!
A prisoner!
Smash!
Some pretty normal rocks.
He may be a worthy combat comrade.
Tis barren as the rainless desert.
Tis consumed by flame!
The plague hath overwhelmed it completely!
A plague festers within it!
Hark, be wary! Tis fruit I see.
It hath been stripped of its bounty.
It had not the strength to withstand this heat.
Tis either a rock or vegetable. Neither are food.
Yuck.
I shall not eat that.
The rock veggie is sprouting.
A miniature frozen mountain.
Poor glacier!
Poor glacier!
The lava crust is firm.
The lava crust is reforming.
Beautiful light!
Looks delicate.
A gift from Mani.
My mere presence struck terror into their tree-hearts!
My mere presence struck terror into their tree-hearts!
Chaaaarge!
You don't frighten me!
Strong enough to bind the sails of my longship.