“It’s amazing how little it is to connote a saint in Wapadi tradition. Simply learn how to project a little ectoplasmic (warm hue variant) halo and the Dear Consumer knows you are good and holy. Even if you’re merely a hedgefund wizard, not even a beeromancer.” – the Apocrypha of Saint Fox 2:16
I’ll make no bones about it. Fools these mortals be, with their petty squabbles and their disregard for reason. Makes a shave-pate monk-saint wonder how all will end, after the last canticle is sung, the last candle mass is wrung.
Brave Sir Knight Pointyhorns strove against the Buggles of the dark places of the ——shire, the bards do tell. Beasts they were, great and gaunt. Half-bug, half-man, half-elephant, with mouths like razors and great mourney eyes. Yay, verily, smote them Sir Knight Pointyhorns most well, as proven by these dents upon his shield of yore and by this vial of pure buggle acid.