"At the beginning of the new dawn, the sun will flare over the hillside. Andrew Hussie will appear in a blinding light riding a majestic pegasus with flowing fire for a mane. The horse bucks, a powerful whine cracks the air like lightning. Hussie will bathe the land in holy radiance pouring from tip of his legendary sword."
"The MSPA reader will fall to his knees in awe at the sight of the one true god. His gate to escape from the Land of Stumps and Dismay illuminated and opened."
TLDR: A hallowing tale of death and glory.
I shall regale you of our fabled bards song during this clear and starlight night. Passed through Equinians as horse whispers. Galloping rhythmic tones and whines to relax foals after frolicking all day in the warm suns. The singing winds whistling off the bulbous heart shaped protrusions in the mountains would cool the heated beads of moisture from our muzzles and muscular bodies.
May your rivers run clear and pure and your fields fresh and fertile.
Last Edit: Aug 13, 2016 10:54:01 GMT by terratalah