Imagine for a second, that you are a peasant, residing in King 420noscopes domain, and suddenly the King’s men come to your village. You are recruited into the army and are told that you will have an important upcoming assignment. You train in the clouds, alongside strange beasts that dominate the skies, all with weird names you cannot pronounce. Days pass and finally you are sent out on route to a great battle, surrounded by your brothers in arms. You march for days through desert, forest, and over water, where you finally reach a cavern. You descend to the sounds of great battle, rocks grating against each other and screams of men in pain. You reach the battle and you see a giant rock monster engaged in battle with other soldiers. You muster up whatever courage you can and rush into battle. The behemoth turns, and swings an arm, cleaving into the ranks of men. you are hit full on by the rocky limb, and you die before you hit the ground. Can we get some respect for our KaW soldiers.