Once there was a farmer living on the edge of a cliff, waiting for a mailman with his fancy duck. He wanted a lot of the fabulous eggs from the extraordinarily demon sized ghost king who only thought about eating himself some nice cold demon ducks.
The ghost king offered anyone legendary enough eggs to slay the god known as Photine goddess of light.
Farmer John Egbert died trying to satiate his majesty’s hunger and was brought
(i didnt even imply anything or swear lelelel)