If getting struck by lightning was the pinnacle of misery, traveling with you is like climbing the highest mountain during a thunderstorm plated in copper mail and yell out to the heaven from the mountain top: ‘Screw you Gods!’ (Freely recited, I can’t be bothered to look up the actual text :P)
But yeah, I don’t think ‘just Fwoosh’ is going to cut it here, so let’s hope Sasha knows what she’s doing. 😀
Hmm, if one of the medallions is fire and the other one is ice, what happens if you combine the both?
Water? Mist? A singularity which swallows the entire castle with everything and everyone within it?
It was trying to explain what happens to spilt petrol and a flicked cigarette end to someone with no experiment of fuel and fires beyond a wood camp-fire type affair.
(and their word was Whoomph, not Fwoosh, but the same applies I think!)
This page reminds me on Terry Pratchett’s book Truckers.
“It goes fwooosh”
“Just fwooosh?”
“Fwooosh is enough!”
Different story, but how was that?
If getting struck by lightning was the pinnacle of misery, traveling with you is like climbing the highest mountain during a thunderstorm plated in copper mail and yell out to the heaven from the mountain top: ‘Screw you Gods!’ (Freely recited, I can’t be bothered to look up the actual text :P)
But yeah, I don’t think ‘just Fwoosh’ is going to cut it here, so let’s hope Sasha knows what she’s doing. 😀
Hmm, if one of the medallions is fire and the other one is ice, what happens if you combine the both?
Water? Mist? A singularity which swallows the entire castle with everything and everyone within it?
Okay, probably not the last one. 😛
It was trying to explain what happens to spilt petrol and a flicked cigarette end to someone with no experiment of fuel and fires beyond a wood camp-fire type affair.
(and their word was Whoomph, not Fwoosh, but the same applies I think!)