"Together they'll prevail over all. Otherwise both sides shall fall."
Twas the turn before Questmas, and all throughout the field, two armies were stirring, and neither would yield.
“Well, you coming in?”
When there’s no more rhyme in Hellabad, the croaked will dance on Erf.
"That’s no coincidence. It’s natural findamancy."
The secret tunnel sparkled around Rip...
They were in the midst of battle, marching through the heart of an enemy capital.
After 120,000 turns, Delorean was finally out of time.
“Level one? The ruler of this dwagon army is only flippin’ level one?”
You can never have enough dwagons. That’s what Rip had realized as he led his air force towards Twin Pines.