Re: Spawning of Bob - Sigmar Claus's Dilemma It's even better on the second read. I can see you incorporated comets into his beard and a hammer into pen. Your attention to details is great.
We three kings of Nehekara With 3 armies we travers afar Through sandy moot, mountain, desert we follow the star of sigmar. 'O' star of sigmar, star of light, our royal beauty is shining bright, westward leading, our armies proceeding Elven blood we spill tonight Settra was born on Nehekaras plain. We hide from him, this guy is insane, Ruling all, wrathful as ever His thirst for war, gettin bigger. 'O' star of sigmar, star of light, our royal beauty is shining bright, westward leading, our armies proceeding Elven blood we spill tonight. My blade I have to offer thy Settra thinks he's god of the sky Worship and praising, all men raising the heads of those who deny his divine r-i-i-ght. O' star of sigmar, star of light, our royal beauty is shining bright, westward leading, our armies proceeding Elven blood we spill tonight. Ogres made him go insane, powdered his dad and shat on his remains. Now he hunt them, through the mourn mountains, spraying flab, gore and their brains O' star of sigmar, star of light, our royal beauty is shining bright, westward leading, our armies proceeding Elven blood we spill tonight. Dark elves were not safe from his eyes, poncy emo pricks they described, their heads bowed, lifted up high, on banners to the gods en high! O' star of sigmar, star of light, our royal beauty is shining bright, westward leading, our armies proceeding Elven blood we spill tonight.
Let's see... in Xmas' time, what's better than Candybelchers and Santa Ogres? (Note: the pictures and the ogres are not mine, but I "know" the original poster ) Link. n. 1 Link n. 2