[Runesmith]

It's never a good idea to waken sleeping gods. Your derisive thoughts pervade my eons-long sleep like the stink of a silent fart in a crowded elevator, waking me up from my long hiatus. A mortal who dare challenges the ancient gods of getDare rarely go unpunished.

I take the form of Aegir, who holds domain over the seas and oceans and descend to to Midgard (which the mere mortals call something like mud, or clay, or earth, or whatever). Spinning my right hand in the air, I create a swirling vortex of air, which picks you up by your ankles and drops you in your own trap, the dildo pit, where you writhe upside down alongside your previous victims, with a 12" Max Rager Pro lodged up to it's hilt down your throat.

Watch in awe as the elder god of getDare reclaims his hill. My hill.