In the land of Hezel, a ceremony of solemn religion took place. The fires burned, the people kneeled, and the high priest's voice rose to heaven itself.
"We beseech you, o god, to bless us and house yourself in this idol. Vimur carved it for you, and it is his finest work. Behold the dragon wings that themselves are wicked as anything. Observe with your divine eyes the idol's six eyes which are so sick I can hardly believe it. Check out these flame decals too, o god."
The entire assembly murmured in agreement with how killer the idol was, but the priest had more to say. "It has two tails, not one, and they're all spiky, o god. Do not ignore its left hand, which is a sweet hook hand. I wish I had one of those, almost as much as I wish for your divine approval. The other hand holds, as you see, a big old hammer that's just ridiculously tough.
"If any god hears our prayers and either looks kind of like this idol or simply appreciates how rad it is, descend and dwell among us. I beseech you."
So he said, and after that day, Hezel became prosperous above all other lands.
Finis
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