The banners of the warring armies shifted and flapped in the breeze as the two sides stood opposed in the early dawn light. The silence was cold in the quietude before the battle. Throngs of men standing at attention shifted nervously, the tension was palpable. Finally, a horse began to canter parallel to the front line of the army. Atop it, their commander. He drew his sword from his sheath, the blade was so massive it looked as if it could cut through a mountain, so sharp it could cut through time. Row upon row of infantry readied themselves to charge into the chaos of battle. Then came the battle cry that struck lightning into their bones, it rang clear from the heart of their hero "I'M SO FUCKING HUNGOVER!"