Be thee rejoiced! Blow thy horns, hierophants, feed the Earth with flesh and blood of manfools, dance thee in gladness and thriumphs, for The One and True Woodsie Lord bes awakened!
I bes the milk, the honey and the jacksberry thee eat and I bes the leaf that feeders on the fleshed ones!
Tremble, giant-things, for I come for thee! Thee builds thy walls of dead stone, thee builds thy roof of dead trees, so me builds mine servants of thy dead bones!
P.S. I'm not crazy.
rtyffg is away 8-16 November, so I'm here to temporary replace Pangea in he's righteous cause of bringing the green hell to the planet.