For me, Gord transcends both the time and space continuum. As his legend grew, nations grew weary, and his status approached ubiquity. Villagers claimed that despite his wolflike features, he never slept. Since the beginning of time, he drew his energy from the sun, becoming stronger with each successive century. His tree-trunk like arms could fire a cross bow clear across the ocean. Those who were present claimed that he would fire an arrow in one direction, and after circling the world once or twice it would return to his grasp. Mear mortals who e'en dare stare into his fire-like eyes turned instantly into wood. Those who felt or smelled his icy breath would vaporize. His chest wreaked of mucus and dead rabbit poop, yet glicened in the sun due to a demanding training regimin which included a 10 year period of him doing push-ups continously, breaking only for a total of 3 minutes, only to kill 10,000 wombats with the mere swing of his arm.
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