[ WP ] You discover a grand hall filled with legendary weapons like Mjonir and Excalibur . Each generation or so , warriors come to the hall to inherit a weapon that they are worthy enough to wield . Across the hall you see a forgotten weapon that 's been collecting dust . You hear it call to you .

`` Hey! *Hey*! Hey, you!'' 
 
 I stood dumbfounded. Amids all the weapons and war implements, I heard a voice echo - an earnest, insistent imperative. I stood, turning slowly. 
 
 `` Hey! Dude! I'm here!'' 
 
 I focused on an oblong rectangle, leaning haphazardly against the stone wall. I approached in trepidation. 
 
 `` Listen! I've been waiting for you!'' 
 
 In a stupor I bent low and actually spoke back. `` Who... *what* are you?'' 
 
 `` Why, I'm the Two-By-Four of Justice! I excel at smacking good sense into knaves and fools throughout the land! I just need a hearty soul to wield me, and give me an opportunity to do what I do best! Pick me up! Use me!'' 
 
 I reached over and grabbed the board. It was solid, thick. Hard. I raised it up, turned, and did a practice swing, knocking an imaginary oaf across his skull. 
 
 `` This... is marvelous...'' I muttered to no one in particular. 
 
 `` You know it!'' echoed the board. 
 
 As I slowly but gleefully exited the hall, arms outstretched holding the board, I had a thought. `` Do you have a name?'' I asked cautiously. 
 
 `` Sure!'' the board chimed. `` My name is... Planck''.
