[ WP ] Your username

As I charge through the battlefield, I tackle head on against my foes. Skewering them with my blades, rampaging through their ranks. My will was steel, but so was my body. I was a god amongst mortals. I was undefeatable. My armor shining, blinding even, as I marched up the stairs to the throne, with the coppery taste of crimson on my lips. To take my place as the rightful king, oh how I have long waited for this day. The false king cowers as I approach him. I grab hold of his round face, and proceed to crush it. His bones were as hard as oakwood, but my strength was of steel. False King Sudu was no more. With crown in hand and false king at my feet, I take my rightful place as king. 
 
 I am King Garfu. 
 
 
 
 **finish reading my story first before reading anything under here!!: P** 
 
 Garfu means fork in my native language while sudu means spoon. Read the story again and see if it makes a bit more sense now.
