11-14-2007, 05:26 PM
*You notice an elder battle farmer with absent-minded look on his face approaching. He is wearing the most sexy hat you've ever seen and carries a deadly looking pitchfork, which he swings around with amazing skill. He walks past and mutters something about this place smelling like old farts.*
"Battlegrounds are their fields, enemies are their crops, they are the reapers."
-Defination of a battle farmer, Codex of the battle farmers.