I don't want to down vote you at all. Rather, I'd like to dwell on your words. Probably for a moment, then the moments gone. There weren't many farmers left, the young boys took up shovels in the stead of their fathers weakness. The year was 1298, and something and Marco Polo was still blessing the Earth. Wilberforce and Wilbraham knew how to dig, the sweat dripping from their brow. They both stood 6 feet tall, measured by the eye, and had well built bodies. They began to plant seeds as the light rain began to fall. "Shit!" Wilberforce gripes. "What happened?" Wilbraham quickly snapped his head around to see what could be described as a corn man. Time began to slow, Wilberforce could see every individual rain drop bouncing off of the stock of corn man. Wilbraham stutters, "we...can't...this isn't...real?" He closes his eyes tighter than he ever had before. Alas, to no avail. The corn man, not but 40 feet from Wilbraham's south east, begins to charge. The two collectively contemplating how this could be reality, when Wilberforce chucks his shovel at the creature. Wilbraham's mind racing, "wait!"...the shovel, blade first, strikes the corn man between the nipples. Fatally impaled by a shovel, he reaches for the handle. He begins to spit up baby corn men, as he simultaneously casts fireball; transforming them into popcorn men. Wilberforce and Wilbraham cast monster summoning level 1.