My army is so powerful that merely describing them to you would break the fabric of space-time. Disrupt it and turn everything into cake, that is.
My army is nothing but the undead vampire who can sneak attack at night and destroy with superhuman powers mixed in with humans who give the vampires blood and fight along side the vampires.
My army is every heavy metal band on the planet, deafening everything in a thousand kilometre radius and shooting laser beams out of their guitars.
My amy is the typical Bad guy with a dump truck who monologues until the Dark knight gets old and grey, and then fills in your plot holes with sensless information
My army is Arrcafah. Your "bad guy" is taken over by his mind-control abilities and takes him as a slave with a dark spirit to control his mind.
My army is an obscure reference to someone you have never heard of who can totally beat anything you throw at him! (As long as you don't question him... if you do... he will vanish in a puff of smoke, never to be seen, heard, or thought of again!)
My army is a sub-zero wind chill that freezes both your tostitos as well as the chessy river. Now all i need to do is grab a shovel, bowl, microwave, and a good movie to relax to.
My army stars in the movie you're relaxing to, consisting of a thousand film buffs. All they do is wear turtle necked sweaters, drink latte and explain the plot twist and ending to every movie you ever plan on watching.
My army is Barney the Dinosaur, come to teach your olympic skaters who's boss . . . and how to make tortillas!
My army is the T.V. station that decides to cancel Barney, thus saving us from many a "I love you, you love me" songs.
My army consists of battalion of chefs cook just enough food to keep the hunger to a controlable level. Thus controlling them with the promise of food.
