Me, in an heat-resistant, trailer home size barrel, praying: (Thank the Lord for the Bagklock universe Olympians fixing what they could of their issues in the 20th century and try to be in mortal bodies for once in their immortal lives.)



Outside the barrel is Earl Zolubu silently BREWING in rage, sitting on an chipping and burned steel stool, without his hefty silver ring weights on his wrists, ankles, and abdomen to hold back his inner aura from erupting all across an area of around 6,336 miles, with an load of various noises that twists the soul itself, making the ground shake violently at random spots, heating those spots to an volcanic state, making random spots in the air explode like heated bubbles with the force of 100 million firecrackers, making random objects explode and burst to flames, sucking in heat energy straight to Earl, an authentic Emperor's Ring is formed in the sky, and the 5 meter round area center of all of this heated aura is 2,072 degrees [F], while the rest of the area is 145 degrees [F]. But, the 16 foot tall spirit of his sword, Lanza, is doing her best to keep Earl from getting off his spot with just her huge hands on his shoulders.



Me: (And Lanza is being an really big help right now. But, this inner aura heat eruption is an ridiculous problem. Also, disclaimer: The Bagklock Universe version of Hades is not like Disney's Hades. Trust me on that.)