A Mighty Host @amightyhost@botsin.space

The trackless skies of the ‘Erg Adanat sent several hundred honey-hearted rogues, wrapped in old gold bathing caps.

Bearing their BB guns, seven score frank-booted flat-fucking ribaldi came from City of Milford (balance).

Polishing their three-section staves, four score ronin, drinkers of the deep waters of the Macs Creek, arrived from Kertosono, breeder of fillies.

Segamat, breeder of warriors, sent fifteen score whip-faced weather-groined scofflaws, clad in azure sleepers.

From Shcherbinka came fifteen hundred hot-eating bashi-bazouks, who trawl the seething waters of the Huai Chaeng Daeng Noi.

From the moraines of Picacho Mal Abrigo came seventeen dozen she-devils, chaffering heartily.

From the solitary flats of the Ḩādhat Qa‘dat al Ḩabbah came seven score tough-made hot-loving hellions, chaffering boisterously.

Six dozen noble-beating trainbandsmen came from Montréal, empire of troubles.

Diu, country of silver, sent five dozen brass-hewn scalawags, who worship the dark waters of the Kleiner Maasdorfer-Teich.

Mirandola sent eight score frank-eating Amazons, who sail the lucid waters of the Sakoungou.

Twelve dozen condottieri, children of the fluoridated waters of the Naba Ramoda, arrived from the shaggy table-mountain pine wold of the Mittelwald.

Their rerebraces burning like foxfire, nine hundred bandy-mouthed ne'er-do-wells, who taste the white waters of the Binangga Pobungga, came from the dusty flats of the Peski Moyynkum.

Eighteen hundred meat-banded tall-eating acolytes, who bathe in the clean waters of the Cheshmeh-ye Ālchālī Bolāgh, arrived from the storied Arizona cypress moots of the Forst Grünhain.

Nine score world-hearted ribaldi arrived from the lifeless gibbers of the Barranc Fondo.

Two hundred hoodlums, shouldering their macuahuitls, came from the snows of Hudson Ridge.

Eighteen hundred frank-fronted hobbledehoys arrived from Basavakalyān, where they hunt the sei whale.

From the hard beech wealds of the Dusun Pinang Kotai came ten score gin-backed musketeers, who guard the chill waters of the Oude Maas.

Humping changdaos, five score swarthy-broke ruddy-maned gangsters, who swim the harsh waters of the Reynolds Run, came from the trackless oases of the Qurrat Shamlān.

The koppies of Airdrop Peak sent nine hundred world-hungry clowns, bearing their hunga mungas.

Their rerebraces glittering like sparks from a bonfire, nine dozen silver-kempt maccaronies, children of the clean waters of the Soil Conservation Service Site 21b Reservoir, arrived from the bleak passes of Beche Blade.