Imagine you are in a medieval city. You see the grandiose castle in the distance as you tread the earthen paths. You pass a tall church and a heavily muscled serf. As the serf rounds the corner with his grain, he saw a large hill. There was a strange trail of what appeared to be liquid gold. The serf bent over and pooled the liquid in his hands. Warm thoughts came to his mind as he tasted it. Then, his eyes snapped open and he felt a wave of disappointment. It tasted like...cheese? The serf made his way up the large hill, stopping every few feet because of his sack of grain. It was huge, and transporting it had been a form of weight lifting. There were several moments when he almost fell down the hill.

Hours later, he finally made it to the top, and he couldn’t believe his eyes. It was a very grand temple, made out of...cheese? The serf started to question his eyes, but before he could get up, he fainted.
The knight that followed the serf was able to reach the Temple of Cheese without fainting, but he was also shocked. He walked in to see the temple filled with zealots, aor at least that’s what he thought they were. There were 30 of them, clustered around a table. They chanted some kiind of hymn, and suddenly the knight heard it. “All hail the godhead!” over and over. Suddenly he felt a strange sensation, and it felt as if power was coursing through his veins. His eyes flashed blue, and for a second, he saw a large thumb. Then, it was gone. He was back to normal, And then chanting returned to, “Halnasseh, Halnasseh.”
He stood up, not realizing he was on the ground, and left
He told his nobleman that the temple was cursed and the zealots should be burned at the stake.
The nobleman didn’t react as expected, since he smiled sheepishly.
“I...I-I know what you’re talking about.”
“Were you in there?!?”
“Yes,” said the nobleman sadly.
“Why?”
“The temple of cheese isn’t cursed,” The nobleman said ”the thumblord is”
“What is that?” said the knight.
“A large thumb. You can only see it if you are possessed. It will kill you within 4 hours of you seeing it”
Suddenly, the knight fell on the ground, started spasming, and his eyes glowed blue.
Then, the spasming got worse, before he blew up, and there was just a thumb left.

The noble gasped and ran. He drew his sword, and knew that if he killed this thumb, he would become immune. He could grant blessings to the entire town. He rushed, swung, the sword clashed, and the thumb grew its own sword.
Clash.
Swing.
Duck.
Block.
Parry.
Thrust.
Jab.
Parry.
Clash.
Jab.
Clash.
Swing.
Duck.
Swing.
Thrust.
Kill.
The thumb was down. The nobleman looked outside, feeling quite good about himself. He walked out onto the balcony and gasped when he saw the hell beneath him. It used to be his town. There were more thumb victims, more sword fighters, and the massive Thumblord, towering over the scene laughing. At least, he thought, it was a laugh.