Shai Hulud. Fuck yes. I am riding a sandworm into battle in the old Fremen way. And not just a sandworm, but Shai Hulud, the maker, and kinda-sorta the God Emperor Leto II!
Actaully, I don't really think I explored the depth of what I could do with this. Ok.... I'm riding in on a monstrosity sewn together from the remains of the gods of every religion ever. It screams in torment, a terrible remnant of what was once beautiful and glorious. Behind me streams distorted clones of my enemies, striking fear into their hearts the way only they can. My weapons? A burning sword built from broken dreams and lost hope, and a staff that shoots pain. Pure, blazing pain. And lightning. Just 'cause I can.