युद्ध हाथियों का देवता - - - [CONTEST ENTRY!] (1st Place!) Minecraft Skin

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KnobleKnives
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Once upon a time, there lived an elephant named Tombo. Now Tombo, who had been born in the dry deserts of India, was captured only a few days after being born by a group of environmentalist circus managers named The Good Guys, who were convinced that their Save The Elephants charade was a just one. As for Tombo's mother, she would find herself in Florida (after a few months of aimless wandering), and would then become the victim of at least a hundred-thousand paparazzi who took many a picture and video of the "magical elephant that rose from the sea".

As Tombo grew older, his once innocent, complacent, and calm attitude due to the rush of youthful exuberance became a dark and vindictive maelstrom of hatred that teemed within the darkest recesses of his heart. The ignorant Good Guys believed that by taking him from the harsh landscapes of his homeland and making him preform useless tricks in front of hundreds was for the greater good of the now-vengeful elephant (which was more than capable of defending itself with it's weight of four tons and tusks that could skewer giraffes), but soon, as Tombo's 22nd birthday was only a few days away, they were to be schooled by him on how woefully wrong they really were.

It was the 12th of October, 1995, otherwise known as the birthday of Tombo the elephant. The Good Guys were packing up their apartments, preparing to move to the next location of their circus. As one of them was brushing his yellow teeth (his name was Bradley and he chain-smoked), he heard a crashing sound in the apartment underneath, followed quickly by rumbling and the sound of a woman screaming something that sounded vaguely like "mad elephant!"

Before he could even try to figure out what the woman meant, the commotion beneath ceased and all was quiet.

Brad bellowed to his friend, the other Good Guy guy, Ramon, who was only a few feet away lounging on recliner. "Hey, didya hear that ruckus in the apartment underneath?!"

"What ruckus?", said Ramon, flicking a small horsefly off of his rather large belly (Ramon wasn't that fit and he was hard of hearing).

"Never mind, it's pro'lly just the booze" grumbled Brad, casting a quick glance at the pyramid of empty Heineken cans that they had built in a drunken stupor around 3:27 AM.
Suddenly, the elevator outside dinged, signalling that it was opening. That noise was soon followed by the same rumbling that he had heard below.

Then, the door (and part of the wall) exploded in Brad's face. There, with billowing clouds of hot air streaming from his trunk, stood Tombo, his eyes red with rage and his tusks lowered, the intent of the large pachyderm clear.

A million questions were rushing through Brad's head as he backed away carefully. "How did he find us?", "Why does he want to kill me?", "How did he get up here using the elevator without it breaking under his weight?"

All of these were perfectly relevant questions, but he could not stop to think about them. As he backed toward his 12-gauge, the elephant bellowed and charged, stirring Ramon from his beer-induced slumber. Brad could only gaze in horror, his mouth agape in a silent scream, as the ivory death-weapons that were Tombo's tusks were driven into his body, killing him in a split-second. Ramon, who had been watching the whole ordeal take place, grabbed the shotgun from Brad's cold fingers and proceeded to shoot the berserk, four-ton mammal in the face. With his last dying breath, Tombo flew into a viking-like fervor and threw Ramon out of a window with his trunk, and then collapsed in a lifeless heap.

As his free spirit flew through the air and into the sky, a small deity with goat horns and a business suit (her name was Esmerelda, the goddess of promotions) popped into existence in front of his face. "We have been watching your activity" spoke Esmerelda, her voice set in a flat but professional sort of way,"and we like what we see. Your berserk anger has been most impressing to the higher-ups. How would you like to have your spirit promoted to a deity?"

Tombo thought it over for a few hours, considering the pros and cons of becoming an immortal being, and then accepted the offer.

"Alrighty!" exclaimed the goddess of promotions, "you are now the god of war-elephants. Here's the pamphlet on what your new job is and the small guideline paper describing what powers you have and how to use them. Have a nice day."

and so ends the tale of how Tombo became Timbor, the god of war-elephants

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Yep, this be my contest entry (The Hindi text on the title means 'god of war elephants). The god of war-elephants. Yep...anyhoo, I came up with this idea after reading about the Hindi god, Ganesha in my handy-dandy book on mythology from around the world. I very much enjoyed making this skin, the head being especially enjoyable. Yes, the palette is still on the .png file. Feel free to use it at your discretion! ;)

Enjoy!

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