Stack me, sell me, put me on a shelf. Use me, ignore me, just don't burn me. Give me dog ears, write on me, or maybe even consider me holy...just please don't ban me.

From cursed seed I swiftly rise, a spiral path to stolen skies. I pierce the clouds with greedy grace, To reach a giant’s hidden place. What am I, whose sudden bloom, led a boy to gold, and wealthy boon?

People run me in many configurations. You slay foes with diverse weaponry. Demon extermination; your motivation. This game's influence made history.

In the darkest black with a metal skin, I warned of an attack, One if by land, two if by sea A nation soon to be free

A simple shell of toughness built to last in rain and shine. From residential smoky vents to ancient castle spires. I now stand to break by hand or mark your garden line. Formation's cast to stand at last in raging furnace fires.