I blacken your breath, I spoil your grin, I hunt in a pack, And kill from within.

I have a king, I have a queen. The jester hides among the rest.

I bring life back to dull and desolate lands. Millions of farmers the world over rely on me, and my various forms to fulfill their plans. In motion, I resemble a chasse. With my absence, you couldn’t click your pen in class.

Some of me ride, some of me crash, sometimes I'm known to make a small splash. I'm usually found with objects that bash. I can come as a single, sometimes I come stacked. I'm made to be beaten, but pretty worthless if cracked.

An Eastern ship or scattered parts, the pieces left from one departs. Unread, unwanted electronic bits, to be gifted this would test my wits.