[spoiler]*Koldraxon's Avatar then gestures to himself.* This is my image. A form based on Protoss and Human species. Clad in combat armor. This, is but a statue, directed to defy normality by my will alone. This, is the might of an Arch compressed in stone and metal and will. It could shatter worlds, shape reality, and ofcourse, speak. [/spoiler][spoiler]*Koldraxon's Avatar then gestures to you.* Then there is you, shaped by reality and time. Incapable of altering yourself without causing pain and confusion. However, over countless eons of thinking 'what is easy for people to understand the meaning off by first-glance?', my kind perfected many ways of changing the shape, species, and everything, of a single person, or a world. The wings' angularity is the shape of Order. Their alignment is Order. My form is Ordered by symmetry, a symmetry that I made. For I am Order-Imposed-on-Chaos: Koldraxon.[/spoiler] [spoiler] Now, other than that anecdote, start thinking. Here's a search engine for you to show me examples. *Koldraxon's Avatar hands That Pink Ranger something very much like a laptop, only better in every possible way.*[/spoiler]