The Ballad of Marinara

A wiz there once was, and he made his own world.
He toiled six days ('twas tradition).
And rather than sticking too tight to a plan,
This mage followed his own intuition.

Upon Wednesday, as a blank map he unfurled,
A powerful thirst brought distraction.
So he opened a flask of a favorite drink
Of tomatoes put through liquefaction.

The drink was refreshing but something was off.
He quaffed, then he built a new nation.
He quite failed to notice his vegetable juice
Had undergone slight fermentation!

The flavors of basil and celery lingered.
The garlic provoked introspection.
How it colored his breath as he wove his great spells
Would forever elude recollection.

Upon the next day as he looked at the scroll,
He considered some massive correction,
But then whimsically left them, because they were names
He regarded with honest affection.

Lol that's awesome:)))

Should find a way to work this into the in-game lore somehow.