Oh the Supper warriors, the fabled elite paramilitary force of the enigmatic religious order Watchtower. Despite the pacifist facade of Watchtower, each Supper warrior is a carefully crafted murdering machine. Word is the training regimen consists of a neverending humiliation at the hands of others, which sparks an unquenchable thirst for human blood. This haunting cognitive dissonance is strengthened even further by upholding the doctrine of impurity of blood, which forbids any form of contact with the blood of others. While this creates obvious military drawbacks by disallowing field surgery on Supper warriors, it is the only safeguard keeping them in check; otherwise, they could very well turn on other Watchtowerites. In case of an emergency, a Supper warrior is issued a bottle of vintage Port wine to be drank immediately - part of the doctrine rests on the principle of suppersubstantiation, a belief that drinking such wine teleports your soul to a hearty supper with John Henry Hubbard, the first prophet of the Watchtower, where your soul regenerates its strength and cleanse you of all sinful thoughts, thoughts not related to killing whomever you're ordered to kill. To prevent any loss of precision and accuracy of a Supper warrior incurred by consuming too much divine wine, it is commonly issued together with a substance called lembas, which regenerates the body and shields it from deleterious effects of the previous mind-alteration, summarily known as Last Supper postsuppersubstantion traumatic disorder and popularly called hangover. These panacean effects lead some Supper warriors to overestimating its true power though. It is not unheard of Supper warriors who ate several slices of lembas at once believing it could instantly cure deadly wounds such as forced guttural ejection or a being split in a half by a high-powered laser syndrome. Still, the power of Port is held in an even higher esteem - many a Supper warrior charged alone into battle with a bottle in one hand and a quadmounted hyperturbolaser in the other four, all the while singing uplifting battle hymns about precision and accuracy.