You gather your inner energy and produce a lightning bolt:
Unfortunately you were standing in a puddle of water and electrocute yourself..Lol you are the worst magician ever and you should feel bad. I mean cmon - a puddle?! You lose a life, you big goof.
"Stupid puddle!" Angel Food scrambles away when a new found agility and manages to climb a tree. "This entire bog is a puddle!" The definition of bog is true, but the definition of tree is stretched very thin here. Angel Food looked more like a seagull ontop of a spire's flag.
Angel Food poised himself again. He wonders if maybe the full magic blast attach is inappropriate...
❤️ +
+ 
!magicblast
You gather your inner energy and produce a lightning bolt:
The lightning produced by your magic hands would have been great....if your enemy were an ant. The foe laughs at the pathetic spark emitted from your bony fingers and takes you down with a swift counterstrike. You lose a life and your Wizard street-cred!
The mob of pesents laugh even louder know after seeing the green creature swat Angel Food out of his stupid purch. It resembled a steroidal professional baseball player and a child's training tee.
Angel Food is badly injured. Cream filling and jelly ooz from several large wounds. Chocolate lines the inside of Angel Food's under garments.
-3❤️'s but Angel Food still has one more ❤️ thanks to
!magicblast
You tune-in deeply to your inner chakras and summon a lightning bolt.
The lightning is out of control though and hits some innocent civilians who happen to be walking by. A mob of peasants gathers around and shove that naughty wand up your A..and you are a dead magician now. You lose a life, Harry.
-3 ❤️'s and -1 more ❤️
Angel Food's ears are ringing. Angel Food should be dead... and he remembers his Book Of Death. "Oh why didn't they have the audio cassette?"
Angel Food fears what will happen next but he remembers the book's power:
"Cannot Die This Stage"