This is one seriously pissed-off badger. You don't want to mess with this badger man, it's crazy.
Not to be confused with the U.S. tank of roughly the same name, the Abrahams is in fact a largish catapult which launches barrels filled with donkeys. It was accidentally named because Abraham was the name of the first donkey (now a martyr to the cause) fired by this machine of pure death. We're not sure where the M-1 came from; we might have been thinking about steak sauce.
The governments of numerous countries produce numerous bombs, and a lot of those bombs don't ever see action. The Horde has not secured the use of these surplus bombs, but we have stolen, at great expense to both men and machinery, the government specifications to some of these surplus bombs. Filled with such incredibly dangerous material as "CAUTION: DO NOT PRESS FIRING BUTTON!" and "WARNING: TONE WILL SOUND TWICE!" these specifications are sure to strike terror into the hearts of our enemies when we march on the field of battle reading them aloud. Field Marshall and Supreme Commander Easier Rhino I read a sentence from the specification for the 1830-era "Box-Bomb" and had to take large numbers of powerful painkilling medications before he could get to sleep that night. We'd tell you more, but it might kill you.
The Horde has many rocks of various shapes and sizes, ready to be thrown at a moment's notice. Many military men have discounted the value of a well-placed platoon of rock-throwers, only to have their flanks cut off, grilled, and served with horseradish and lemon. So when you see our crack legions of rock-throwing fanatics, you'd better pray to whatever false gods you hold dear that they aren't coming for you.
The Horde has a small number of these which it guards with utmost care. The best thing about this "super-weapon," as some soldiers are calling it, is that it is both a tool of destruction and creation. If occupying forces the world over would simply throw aside their grenades, body armor, rifles, tanks, mobile artillery, jets, tactical nuclear missiles, and weapons of mass destruction, they would be ripe for the plucking by insurgent forces led, in most cases, by people with sharp sticks. So maybe it would be a good idea if occupying forces kept their weapons and beat the pointed stick "sword" (if you will) into the fencepost "plowshare" in the spirit of peace and harmony. Then, while they were doing that, insurgent forces would sneak up behind them and stab them with sharp sticks. The Horde is at the vanguard of sharp stick technology, so we intend to be doing a lot of sneaking and stabbing, or SnS as the troops on the ground call it.
The Horde generates literally thousands of dead bodies every day (see Conscript Benefits) and has thus learned how to use this resource as a potent defense mechanism. Bodies are used as sandbags, construction material, even body armor. It's amazing how quickly one can get used to the idea of wearing a desicated corpse strapped to one's body if one is filled with enough fanatical devotion to the Horde. And by that, we mean, "if one is threatened by a huge muscular shaved ape named Grognar the Unintelligible."