CROM!

The end of the world lived up to the hype. It started will a dull thud everyone felt from the ground, then all hell broke loose. From the moment the sky turned black and the earth shook we knew it was the end. Planes fell from the sky and fire engulfed everything. When Lake Tahoe broke open we all thought the water would extinguish the flames, and we thought wrong. Panic does strange things to people, humans showed no humanity during the end of civilization. The Mayans had it right and Hollywoods most exaggerated disasters all came to fruition.

Thousands of people flooded into banks trying to get their life savings. The same people were tearing each other apart at Walmarts for supplies. Greed and survival are a lethal combination and it was all for nothing. Toxic gasses released from unrecordable sized earthquakes killed most instantly. Piles of people were clutching their most valued objects, money, jewelry, and guns as they all died. Up until that day I had never seen it rain fire or saw a rainbow quite that color.

As we watched the end of the world, Frank skated up to me holding his elbow. “Eric, I think I broke my arm.” was all he said in an almost calming tone. We all gathered and noticed the enormous growth on his elbow. It wasn’t broken and most  people went about their business, skating through the chaos. He and I both knew something had to be done. No matter what hell we were to go through, we had to know what was growing inside of him. As bad as it was about to get, I sure as hell didn’t need the inconvenience of zombie mutilation and neither did Frank. It ended up being just a swellbow and we survived by ignoring the whole end of the world thing. Skating through the leftovers of the greed and death made for new terrain and no rules. -ERL

FRANKBO

“Fire and wind come from the sky, from the gods of the sky. But Crom is your god, Crom and he lives in the earth. Once, giants lived in the Earth, Conan. And in the darkness of chaos, they fooled Crom, and they took from him the enigma of steel. Crom was angered. And the Earth shook. Fire and wind struck down these giants, and they threw their bodies into the waters, but in their rage, the gods forgot the secret of steel and left it on the battlefield. We who found it are just men. Not gods. Not giants. Just men. The secret of steel has always carried with it a mystery. You must learn its riddle, Conan. You must learn its discipline. For no one – no one in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts… This you can trust.” – Nial. Inspired, Frank Silveira brings the steel.

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