Smoke rising from a furnace. The thick smell of burning coal and molten lava. A rhythmic clanging of metal on metal - K-tang! K-tang! K-tang!
With wild-eyed fervor, The surly warrior-blacksmith slams his nitro-powered mallet against a formless hunk of iron, transforming it into the forestock of his now-complete Triclops Sequencer rifle. The magic anvil upon which he works augments his expertise,... [click here for more]