Threshold! Take Us to the Threshold!

Doom. Crushing, unrelenting, pummeling doom. The groove, the fuzz, the down tuned emissions from that great and mysterious monolith. Pulsating waves of unforgiving acoustics echoing from ziggurat to ziggurat as per the mandates of whatever horrifying force resides in the Necropolis.

Welcome to the aftermath of the apocalypse.

Kings Among Sheep

Apparently I am to be pardoned for my crimes against the crown. I would have responded sooner but I was preoccupied LAUGHING AT YOUR FOUR WINDS! You think to govern me?! Some young whelp had better rethink his strategy before I feed his muffin topped women to the gaping maw of Shai Hulud.

Some milk drinkers think themselves King, others like myself have donned the title of Conqueror by winning it through glorious combat. Others have earned their place doing thus.

Herein rules such a king.

King of Asgard.

And this king is to bless us once again with an acoustic bludgeoning with the upcoming release of Karg.

Defilers and Usurpers Curse Them

I, Trollson Cromcakes, hereby commence the debauchery of the Burning SteelDragon Brotherhood of Burning DragonSteel and usurp command of the 7 Kingdoms and the staves of the 5 Istari.

Look Upon My Works Ye Mighty And Despair.

I'm going to ramble and rant about shit that I enjoy. Herein lies such a shit.

Behold the Troll Romp.