I remember a time when shedding the gnar was respected by the knowing. I remember a rock man with a green thumb and a position at the foot of the snow gods alter. Said rock man, was super awesome and would make sure his fellow searchers of gnar got there fill. For a fair price of course. Now things have changed. The man has been inserted up the ass of some, of the gods minion. They have forgotten there rightful place as the gate holders of the gnar. I see a sad time ahead a time of pain and suffering for the minion. Unfortunate times where unfortunate accidents have lasting affect on limbs of all measure. holes are dug, sights are set, poor poor unknowing….