One cannot keep a raging god isolated in his padded chamber for 16+ bleak months and not expect Hel to be raised. Lewis Black, the Metal God of Anger, rides once more to sweep the land and slay stupidity with his sharp tongue and gleaming microphone. His divine beast, Mystic, with lasers shooting from her burning red eyes, will reign the crumbling sky. Together, we will reclaim that once we lost. Go forth, without fear, and don this battle armor with pride and glory. It gets better every day.