I rode out of Cluckstone in the winter of 72. I journeyed into the wilderness with no material possessions apart from the clothes on my back, my capybara steed and an sfc bargain bucket. I searched long (like 25 minutes?), I searched hard (after my bout of Human-pox) and i searched deep (not fried), until one day I found myself and my transofromation was complete.

No longer was I the young wanderer of the hinterland, naive and brutish in my ways. i had become King chicken little II and my reign of terror had just begun.....