Come all ye micros, ye young, ye old. Sit by my fire, let me light my pipe. I will tell you the most grim of tales. The most harrowing of journeys. The bloodiest of adventures.
Come all ye micros, that you may yet hear the tale of the girl from a dead village. A village poisoned and burned, and from the flaming womb was birthed a monster over monsters.
Come all ye micros, and hear the tale o' Vassa the Giant Slayer