Just as the Kerry area—and more specifically, the Muckross locals—had finally recovered from the toxic, ludicrous, unfathomable, devious, and erotic reign of the Torc Toughguys, another era of peace and harmony has come to an abrupt end. Torc Colossus, a sleeping giant, has arisen from the depths and ashes of its predecessor—a fallen deity of men and carnage, governed only by animalistic instincts.
Its emergence has wreaked havoc on kerrymen and women, with many claiming that the recent record snowfall was a sign from the gods. Some say it was a divine attack to smite the Colossus faithful. Others see it as a blessing—tears of cold joy from the gods, submerging those caught in the storm and forcing them to embrace the new changes with nowhere to hide. And still, others dismissed it entirely, calling it nothing more than a metaphorical shoe cover springing forth a little sooner than expected.
The re-emergence of the old ways has also reignited old wives’ tales about where it all went ...