The world is changed.
I see it in the forest, I feel it in the dirt, I smell it in the air.
Much that was once bland, is now gnar, for there are those that live, who have made it that way.
It all began with the spin of the great King, me - "Gnargh Morgus".
I ruled all, I dominated the forests, the trails, the open mountain.
My prowess was unmatched across the lands.
On the slopes of Ticknock, across the peak of ThreeRock, through the singletrack and over the rugged earth, nothing would stand in my path.
I was up to 11 before 10 was ever invented.
People would see me approach from a great distance, they would cower in the mud and gorse, and avert their terrified eyes as I drew ever closer.
A splatter of mud, the rumble of heavily-treaded tyres like thunder across tree-roots, my unlimited strength was transferred into the cranks of my
iron steed, the very earth would shudder from my power, and then in a spray of roost, I was gone.
Many once knew and feared me, none remain, until now...
Legend has it, when I died (from an 18ft huck-to-doom), my lifeforce seeped from my wounds into the hill, infusing it with all my experience,
skill and strength.
The wise ones say a 'chosen one' who puts tyre to dirt, will inherit the King's mighty power, and rule once more, now comes the time for the chosen one to prove himself.
An unstoppable force will rise, a legend reborn from the very soil that holds the spirit of Gnargh Morgus.
One King to rule you all.
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