'...and thus came to Menstralmanna, the high mountain of Odin the thin, abashed frame of Thorn-al-Thundar, a simple miller's hand.
Spurned by the raiders of shores, mocked by the berzerkers of Shimilnine and laughed at by his great love Angiline, Thundar spend his time alone, ashamed by his girlish body and poor stance in battle.
His father, a great warship captain and seasoned veteran of much campaigning, was ashamed and cast him asunder into the wild, declaring that such effeminacy would bring shame to his Loki clan.
Thundar came at once to the wooded borders of Menstralmanna, a firey volcano, atop an ancient fjord, which erupted for five days every month with great anger and venom.
By chance a passing blind man came upon the sleeping Thundar, frozen and alone. Thundar awoke and took pity on the sight challenged ming-wanderer, and offered him his last crust and his cloak.
Thus, it is written the blind beggar's cloak was cast aside, revealing Odin himself, complete with blind eye, bird of doom and 40 inch penis.
Thundar fell to his knees in reverence. But Odin did bid him rise and granted to him the gift of great power in his right hand. A bolt of lightening enfused his shivering limb and increased it greatly. When the rain had stopped, Thundar found himself alone and with an extremely large fist, which. when gently pressed against a mighty fir tree, sent it shattered into the wind. The great power in his fist pleased the miller's boy and he came down from the mountain, and came to the village of his birth, and some called him Tordenet Fist, and some named him mighty Thundar, some Melchant's Bane and some wankgrip...'
