To whom it may concern:

Retired drummer - now willing and available - to provide backbone for the dense musical narrative of a band of Norse Godmen and the souls they mercilessly reap. Mounted upon unholy iron steeds, armed with war hammers and charged with the electricity pulsing through their veins, these barbarians, with ambiguous alignments, vanquish all those who obstruct their fervid march. Hordes of opposition try to stand in the way, and yet wave upon broken wave collapse at the their might. One Godman, still part-mortal, becomes weary of crushing skulls to which he passes off his hammer to a comrade saying, "My arms fail me. Go on with the work. I have done pretty well."

Skufka, I'm looking in you're direction...