The forge is lit · the site is not finished
Under Construction A song half-written
Yo, wanderers. The site isn't done yet. We're deep in the woods tuning the hurdy-gurdy, arguing about the breakdown, and waiting for the chai to reach the perfect temperature (this is the real bottleneck). Return when the drums call, and the kettle whistles.
Now soundchecking · volume: unholy · caffeine: maximum
☠ Heed the warning ☠
This domain is claimed, by ancient right and louder amps, as the
property of Chaynika.
Trespassers shall be subjected to a nine-minute folk-metal epic. With three flute solos. No skipping. And they will be served the chai without sugar. You have been warned.
Trespassers shall be subjected to a nine-minute folk-metal epic. With three flute solos. No skipping. And they will be served the chai without sugar. You have been warned.
Warded by antlers, mead, and a wall of double-kick.
Powered less by mead than by chai, honestly. The mead is for show.
Bots, crawlers, and people who "don't really like screaming vocals":
the mosh pit is that way. Tea is by the amps.
No hurdy-gurdy was harmed in the making of this page. Several cups of chai were consumed.