ATROPHIKON THE CATABOLIC WITCHKING has risen from his slumber to wage an unending HYPERTROPHIC war on MUSCLEMANCERS everywhere.
But you are ARMED with higher knowledge.
An ancient tomb written by a MAD MUSCLE MONK, entrusted to the DRAGON BABES OF MT. MEATHOOK, has come into your possession.
Within it holds the ELDRITCH ARTS OF WRISTCRAFT, once thought only gifted to the GENTIC ONES.
So MUSCLEMANCER, will you accept the fate of puny FLEXORS AND EXTENSORS?
Or will you chug the PRONATION POTION and UNLEASH SUPINATION SORCERY to send ATROPHIKON and HIS SKELETAL MINIONS back to the POSER PITS?
THESE ARE THE TALES OF HIGH TESTOSTERONE