Ye screw with this lass, ye get put on yer ass. The Culling draws ever nearer-looms really-like a big, fat cloud of doom. With evil brewing, our enemies grow bolder, the warriors of light and dark scramble to be ready for the Winter Solstice, and the Cumhaill fam jam digs in to face the battle of our world's alignment. No biggie... Team Trouble is on it. For now, the human populations remain oblivious to the imminent battle to come. If we continue...