Thunder Dome oh my die

See, these mountains were cool and all, but not exactly Zane's style.  He was diggin the height and the danger of that shit but fuck, man, who the hell made these ridges so damn steep?  He was huffing by the time he reached the top of the rise he was climbing and sat down.  Shiiiiit he needed to lift or something.  God damn.

Didn't help that the wind was fucking freezing.  Who decided this shit?  Zane's parents hadn't exactly been the religious type, but he'd figured a while ago any gods had to be righteous dicks to have made winter a thing.  And summer.  And ticks.  And porcupines.  Goddesses were probably hot though, so maybe not a complete waste.

Now in a solid, stupid daydream of some smokin lady chick racing down from her heavenly perch to nail his dumb ass, Zane continued forward, in a line that led him running directly across Aerasha and her cave.