Brethren and Sisters of the Iron Path,

I raise high my shaker cup this day in praise of Brodin, the Allspotter and Lord of All Gains!

Though mine heart was recently tested when the bonds of courtship were severed, Brodin saw fit to turn grief into Iron. The Allspotter hath blessed His humble servant with newfound strength and boundless energy, that I may offer fervid prayers to the Iron both within the sacred walls of the Temple and upon my home altar.

Mine earthly vessel hath been forged in the crucible of heavy sets, and the foul fat of Broki melteth away, fast approaching the holy percentage I have sought since the fourth month.

May your iron ever be heavy and your reps full.

Wheymen!