If you go down in the woods today, bring ear protection and beer.

At the dawn of time, The Crafters were hard at work, creating the Universe as we know it. Unfortunately, even though they were deities, they weren't infallible.

When it came to Earth, they fucked up.

Join Gonzo and Skeletoid, a pair of morally questionable, borderline alcoholic stoner petrolheads as they find out about said faux-pas and end up somewhere that definitely isn't the quaint English South Coast seaside town they started in...

This story will not be taking itself too seriously, may not be updated in a timely fashion, will contain offensive language, scenes of a sexual nature, drug references, alcoholism and probably some mild violence at some point. If any of the above offends you, I suggest you do one.

As an aside, this work of fiction will quite quickly reach a point of being a 'Schroedinger's Cat'. It will, in essence, be complete, yet also incomplete, being that it's essentially a 'day in the life' affair, and life is both one grand story, but at the same time many small stories.