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Looking into the mountains where we shall find…
the Beasts’ lair (not to mention bears and cougars)

Small, infant Gorge Beasts are grown in these mountains. I had always wondered where the elusive Gorge Beast came from. I’ve heard the stories. I’ve witnessed the attacks. Some call them beatdowns or thrashings. A good ragdolling, perhaps. Be warned, this is a serious situation. These are attacks. …Gorge Beasts live off the adrenaline soaked froth at the bottom of waterfalls and holes around the globe. Here, however… …in the dank mossy green darkness of the PNW, rivers teem with them. …

Never had I heard of such a place, until recently. These mountains hold the key. These Matrix-like breeding grounds can finally be brought to an end. Class V doesn’t have to be scary anymore. Class VI doesn’t have to be class VI anymore. Those funny spots won’t be so funny anymore. Some say resistance is futile. I say it can be done. The Gorge Beasts await in their darkened winter slumber. Snow and ice tuck them into their watery dens. Until spring. … …then it’s go-time bitches.
Yes, I’m sure the screams will be fierce …and will take great courage to battle through. But, really, is there another option? Until then… beast.

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