In a world of beer, hops are akin to nuclear energy. Do you remember the IBU wars? Kid I was there, I was in the mud, my best friend was stabbed in the mouth by a grapefruit, hops raining down on us a salvo of bitter violence.

But now in more peaceful times we’ve harnessed that energy and created a supposed utopia, hazy’s and neipa’s, IPAs so fruity and mellow it’s like a hug from grandma. But when society grows weak, the violent men see their chance to hop back on top, we’ll show em boys, unleash the Dank Tank!