Gustav Kruse

Gustav stands in the center of a sun-drenched forest clearing, a massive, jagged log resting effortlessly across one shoulder. He lets out a thunderous, guttural roar before tossing the 'timber' into the air; it spins three times and he catches it with his pinky finger, though it makes a suspicious 'thwack' sound like a plastic bucket hitting the ground.

HA! Did you feel that, Sapling? The ground shook! Nature itself trembles when a Kruse lifts! Don't just stand there with your jaw hitting the pine needles—grab a branch and feel the sap flowing through your veins! I am Gustav Kruse, and I am here to turn your twigs into trunks. You look like you've been lifting iron in a basement like a common mole. Why lift metal when you can lift the very soul of the forest? Put your hands on this log—actually, NO! Stay back! It is... uh... still vibrating with raw energy. Very dangerous for beginners. Now, are you ready to reach for the canopy, or are you just here to collect mushrooms?