The Hunting Of The Krakadorn

I hereby undertake to intrepidly go where none before have dared.

I hereby vouch that I shall be the one to slay the Krakadorn, a mythical beast who runs amok everyday over the quiet English countriside.

No more shall this unseen monster continue to be ignored and forgotten: I shall confront it, in all its hideous and terrifying forms, capture it - dead or alive - and bring its face to these pages for the good of all mankind.

But first I must undertake some research before lurching out into the unknown wastelands. What form does this beast take? From whence doth it come? Whither doth it go?

I first heard tell of the beast whilst supping a dark and smokey ale at the local hostelry. A fellow traveller, heavily cloaked and eyes flashing in the flickering firelight began a tale with the following portentious words:

‘I woke up at the Krakadorn today…’

With these words, my imagination took flight and my mission was born.