|The Great Fire of London|
The only savior against such an evil man, of course, would have to be someone from tradition. Someone of renown. Some undying legend, unafraid of the petty sneers and barbaric clumsy attacks of young ruffians. And it was then that I realized that only King Arthur would do.
After all, who wouldn't be satisfied seeing King Arthur swinging his broadsword through masses of post-apocalyptic mohawked scumbags?
So, yeah. I wrote a story called King Arthur vs. Aleister Crowley and the Punk Rockers. Good times. It just seems so much more fun than: King Arthur vs. the Disenfranchised Youths.