Brian Strain

The tale has been long considered myth, the stories passed for years, the facts are skewed, yet we still pass the legend of the B-Strain. The legend says that 30 years ago today, on a cool night much like this one, a loud roar shook through the night. It was the birth of a beast-child, resulting in a strand of bizarre occurrences. Not since the birth of Jesus has a newborn child been this revered. The legend says that after the child hatched, he let out a bellowing howl to the starry sky. The beast was nine-feet-big-if-he-was-a-foot. He had a large brown mane, and even as an infant, a long, thick golden beard. The beast child ran through the thick forest minutes after his hatching and disappeared into the darkness. The beast child was never seen again. It is said that on this day, the day of his birth, you can still hear his loud cry if you look up at the stars in the forest. Whether this is true or not, the stories of the B-Strain will never be forgotten. B-Strain: the man, the myth, the beast . . . . the legend.