The Viking horde returned to the squalid surrounds of Van Nuys, where a seedy traveling ping pong carnival had raised its tent. There, a man with extraordinary mental powers anticipated our every shot -- seemingly reading our minds — and conjured endless rallies until he broke our will. He mercilessly employed his dark gifts to feed his rapacious ambition, with his ultimate goal being our beloved Hjálmrs. We brought our A game and razor-sharp focus as this unscrupulous pong scheister wormed his way into our psyche, and soon we were living a nightmare!