Our heroes were losing hope. It was yet another endless day of war and bloodshed. The sun bore down, leaving no misdeed under veil. And to their dismay, the enemy was gaining the upper-hand.

Until one man changed the tide of not only the battle, but our heroes' hearts.

The warrior.

The guardian.

The Iron Butt.

As if called down from the heavens himself, The Iron Butt unleashed a rejuvenating wave of vigor and stamina. Rippling through their veins was the echo of The Butt. They could feel it, vibrating, energizing their efforts tenfold. Their enemies hadn't a chance. Each hero changed that day.. and in some ways for good. They became part of a whole, as if they formed an.. Iron Man.

To this day, they honor him as The Ironing. His memory calls to them, a whisper in the wind of possibility.. of Triumph. They shall never forget... The Iron Butt.