Have you ever dreamed of leveling up in real life?
It’s easier than you think, and it’s quite rewarding. Let’s start with Steel MBS…
MBS stands for Mind, Body, and Soul and it’s designed for people like you. No, not out of shape gamers–don’t be so sensitive, Mr. Sensitive. Steel MBS is for people who hate the gym and aren’t enthused about exercise, for people who think swords are cool and wouldn’t mind swinging one around, for people who want to align their spirituality with their physical body, and for people who want to break out of stale complacence.
Do you like swords? Ever googled “buy swords online” or “epic larp weapons”? Don’t be shy. We sell a freakin’ sword workout, no shame here. We’ve larped, we’ve pretended to slay a fire drake with a tree branch, we’ve “travelled” Middle Earth atop Shadowfax with an elvish damsel holding our barrelled chest…. sorry, we have an affinity for awkward rifts and nerdy stuff. Again, we sell freakin’ swords.
By now your thinking to yourself “this guy understands me. I must have whatever he’s on!” Then you’re ready, young padawan, to embark on the grandest journey of your life.
Courtesy of Reddit user: esdralon)
Or you’re thinking, “This is weird…but I’m intrigued. I wonder how they came up with this idea.” Well let me tell you!
I saw a man walking on the street. He was a burly fellow and quite tall, maybe 6’2’’, wearing a grey jacket and blue jeans. Completely and utterly ordinary except for the 5-foot long blade that was slung across his back. Is a man allowed to carry such a thing, I thought. No one else seemed to notice or care, but there was no way I was letting this guy out of my sight; I had too many questions! So I followed him from a distance, gauging his disposition before I made my approach. He turned left down a busy street and made another left into an alley. I didn’t realize how stupid I was until the rushing sounds of cars and pedestrians faded to a low hum. I had just followed a large man wielding a sword down a narrow alleyway.
The smacking of his footsteps halted. “I was wondering when you were going to speak up. It’s quite rude to follow a man for five blocks and then call him ‘sword guy.’” He was right. Where were my manners?
“I’m sorry, but that sword is awesome. Is it real?”
“Yes, it’s real.”
I didn’t know what to say. This was an unpredictable situation. The man had turned and was facing me, close enough to see his eyes and close enough for
“So…can I see it–?”
“–sure!”Before i had time to flinch, both of his hands grabbed a hold of the hilt that stuck up over his shoulder. Steel slipped along steel as he drew the blade out in front of him in a sure swing that put the point a foot away from my nose.
“Gnarly.” I was frozen in place, too afraid and too in awe to move. “Where’d you get it?”
“Where do you think?”
The Internet obviously. “What do you use it for?”
I could see that. His arms were toned, his shoulders were boulders. He looked a formidable opponent. I’ve always been full of off-the-wall ideas, I hate the gym too, and swords are dope. I thought to myself, I wouldn’t mind swinging one around on the beach.
“You ever thought of selling that? A sword
“My body and my sword.”
“Your mind, your body, and your sword–”
“No, my soul. Mind, body and soul.”
“Genius. What’s your name friend?”
“I go by Steel.”
I don’t recommend following sword wielding strangers down dark alleys, but sometimes it pays off.