The legend of the sword

Weary from an exhausting day, the brave hero thirst for a nice and cold beer. A beer to mark the end of another day, a day of labour, a day that needs to end right. The bottle already sprinkles in the last rays of the sun and cold dew condenses on the outside, a sight to behold. But catastrophe strikes, no opener is around, no stone small enough, no wood hard enough for the bottle cap to even budge. On the edge of defeat a lovely voice calls the hero into the forest, "come, find me, prove yourself worthy...". Weak and frustrated from the fight, he reaches a stone on a barren plain, a sword hilt reaching up to the sky awaiting someone worthy enough to free it from its misery and once more harvest its legendary powers. With the last remains of strength our hero grasps the sword and pulls, he pulls like never before, the muscles in his arms started to shake, his feet firmly planted on the stone. A sudden screech and the sword came free from his imprisonment, the plain enlightened by a sudden flash. And there he stood Excalibeer in hand, ready to now finally beat his archnemesis. Evil bottle cap stood no chance against the might of this legendary sword and our hero, beer in hand, a grin in his face stared into the sunset, what a wonderful day.

To give this mighty sword its strength, ancient smiths incorporated dangerous and magical techniques. They used two 75mm M3 threaded bars to strengthen the blade, for it may never break in the fight with a bottle cap. The whole construction was inlaid with a 250mm M8 threaded bar, making it the ultimate weapon.

May your day be glorious and your beverage worthy to be slain with such a mighty weapon.
As always happy printing.

STAstefan