Let's say you're having a cunt of a day. Just a mild one, to be fair. You have work, a coworker who's an insufferable twat, cranky boss and long hours. You put in your time, you go home, knowing that you'll be sleeping late again because of some videogame you really like. You imagine everything has this grey layer of bleh to it, and dream about your life being just a tad more exciting.

Shit happens.

You wake up in another world.

Butt naked.

With thousands of people gawping at you.

The person in this godforsaken mess is Steffany Hunt.

She goes from a teensy rural farm to the capital of mankind in a heartbeat, crossing worlds and various states of disbelief to get there. Only the empire of man ain't as golden as all the guady paint on the walls would have her think. Slavery is commonplace, murder is they way disagreements are settled, might makes right, and worst of all, nobody fekking apologizes for fekking up a damn ritual and summoning her.

To the short-tempered Canadian, this is a mortal insult. Now, fast forward two through two years of bottling up that anger and drudging through a city where life blatently sucks.

She holds out, she really does. Smiles and shows that fabled Canadian politeness. Until, one day, she boils over. With the Grand Demon's Duel -a premier tournament for arrogant young masters to preen and show off their absolute lack of martial skills- on the horizon, Steffany is about to channel all that hatred and anger. Directly into someone's crotch.

Faces will be stomped. Crotches smoten. Ancestors insulted. And All. Hell. Raised.