Maybe they were the plagues we earned. The tortuous gifts of invisible assassins. So we became prey of the natural phenomena around us. Perhaps they were unwilling to cede their throne. Brewed with Barley, Oats, and Incognito. Double dry-hopped with Mosaic, El Dorado, Galaxy, Citra, and Sabro Cryo. Straws of tropical pixie stick, pitchers of fresh pineapple passionfruit smoothie, and unzipped bags of orange crush.