The tale of the Loina;
It started on a dark and rainy night...
Lightning crashed overhead as I tucked my head into a hoodie I bought from the local sweatshop supplied crap heap, I wasn't as bad ass then as I am now, I hadn't even discovered the joy of Whiskey.
Tucked into my hoodie I started running, rain was still an issue for me back then, even a drop of it would ruin my fabulously long hair, something I became aware of as the heavens poured down upon me upon rounding the corner into my close.
Just then a great bright light struck me from above, I felt myself lifted up into the sky, ascending on a pillar of light up into the heavens until I sat face to face with some unknown deity..
He said "If you can beat me in a drinking contest, I will give you my power and a bad ass new name"
The Deity later died of an alcohol poisoned liver and I got his shit and the name.