In a backyard in the western fringes of Zealand roames a very special animal. A deer with the Latin name Sanau; raised on tripple-IPA’s and cheap cigarettes.

Inspired by the tones of classic, American rock’n’roll it wanders the countryside opening cans of whoop-ass for any random bystanders it encounters.

Whispering tales of this mythical beast can be heard throughout the kingdom and occult sects partake in obscure rituals of worship everywhere from the docks of southern Fyn to the desolate fields of western Jutland. Nobody can feel safe anymore.

The message is clear:
Beware The Sanau Deer!