Oh, Wedge. How we love thee. With your warped, warbling waves sending those few souls brave enough to venture into your liquid embrace to a watery demolition, we stand in awe of your power. You, Wedge, more than any other, are the wave that takes our breath away with each passing view. “Be still, our beating hearts,” we murmur, eyes glassy with adoration. “Holy SHIT, is that guy dead?!”
Above is a year’s worth of carnage from Man of Water. And the wait was worth it!
