under the pale moonlight in the Appalachian woods there was a stirring. The deep-throated rumble of an engine awoke the Appalachian Apostle from his slumber. The sound of boot heels approached as he grabbed his shotgun. The Appalachian Apostle opened his door and saw a shadowy figure leaning against the porch post. “What the hell do you want?” he saw an orange car with a deer skull and a rebel flag plate rumbling in the yard. “They call me the Hell Rider.” the shadowy figure said. “I got a mission for ya. I need ya to spread the word of Skeleton Dixie.” The Apostle stroked his beard and said, “Well alright, but I gotta round-up some friends first. Let’s call down the thunder first.” Thus the adventure begins…….