Valhalla, the legendary Halls of the Slain, where vikings beat things up all day and get hammered all night, waking up the next morning, fueled by hangover to do it all over again. However, few know that hidden deep within the halls in a large glass bowl with a kick ass castle and diver guy that makes bubbles, Valhalla exists for valorous beasts, particularly the wily goldfish.

However, Goldfish Valhalla doesn't have proper Valkyries. I mean, really, they're just goldfish. Gunnvaldr, King of the Goldfish, has degreed that Goldfish Valhalla needs it's own Valkyries to properly bring it's warriors to the fabled halls because borrowing them from Odin pisses him. So Gunnvaldr slew a mortal artist to attempt to literally draw up plans for eye candy and to help feed the slain warriors them little flakes. Maybe even those pellets.

But, see, Gunnvaldr is stupid. And also a jerk. The artist he slew isn't even Norse, but rather just some guy who thinks he's a luchadore, but has a pretty sweet pompadour and can actually put a pencil to paper competently without drooling all over himself. D, the artist in question, was put to work, living in that little castle with a decent supply of oxygen, Hot Pockets and Tanqueray gin, toiling in the art mines to draw mainly naked people and various other debaucheries. Living underwater sucks, but hey, free gin and Hot Pockets.

Gunnvaldr has allowed D to let the mortal world view some of the holy works of the Goldfish Valhalla, despite the fear that it'll explode the minds of mere humans, but again, Gunnvaldr is pretty goddamn stupid and they're just pretty decent drawings and won't make you lose your hair or see through time or anything cool like that.