“It’s a heatwave! This is awful, I’m sitting here in a puddle of my own sweat. At least I hope it’s sweat. There’s more than a hint of morgue in the air, some older townsfolk are keeling over from exhaustion and dehydration, Fire Demons are running rampant in the outer villages. Worst of all, I can’t even get my favourite ice cream. It’s so unfair. Why does everything bad happen to me?” It’s time to send some chumps out to do your dirty work, namely fetch some ice cream. Things get a bit complicated when it turns out the Ice Cream Monks are under siege from Brainiacs…