The story began in 1768, when Konrad Accidentally fell headfirst into a small puddle outside a rural tavern. Earlier that day, someone had spilled a sack of hops into the muddy water. Over time, the strange mixture had quietly fermented in the warm summer air. When Konrad fell in, the splash sent the mysterious liquid straight into his mouth. Instead of disgust, he felt something unexpected — curiosity. The flavor was bitter, strange, and oddly satisfying. Lying there in the puddle, soaked and confused, Konrad had a thought that would unknowingly shape the future:
“I like beer” - Konrad 1768