My lords, ladies and gentlemen, a new fell shoe has been discovered. The item's creator, a tortured and disheveled man, was working late one stormy night on the top floor of his Gothic tower when an accident with high voltage conductors blew him across the room. His hunched manservant Igor threw open the heavy oak door and rushed to assist. As the dazed, smoking man arose from the cold stone floor of his candle lit laboratory, among the torroids and galvanometers surrounding him he witnessed a vision; an unholy alliance of running shoe parts wrought, stitched and fused together to create the perfect tool for feral fell running:

The LSR FrankenTalon 212.

Over the coming weeks this wretched manifestation will be put through its paces by its delerious, cackling creator. It's alive!