Who?

WHO IS IRON BUCK

Hello.
We're Iron Buck.
We make mousepads.

When Johannes Gutenberg invented the printing press in 1440 we doubt he'd have foreseen the disaster that is IB would one day spring from the loins of his work,
but just like with all good things over the course of history we took it, marvelled at it and then reduced it to an absolute joke.

Martin Luther tried his hand at posting pamphlets to get his remix released and the Founding Fathers gave England the paper equivalent of a kick in the sack which no doubt pissed a lot of people off,
and we love that kind of thing. So if any legacy is worth pursuing, it's the one where sacks get kicked through printing some bullshit and spreading it around.

There is no real higher goal, to us.
We are without exception jaded, callous and mentally deficient shitposters that in terms of IQ are closer to the fungus rising from a cumsock than actual human beings,
but we live to spite God and the consultants that told us this idea would be DOA and hope to spite many, many more.

WHY IS IRON BUCK

When we read website introductions in the style of a revolutionary's manifesto only to be met with a product like cream-coloured sneaker no. 158550
or a candlestick that smells like 3 different types of endangered animal spunk, it makes us fast track our delivery of a mail-order shotgun to the face.

So in an attempt to give to ourselves and whoever might feel the same way, we decided to make something that made us laugh,
or at least not so god-awfully despondent as the alternative.

We try to keep what's left of our soul intact. Most of the time we fail at this, since nobody here remembers what that feels like, and we've wasted hours on creating polls for strangers hoping they could tell us.
(They couldn't) But whatever a soul might be, we try to keep it.

That's it.
Want to know more? What do you mean? We said everything. We're a real company. Not a front at all. No schemes here. Glory to the CCP.

WHERE IS IRON BUCK

Iron Buck is a Belgium-based company and we oversee all our production right here:

The crossroads of Europe. Where Napoleon got Blown Apart(e). (Belgium didn't exist yet but we're told it's related)

The speedbump to France in a few kerfuffles that literally nobody remembers and are now completely irrelevant to our current lives, and the seat of some parliament or whatever, apparently.

We don't know for sure because we can't read.