Seshna, you'll be pleased to know your guitar arrived in one piece. I know you have woken late at nights pining, and the wait is almost over - I have her, and have taken it on myself to put her through her paces.

Of course I've spent nights playing, hefting and standing in front of the mirror. I've plugged her in and strummed away many an hour. I've carefully polished the metal bridge plate so I could see the distortions the instrument of a Rock God would lend my reflection. But my concience would not allow me to let this guitar go without passing at least once through the careful rigors of a thoroughly planned stress-test Rock Gauntlet.

Enter Director Bob

The stress a full Rock Gauntlet puts on the body is not for the faint of heart. Not certain I could handle it, I enlisted the help of the Director 'Energiser Bunny' Bob[1]

You'll be pleased to know, Seshna, that the neck can withstand almost any strain you could put on it without warping permanently. Indeed, Bob here had a hernia before he managed to do serious truss-rod warping, and the neck didn't even fully separate from the body!

Of course we finished with the Hendrix Barbeque. Once again brother, flying colours. Only two strings snapped, and the face plate, while fused to the body and bubbling, did not actually drip from the guitar. This damaged my lounge room rug though, so we'll have to work out a payment plan for you (with brotherly low interest rates, never fear.)

Footnotes:
[1] I made this name up just now, though I'm certain many would vouch for him being an Energiser Bunny in many capacities.