Alright, ain't saying this will go anywhere, but here's some green.
>Be viking Anon.
>Mid 1100's England.
>Be locked into the middle of glorious combat.
>Weak and ugly british peasants fall one after another to your razor sharp war ax.
>Hot blood splatters across your face from yet another kill.
>Odin smiles upon you and your brothers as this village is razed beneath your feet.
>As the fires begin to spread through the thatch roofs of the simple village, the remaining inhabitants start to flea like rats from a sinking ship.
>Readily abandoning their burning homes, racing to the presumptive safety of the distant woods.
>Spotting a pair of women making a dash across an open field, you take chase.
>Your long Germanic legs stride through the field of snow wheat, carrying you much quicker than those weak, pathetic, British women could run.
>With blood lust and the potential of profitable slaves in your mind, you close the distance quickly.
>You can see clearly now, what is obviously a mother and her child.
>Perfect game to sate your bloody desire
>The ease of this kill becomes your single focus.
>In a swift motion you slash the mother across the back, she cries out and falls.
>Her child turns.
>You don't even notice the object in his hand as you raise your ax to deliver the killing blow.
>He turns quickly, blindly, without thought or hesitation.
>A dagger slips into your belly.
>Searing pain blinds you as you howl, striking the boy down.
>Another strike and the mother quits her wailing,
>You pull the dagger from you, and a torrent of blood follows suit.
>You can't help but blink a few times.
>You attempt to walk, but stumble, falling into the supple wheat.
>Your vision blurs as you feel the Valkyrie's soft touch.
>This seems like as good a place as any to rest your head...
~~~~
>Suddenly you awake from your slumber.
>Jolting up, you find yourself in a waving field of wheat, much like the one you'd just been in
>Your hand reaches for your belly, expecting to find hot blood, but instead just the rough texture of your leather armor.
>Quickly you look around, yet all you see is an expansive field of knee high wheat.
>In the distance there's a forest, and in the other direction a village.
>Yet... not the village you'd just attacked with your brethren.
>No this one was idyllic, peaceful, with smoke only rising from the chimneys.
>No screams of pain nor cries of war could be heard, just the quiet song of the wind blowing across the land.
>You breath in the cool air and stand for a moment.
>As you survey the land, your sharp, blue eyes catch sight of something coming towards you slowly.
>You squint, trying to make out what it could be.
>Is... that a horse trotting towards you?
