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I am prepared.

[This is it. Do or die.]

Be careful, the Meese breed like ... well, Meese. They'll repopulate in about 30 minutes.

((I was kinda wondering about that.))

Quote from: ed boy on July 23, 2013, 02:35:05 am

However, suppose upon boarding such transportation you sit next to someone else, then later a lot of people disembark. Would it be considered best to stay where you are, or move to a seat with no neighbors?

Whoooaaa! Slow down their buddy! If you get into such a position, you have already made the wrong choices.

Firstly, when you have to sit next to somebody, it is customary to offer them a mint, or failing that, a business card, as a show of good will. This will ease future relations. Now that social contact has been made, try complementing them on their confidence in appearing in public looking as they do. They are a hero to be able to walk around with their head up high, what with a face like that! This is called flattery, and will convince them that you enjoy their company. Eventually they will pretend to ignore your comments, this is because your flattery has attracted sexual desire, and they feel too shy to return conversation. You are on the right track! Now is when you should try to nibble their ear, just a little, only using your lips, no teeth. This show of acceptance will leave them feeling both in bliss and awe of your kindness. In order to attempt to return this kindness, they will often stand up and either move to another seat, or just stand for the rest of the trip, to ensure you have all the seat room you need. They care for you, and want to see you happy, so are willing to sacrifice their seat for you.

You can now enjoy the entire seat to yourself!

And now you know.

Not sure whether if serious.

Very interesting! Have you tried combining two or more plants into one mixture to increase the effect? This sounds promising; when I'm not a chair anymore maybe we can combine our talents. That would be fun, I think.

At first Niklas had been rather apprehensive - at least privately - about this sudden revelation that he'd fathered a child, but the kid was actually kinda neat! Maybe this father thing wasn't so bad after all.
And Helsvar ... mmm mmm MMM. He definetwly remembered how and why little Torkel had come about, though he'd forgotten with his death.

So Helsvar ... *ahem* ... how have you been faring after my ... departure? he asked, remembering the rather sudden circumstances that had led to his departure.

It was the deepest night of winter when they appeared smack dab in the middle of the Jarl's hall. Ninjas, a full clan of them. Despite their habitual hibernation, the Vikings were easily roused and leapt to their feet with a roar, ready to forcefully examine the intruders' colons. But before any hostile reaction could be taken, one of their number, a ninja with a ludicrously long, skinny mustache protruding from his mask, undoubtedly the leader, stepped forward - with a wok in hand.
It was clear what they were here for.

A cooking challenge.

Over the next day, the Vikings erected the traditional cooking stage, laughing to each other about the easy way in which they would best the ninja. The challengers were participating in none of the usual prebattle banter, brawls, or strength contests that were traditional - instead they conferred silently in their impractical tent made entirely out of bamboo. But the tension could not last forever, and the battle was begun. The two teams would choose a person to represent them in the challenge and the combatants would then have 1 hour to cook a truly divine dish to be presented to the judge of all such competitions - the Chairman.
The battle was begun, and immediately the Vikings knew something was amiss. The chef chosen for their side, Svenstrūbærnomkrìtômbuúrvaßßtigerrånkrom, Niklas' father, was not acting as he usually did. He seemed pale, weak - unable to concentrate on the cooking. But interference in the competition world not be brooked by the Chairman, so all they could do was watch. When the hour was up, the two chefs presented their dishes before the Chairman - the ninja's a something rice something fried pig hoof something vegetable, and Sven's a headless dolphin carcass stuffed with rotten cabbage heads.
Ultimately, the ninja had prevailed, though the Vikings had found evidence that they had drugged Sven to further their own chances of winning.
Their cuisine reigned supreme.
They were the champions of Kitchen Stadium.
Their leader, a ninja by the name of (unpronounceable ninja name), was bestowed the title of 'Ferrous Chef'.
Sven was heartbroken. To be defeated by such a pitiful foe, even drugged? Even the consolatory slaughter of most of the ninjas did nothing to assuage his broken pride; so he wandered off into the wilderness, never to be seen again.* Niklas, meanwhile, vowed revenge, and immediately left the village to do the same to the ninjas as the ninjas had done to him - he would travel around the world, challenge them to a duel of cookery, and win! And then he was killed by (unpronounceable). He could remember the bite of the fork in his vertebrae like it was still happening.
Now that he was dead, what could he do? Why was he not in Valhalla? Had he not proved himself worthy?
What would he do now?

He snapped back to the present. No need to dwell on things that had already happened; he had no time travel yet. Had his 5 1/2 time fling responded to his inquiry?

BACKSTORY DUMP.

*just pointing that out. Wink wink.

Indeed, by golly.

Very well orc. Take the life of one of your friends, and I shall return your tribe's dead warriors to this world.

((Intrigue! I likey. )