The vikings were gathering to go to war. There were two war parties - one that would go to a battle with a relatively good chance of success and one that was more like a suicide mission. Guess which straw I drew. I said there was no way I was going to go and a big guy laughed as he slapped me on the back and put a helmet on my head.
Luckily I wasn't in mortal danger... but there was an epic scrabble battle!
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