norsemen rp meme | part 1.
aren’t you supposed to be a little like that when you’re in charge? a little bit crazy?
it’s not really me, that fear-based leadership style stuff. it doesn’t feel right.
do as you please. do whatever you want.
we have to do something about that.
i think i have a plan for that. a plan so crazy it just might work.
what kind of leadership is that? are you pleased with yourself?
i think things are starting to fall into place.
we’re actually in control here, so.
have you ever heard of a man who had too much control?
see you on the other side.
i’m thinking, what’s the worst thing that could happen to me if i don’t jump off that cliff? i mean, what’s worse than being crushed?
you’re supposed to do the jump and spare your families the burden that is supporting you in your old age.
you’ll never see us again.
so the rumors are true? that you sent the old people in the village to their death?
sacrifice? no, no, i don’t think that’s a good idea… all that screaming and commotion…
not to cock up your plans or anything, but are you a hundred percent certain it’s necessary to sacrifice me?
i mean, ritual sacrifice isn’t a perfect science, but i feel really confident about this one.
you could at least have sacrificed some slaves.
we’ll pour out some mead for our dead comrades, reminisce and stuff.
i was supposed to be sacrificed today. but i got away, so they gave me a branding instead so i wouldn’t feel too lucky.
my focus has always been on pillaging and ravaging and things like that.
did you see that? did everyone see that? ow! ah! there’s something seriously wrong with my nose!
open your mouth. don’t bite.
what kind of place are those goddamn inbreds running here?
so i thought i’d challenge you to a duel.
i, [name], hereby challenge [name] to a duel.
he has been trained to be a warrior ever since he was a baby. and he has probably killed a thousand men.
i never touched a sword before today.
you wish to exchange coins for poison?
don’t send a sword over tip first. easy child’s learning.
this is the deadliest poison you can find. one scratch of his skin and he will be dead in seconds.
you will regret challenging me to this duel. this is the dumbest thing you have ever done.
if you joined a raid, you’d understand how the world works.
it’s a matter of honor, isn’t it?
you can’t walk around with two arrows sticking out of your head. imagine sleeping on your stomach. it would be impossible.
it’s awful. i can see straight into your head!
this is gonna cost him an ear!
you will burn for a worthy cause.
the only clothes i have are the ones i’m wearing.
i can just stand outside, you know, and talk to the guys who go to the toilet.
nice and warm along the animals.
i’m not sleeping in this pigsty!
i was awakened by two filthy men relieving themselves in my mouth! i think i may have swallowed some of it.
pee straight from the source is perfectly sterile. doesn’t taste that bad either.
i’m not taking my hat off to being pissed in the mouth!
you can at least pretend to be happy to see your husband.
i was completely surprised when i saw her on top of this guy, moaning and groaning.
is that… a cock necklace?
can you imagine, you know, getting hard with a tool like that? you’d be in trouble. you’d just drop to the floor. your blood would go straight from your head down to your tool.
i think i know what a huge penis is. those are abnormal.
i just feel sorry for those people who have to walk around with dicks like that.
you don’t know what the assicle is? the little thing that sticks out between the penis and the hole? the little thing that wags when you’re excited?
i have confidence in my sexuality. i know that size doesn’t matter one bit.
i think i need a break or something.
i was just trying to get in the mood. it was an experiment, you know.
you have to learn how to communicate! that’s what you do in a relationship!
so that date we set up ages ago to share a horn of mead with [name] and [name] to discuss odes and poetry suddenly isn’t so important anymore?
one two three, take out your wee-wee. four five, grab your bride. six seven eight, open up her gate. nine ten, fuck her then!
we can’t have a couples party on new years eve if you keep punching ladies in the face, [name]!
you should have seen the life i had. naked, oily men and women, like tangled together in every position possible.
a good man like you shouldn’t be alone if you don’t want to.
because you know i dig you. i always have and always will. and i really admire you for what you have accomplished.
from when we got there to when we left, it was just a series of one sweet moment after another.
you have so much for offer.
i can almost guarantee you’ll make some new friends.
it’s time to celebrate. shame on those who don’t get drunk!
it wouldn’t be fair to all the other moments if we bring up just one. because they were all so awesome.
we understand each other without really having to say anything.
can’t exactly say i’m looking forward to going home right now.
i’m feeling kind of alone here.
i’m starting to feel a little pathetic here.
i think maybe i heard someone say 3-2-1, no one else can come.
lots of, you know, internal jokes and… you wouldn’t get it anyway.
and now you’re going to mope when you’re the one who broke the agreement!?
that was kind of unnecessary, wasn’t it?
what kind of people trick people in distress into more distress?
it shouldn’t have happened, but it did. and i take full responsibility for it.
it’s almost funny how little is going on inside that massive head. anyone home? anyone home?
so you’ve been institutionalised, right?
i mean, there’s no better feeling than doing backbreaking work for someone else without pay.
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