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>BE A FUCKING VIKING
>Okay seriously stop yelling
>That hang-over is worse than when you got trampled by a horse.
>Wait, wasn’t that just last night?
>You open your eyes and sit up.
>Massive horsepile
>It’s almost as epic as the feasts before going raiding.
>You rise, ponies rolling off of your chest like water off the bow of a longship.
>Ponies trapping your legs
>Ponies on your head
>Errybody’s fucked up
>Except…
>Your eyes lock on a yellow Earth Pony with a familiar cutie mark.
>Her eyes lock with yours.
>You know what you must do.
>It’s time to go on a fucking raid.

>Horses fly off of you like surf breaking against the cliff
“Warrior! What is your name!”
>The pony leaps upon the table, meeting your eyes
>”I AM MJOLNA THUNDERSMITH!”
>Her voice booms with pride, causing ponies across the hall to groan
“I AM URST ANONYMOUSSON!”
>You grab your axe from the table
“WE HAVE FEASTED! NOW, LET US GO FORTH AND DO GLORIOUS BATTLE!”
>Mjolna screams in agreement, and together you explode into the streets of Ponyville.
>Only problem was, where could you raid?
>You pause, and try to figure out which way to go.
>You look down at Mjolna
>She shrugs
>”Well, that was rather short-lived…”
>Applebro trots up, smiling
>”Ah can help ya there, though.”
>”DO YOU KNOW WHERE WE CAN FIND BATTLE?”
>”That Ah do! Ther’s a rodeo tomorrow. If’n yer thinkin’ ya tough enough, ya can try yer hooves at it.”
“THANK YOU, APPLEJACK. WE SHALL COMPETE IN THIS GAME, AND WIN OUR PEOPLE FAME!”
>You turn to your new comrade
“COME, RAID-SISTER. WE MUST PREPARE.”
>With a battle-cry, Mjolna and you run off to make ready for the eve of the Rodeo.

>You spend the rest of the day training with Mjolna
>You only have a basic idea of what a Rodeo is, so you decide to train by drinking Apple Cider and wrestling.
>Good news is, you’ve only lost two teeth!
>Mjolna’s drinking away a headache from when you slammed her into the ground.
>Your axe is sitting up against a tree
>Your wolf pelt is drapped over a branch.
>Your head is currently trapped between two branches.
“MJOLNA, GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!”
>Her boisterous laughter does little to aid your frustration.
>”HOW YOU EVEN MANAGED TO GET UP THERE, I WISH I KNEW.”
>You kick the tree with all of your fury
“RELEASE!
”MY!
”HEEEEAAAAAAD!”
>With a thunderous kick, you hear a crack, and suddenly find yourself lying on your back, looking up at Fluttershy.
>”Ooops, sorry Anon. I didn’t know you would kick like that.”
“WHY ARE YOU HIDING IN THAT TREE, FLUTTERSHY?”
>FLuttershy recoils from your thundering voice, and doesn’t bother replying.
>”They’ll never understand…”
>She floats off as you rub your sore head, Mjolna renewing her fit of laughter
>That’s it.
>You spin around and lay into her with the fury of a thousand Einherjar.
>Shit’s on now.

>You’re covered in bruises, you’re tired and drunk, and best of all, you’re watching the night sky in warm weather.
>No more frigid winters where you fight for scraps
>This place is warmer than Britain, and you thought that was a place of summer and sunshine.
>It felt good to finally have some real peace.
>Yep.
>”Mjolna?”
>You look over at the small pony lying on her side.
>”Mmwha?”
“How cold does it get around here?”
>Your new friend and Raid-Sister looks up at you
>”Well, not much colder. We’re towards the end of Fall. Won’t be much longer until we usher in Winter.”
>Well, no place was perfect…
>If it was almost winter, and this felt positively balmy, you wondered just how cold it would get.
>”Alright then, my friend. I must return to my home, I shall see you at the Rodeo.”
>You wave to her, and lean back against the tree.
>Time to get some shut eye.