The competition has ended!
Of the 40,000,000,000 people who entered the competiton, only 50,000,000 are alive. Among that number is, obviously, me, Omar the Bold, Soren the Hard-of-Hearing Scribe, Erik the Noisy, Lulu the Loud, Phil the Conceited, George the Yellow, and Gregory the Hairy. Gregory looked at who was left of his crew and sighed. "This summer has been a killer on recruiting," He muttered. I guess that means he has to go pull around 42 more vikings out of his sleeve or whereever he gets them from whenever our whole crew dies; except for the main characters, who never die, obviously.
Anyway, I think I killed around three million people. That's harder than it sounds. I'm pretty sure I got fifth in the end standings. And I didn't even kill anyone tuesday!
Omar is still sizzling, sadly. Its SUPER hard to understand him, but I think I picked out him saying, "The only reason you didn't die, Olaf, is because, fo some reason, you're under the protection of Thor." But that's a little too specific, so I think I misheard.
Anyway, we're heading home! We should be there tomorrow!
Come to me, Urbia...
Olaf the BAAAAALD!
Friday, July 17, 2009
Summer Files: Hawaii 5
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Do you have not-main-character vikings under your command, Olaf-the-Bald? Does Omar?
Do you have to recruit your own subordinates? Are they actually vikings? Do you have to be born viking to be a viking, or can you turn people into vikings, like vampires turn people into vampires or werewolfs turn people into werewolfs?
Also, are they partially fish-sticks?
Are you allergic to your fish-stick-flavoured subordinates?
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