Cascading Viking Carnage
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Cascading Viking Carnage

Now it is winter and we agonize, not just from the cold and darkness, but also from the constant terror which cloaks our sight deeper than any winter midnight.. When will the spring, nay, the hope of spring gush forth from our besieged spirits. Not during these long, bitterly cold nights which freeze the very marrow of our bones. No, the sun will not rise to thaw the abandoned clods breaking up from our fields. No, the ground will not soften. No, the sky will not lighten and No, the raids will not stop. Oh my soul, the raids. They must stop. They will not on their on accord. Why indeed, for we are easy pickings. We must take arms and stop them with the strength of our united resolutions. But resolve is weak and breaks with little more than a puff of breath exhaled from the stinking mauls of these raiders,let alone the might of their arms.Or the sight of their ships.

Tab

I'm not sure what this thing is, but here it is, whatever it is...

Ta dah

Part I

Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start...
Call me Ishmael...
It was a dark and stormy night...
The place was England...
I am of sound mind and the account I'm about to unfold is absolutely true, of this there can be no doubt...
One upon a time...
A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away
Two Houses, both alike in dignity...

Part II

Yes, it was the middle one.


...mindless exposition...

...until the third act complication...

...plot convenience playhouse presents:

...the, oh my gawd revelation...

 

Part III

The End.
...I shall fight no more forever.
...with nothing more to do, we all went home.
...And they lived happily ever after.
...then the fat lady sang.
...fade to black.
...finally, the curtain fell.
...amen.
...ladies and gentlemen, Elvis has left the building.

 

That's enough of that for now.
Later...