over and over and over was what it felt like to Sven, each time he thought it would be different.
seeing someone else die, someone you knew, someone that was with you through thick and thin, someone who was a brother to you, it's a different feeling. This is no longer a game, This is reality.
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"Sven you had a good run, it was truly wonderful." he thought.
all around him was a floating in a gray abyss, the peacefulness was reassuring and also somewhat not.
The grayish ink like abyss had a feeling of something different, almost otherworldly.
and just like that he felt a pulling force. it was so strong he felt as if he was getting pulled exceedingly fast, so much so that he closed his eyes.
what felt like eternity broke away to something different.
Feeling like he had just woken of from the deepest slumber he has ever had, he groggily looked around.
what met his eyes was the overlapping waves, the sea was bluer than he has ever seen in his life, untouched by the modern world. almost artificial looking.
The next thing he saw looking down into the water was shocking.
He looked like himself the same he'd ever been. the same black hair, the same above average face. it wasn't what he looked like but what he was wearing.
he was wearing a Norse iron helm that looked iconic in one of the games that he loved.
"Wait, were am I!" he thought looking around erratically.
The glimpse of what he saw was horrific and mixed with the one voice spoke up.
"Ready Yourselves the first wave is coming!"
a burly man's back was all that could be seen before I knew what was coming.
The endless waves
The ships were simple but efficient, the sleek designs made them intimidating as they breached through the clouds. the mass of the ships only bolstered the fear that was brought by them the mass causing the people on them to look bigger than their actual sizes.
I knew that sitting still was a death sentence in this new world. feeling around my padded medieval garb I found myself a slightly rusted hatchet.
" Get to the beaches and start setting up the barricades!" he said turning to the group.
with a good look to his face you could tell he was in his forties. his eyebrows thick and bushy shaped into an intimidating slant as his face grew into a scowl.
the mass of about 30 people started to congregate to the beaches to and began preparing for the ships. The mini barricades were about 8ft tall and 6ft wide, Sven could guess that they could be used to shield themselves from arrows or even make the enemy trickle in instead of flood through the small group.
" I should follow them" he said feeling the iron axe in hand.
"Sven get over here!" a person that I had known from my previous bodies' memory shouted towards me.
"Albert what do you need help with" walking over, I almost had to shout because the other people yelling and the crashing blue waves. sickling blue waves.
"Grab that" he said, he pointed at a thick board by motioning with his head.
picking the board up I could tell that it was almost as tall as me and being 6ft it was about 5 ft.
"attach it to the back of the board." he said while straining, i saw on the back of the barricade was a grove that would let the board slide into the back.
putting the board on the back albert immediately let go and it caused the board to be driven into the sand.
" Wow, that's really heavy, how can you even lift that?" I looked over to albert only to see him smiling.
from my game brain I could see that he might have the mountain trait just based on how tall he is.
he looked about 7,3ft, he had a muscular frame, and his hair color was curly blond that caused him often to cut it for fear it would get in his way of work.
He had a Norse helm that was fastened to his head, his curly hair could be seen seeping through the eyes of the helm.
The weapon that he had was a long axe that was traditionally used for tree chopping axe, with him wielding it he could probably split a man's head in two.
a second later a horn was blown.
" Get ready people!" the same man's voice reigned supreme and quieted the crowed.
"Were Fighting for Our Families, Our Homes, and To Drive back these wicked Vikings." he said rallying the people and putting them into a fighting mode than a flight mode.
a second horn was blown.
"Albert, I've got your back" i said feeling the heft in my hand as the hatchets weight felt comfortably heavy.
" And I've got yours" he said as he unslung the axe as fell behind the barricade. I joined him behind the barricade.
the third horn blew, and we knew that they had landed.