History class

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You take your seat in history class.  Mr. James drones on about the Viking Invasion and how they named the icy lands Greenland and the green lands Iceland... sly bastards.
You take your seat in history class.  Mr. James drones on about the Viking Invasion and how they named the icy lands Greenland and the green lands Iceland... sly bastards.
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Mr. James brought an authentic Nordic battle-axe as a "visual aid". It looks to have been lovingly maintained through generations, and shimmering about it are the auras of all those Viking head-choppers. It’s sitting on his desk; the blade glints in the sunlight filtering through the class room window. Your paranormal essence warms at the thought of restoring it to true glory.
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Mr. James brought an authentic Nordic battle-axe as a "visual aid". It looks to have been lovingly maintained through generations, and shimmering about it are the auras of all those Viking head-choppers. It’s sitting on his desk; the blade glints in the sunlight filtering through the class room window. Your paranormal essence warms at the thought of restoring it to its true glory.
You go:
You go:
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*[[Grab the axe and go looking for someone to bully.]]
*[[Grab the axe and go looking for someone to bully.]]
*[[Play it cool…for now.]]
*[[Play it cool…for now.]]
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{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Brandon Jones|12th Grade Boy]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]
[[Category: Rampage]]

Current revision as of 15:44, 23 October 2015

You take your seat in history class. Mr. James drones on about the Viking Invasion and how they named the icy lands Greenland and the green lands Iceland... sly bastards.

Mr. James brought an authentic Nordic battle-axe as a "visual aid". It looks to have been lovingly maintained through generations, and shimmering about it are the auras of all those Viking head-choppers. It’s sitting on his desk; the blade glints in the sunlight filtering through the class room window. Your paranormal essence warms at the thought of restoring it to its true glory.

You go:

You are possessing:
12th Grade Boy
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