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[rivendellrose]

Are you damned?
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You will die a warrior and be spirited away by warbling wenches to the Hall of the Slain. Meat and mead for ever more, well until Ragnarok, anyway, when you will do battle with giants, giantesses, dwarfs, elves and Nidhug, a dragon who likes to nibble trees. Odin is great!

Damn right he is.

*So tired can hardly keep eyes open*

We sat around and ate creme brulee ice cream, and talked about a the Worst Novel Ever, and read Penny Arcade, and watched silly videos, and Charlie came over and we all played Apples to Apples. And I need to go to bed now.