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Nugget is waiting desperately for the punch line.

Bjorn would roll around in his grave given opertunity.

A man is fit to choose their own destiny as they see fit, however this one chose abysmally. The day were fine as any other, the sea: roared life, the dream to explore, the thrill of adventure! Would've been preferable A looming monstrous beast lay wait for the party The touch down upon the beaches, the movement of coin, bellowing taverns, the glory of the field! Deemed attractive to all suitors Burning flesh and screams ring out in his mind, the last thing Bjorn heard before the blast of debris and the crack of his ribs against the cindering hillside This one, however, choose extremely poorly, and is bound to hospital bed in coma, looking similarly to a half roasted chicken. Body burnt to cinders, cooked alive in his armor, third degree burns litter the dwarves body, reducing hair to ashes, hope to despair Burns and blisters, fragments of metal, debris of burnt wood and deformed machinery clung to the Dwarf's skin alike. Thy slayer's name is 'The Onyx harbingrumm' death: would've been a preferable alternative, Bjorn lives on, as a half baked chicken nugget, not a single hair on his chest!. . his beard reduced to ashes. The dwarf has seen better days and if given a choice would've been better off with some lemon. . and a pinch of salt. Bjorn's conciousness fades, lost to the void. Cause of Incapacitation and very likely death: Dragonfire. . and a whole load of malpractice Should've brought a dragon-fire shield. Poor Bastard. If only they didn't insult that damn things. . yee yee lookin cut. Just wanted to. . make Urguan great again. .

IGN: Jdesarno Rp name: Bjorn Grandaxe Candidate: Duroun Ireheart Bjorn finds the whole democratic system a joke, but votes anyway with grumbling huff.

Time for conquest. Vroom vroom.

MC Name: Jdesarno RP Name: Bjorn Grandaxe Discord: Jdesarno#7708 Timezone: CST

Bjorn literally is staring intently at a single paper as if he were paralyzed in confusion. . "Nae my problem an'more" He shrugs, discarding the paper safely into the lava-pit. To Norland he go to collect his thoughts as a Llama rancher.

Bjorn perked his head up from the stage boat, "Yer gift fer Krugmas is war." Muttered the ever short Dwarf.