Urge to read
Norse sagas rising (
warning: mature/graphic language).
How to know you're in one:
- You have started a bloody multi-generational feud by stealing cheese.
- The current feud in which you are embroiled seems likely to be resolved by prodding a blindfolded horse off a cliff with poles. This horse is known for its malice.
- You have enraged a family of Sami wizards, who like to stand on your roof and sing all night.
- You think a summer of raiding and mercenary warfare will curb the violent tendencies of your young relative.
- At the age of three, you were already composing skaldic verse and outdrinking grown men. Your grandparents are very proud of you.
- Everyone you have ever loved, been related to, or looked at flirtatiously during the summer parliament has died in a feud. You are raising your sons to continue the feud.
- If you can compose a sufficiently good poem praising the king, you’re off the hook for killing his infant son.
- No man in Iceland was your equal, so you became a zombie-killing nun instead.
I don't know why but for some reason it's really hard to pronounce "rear view mirror".
Especially if you have a British accent.
"Reeeview Myrrha"