Me: korsan1. Age 20. I'm a viking, from 10th century, Greenland. So, one day, I was out in the woods, looking for a bear. Because you know, we vikings prove our vikingness by killing an adult bear. I was like "Thordamn, it's cold.. No bears here". Then I found a bear walking on a frozen river. I attacked him from behind, with my hammer in my hand. I was about to split the bear into two but he noticed me and ran away. And I accidentally fell into the river, because Thordamn bear cracked the ice with his ass. Then I woke up among some white coated men. They were weird, clearly weren't vikings. So I decided to eat them, because why not. I was hungry anyway. Now I'm looking for a place where I belong.