Memshare - Did This For Attention

[notmybattle]

[Alex is minding his own business when this memory pops up.

Three friends coming together over the return of him coming back home and being in Maria's bar. Maria who talks about Michael as if she doesn't think he's hot. Alex knows otherwise. Just as it's obvious that he's noticed exactly how good Guerin looks too.

He also teases Liz a bit when she thanks him for his service, telling her that he was just doing it for attention. Not that he was, but it got a laugh out of his friend and that was all that mattered.]

Memory Share; "Don't you know who I am?"

[ragnarsson]

[Watch here! TW for gore.]

[You watch the battle of York from a high tower. Your tactics of guerrilla warfare have been paying off. The English are dying by the cartload, trapped in the streets as they fall into traps or are herded into narrow alleyways. There's a longing within you, a desire to participate in the battle. You really shouldn't. There's not much you can offer as a pathetic cripple. But to hell with it. You're going to earn your place in Valhalla properly.

You're galloping along the street, full of exhilaration and adrenaline, when an English soldier strikes out with the wooden butt end of a spear. There's no way to avoid it and you are knocked from your chariot, stunned on the ground with the wind knocked out of you. But if he thinks a cripple lying on the ground is easy prey, he's got another thing coming.

A good friend once taught you what to do in circumstances like this. So as soon as the man draws in for the kill, you flip over, and knock his feet out from under him. It isn't too long before he doesn't have a face left with the way you slam the axe into his face over and over again. The warm blood splashes up and coats your face.

You swiftly crawl until you have your back up against something. The English soldiers come in a rush. So, they want to take you on? Bring it. You scream at them like a demon from one of their Christians hells. They stop, unsure and terrified of what they see as some barbaric madman. One shoots an arrow and it misses. Cowards. None of them would be able to face you in a fair fight.

You can hear the Viking warriors coming up behind you. They stop as well, waiting to see what will happen. There's an uneasy stalemate as the English soldiers are too cowed to continue moving forward. Suddenly, it breaks, with the two sides clashing once again. The memory ends with you laughing insanely as the battle rages all around you in the freezing rain, as you watch your brother cut down a number of English soldiers while a Christian bishop the does the same to your own warriors.]

Memory Share: Simon Snow

[fuckingtragedy]

[note: this text is almost directly from the book, only small modifications were made.]

( Just eat through the awkwardness... )