- Location
- Somewhere along the line
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The moon? Pfft. Amateurs.Bah. Vikings do everything first. Greenland. Iceland. The Americas. Time travel. Solar slingshot wouldn't surprise me.
The moon? Pfft. Amateurs.Bah. Vikings do everything first. Greenland. Iceland. The Americas. Time travel. Solar slingshot wouldn't surprise me.
This is literally how the next chapter starts. A woman named Britta the Big yelling "We need men!""We need men!" shouted Britta the Big, chief archer of The Sanctuary and head of its guard.
Truth to tell, they had only ten axes, one broadsword, which hardly anyone could lift, fifteen shepherd's crooks converted into lances, long-handled cooking ladles, pokers, wooden clubs, slingshots, and bows and arrows. Every woman practiced weaponry regularly, in case of an attack, under Britta's supervision.
Have you considered Lesbianism madam? Its quite fun!Britta's chant was taken up by the sixty other women in the inner courtyard of The Sanctuary. "We need men! We need men!"
Hilda flung her hands out with disbelief. "Truly, Britta? Must needs we cower under a man's shield for protection?" Britta, who was as tall as a man, with wide shoulders and muscled arms, stiffened. "Nay, not for our defenses."
Oh no, women have needs?!Hilda arched her eyebrows. "Is the springtime sap rising in you women? You may not have dangly parts, but have you become lustsome, like nature's animals . . . the ram, the bull, the rooster, and . . . and men? By Odin! That is it, is it not?"
"Ho ho ho, I am truly on top of things with my witty satire" - The Author"You say us wrong, milady," Inge said. "We need them for the breeding only. Not for a lifetime." H
ilda laughed. "You expect to bring men here for the mating and then dismiss them when they are no longer useful?"
"Men do it all the time," one voice shouted.
Oh god no, this is turning into Futurama isn't it?!Danger! Get your weapons! Come quickly!" one of Britta's sentries yelled, running up the motte, lance in hand. "A longship has wrecked, and there are men." Instantly, the community of women gathered weapons. Their demeanor bespoke a mixture of shock and exhilaration.
"Are any of them comely? Not that it matters. In the dark, all manparts look the same."
The Eternal Struggle.
Hilda arched her eyebrows. "Is the springtime sap rising in you women? You may not have dangly parts, but have you become lustsome, like nature's animals . . . the ram, the bull, the rooster, and . . . and men? By Odin! That is it, is it not?"
I think someone needs to clue the author in that there's a difference between "old-timey and poetical" and "fucking stupid" for future dialogue writing efforts."Are any of them comely? Not that it matters. In the dark, all manparts look the same."
They need to make it a class.I think someone needs to clue the author in that there's a difference between "old-timey and poetical" and "fucking stupid" for future dialogue writing efforts.
This...this...this is a joke, right? oh god please let these no be real.
This...this...this is a joke, right? oh god please let these no be real.
Those are too clearly taking the pissI may be jumping the gun on this a bit, but I think I've found your next series to read, Athene:
This is literally how the next chapter starts. A woman named Britta the Big yelling "We need men!"
"Dangerous Weapons, Ladles. Especially in the hands of a sister" /Obscure Joke
Have you considered Lesbianism madam? Its quite fun!
*hands out pamphlets*
Anyway, yadda yadda yadda, they need sexing.
Oh no, women have needs?!
The book describes Hilda as a "Dark Ages Feminist", and I don't think it means anything good by that.
"Ho ho ho, I am truly on top of things with my witty satire" - The Author
Oh god no, this is turning into Futurama isn't it?!
"Dangerous Weapons, Ladles. Especially in the hands of a sister" /Obscure Joke
I may be jumping the gun on this a bit, but I think I've found your next series to read, Athene:
THEY ARE NOT SHIELD MAIDENS, THEY'RE DRESSED UPPED AMAZONS
*snip*
Now THIS, Is a Mothafucking Shield Maiden