My brother,
well, he likes to dress like a viking. Not on his own though, he has viking buddies too. This story's bout one of them. The one they call Smiles. Smiles is well well over 6ft. A big guy. Their leader, (we'll call him batman) while not so tall is very very big. Roughly 20sumtin stone I reckon. A lot of it muscle. Not a guy you like to see bearing down on you with an axe.

Now after their shows they like to set up their viking camp and sometimes drink from a big keg of mead. A potent drink. Smiles had had his fair share and late in the night suddenly had gotten a touch of the crazies and went on (for him) a rare violent rampage. Batman was to his rescue almost immediately and after a bit of drunken fisticuffs had quelled the big guys rage and put him to bed in the tent.

Everyone relaxed. Fun resumed. Until an hour later. A roar bellowed from the tent and again Smiles was on the go. He stumbled from his tent and over to the fire. A mad look in his eye he grabbed a burning timber from it. Then stopped. Then looked at the timber in his hand. Then screamed an altogether different scream. More high pitched and urgent. He then dropped the burning timber but continued screaming as the blisters formed. Bandages and cold water later Smiles went back to sleep. Burning timbers burn.
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