When a hostile and alien world bites its predatory metal fangs into the flesh of our homes, takes away our families, our future, and remains so cold and indifferent, there is little we can do. These trees cannot be cut down, because there are no trees here. You can’t dig a hole here because there is no earth. With only the fragile remnants of the old world, we can adapt to the new. And even if wooden shields won’t protect us from the pulse turrets, we will learn to win.
I just imagined what the world of the Vikings would look like if it were faced with an alien and cold world of cybernetic dystopia, devoid of any familiar life? And what would happen if it turned out to be a Board game, where some players on wooden drakar, but with an indomitable will, try to survive, and the players who control the soulless machines, “follow the Protocol” to destroy “unauthorized users”.
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