User blog:Da Marauding1/Battle for Battle Mode

Hi Marauding here,

Like many of you I'm a self made multimillionaire, timber baron, and fishing fleet magnate. I frequently fly between the islands I own and squander much of my time tipping sheep on Thor's Shadow or throw stones off of Odin's Footstep. I have it all, racing dragons, plus size servers with yak nog, and sushi for breakfast, if I want.

Lately however life has gotten, crowded. Recent complaints about dragon droppings in the water tower, smoke from the blacksmith, unappetizing clippings form the grooming stations, and strange sweet smells from Gothi's hut have my paunchy Vikings on the brink of rebellion.

Strange questions are arising. Why is there a river mysteriously spilling out of Stonetooth Plain at such a high elevation? Why are some Shockjaws just floating in one place for days at a time? And why, why, why, for the love of Freya, why can we not expand to the other islands? I see them there.

They're right freaking there! There is plenty of room for all of the dragons I have in my hanger. I could build more fish basins, wood shacks, saw mills, and fish huts. I can build homes for the homeless Vikings wondering about yelling 'hey' this and 'hoe' that, and we could even construct more of those poorly thought out town centers.

But we can't. All of this makes me angry and want to fight. And guess what, even though I'm one of the fiercest blood loving warriors this planet has ever seen, and I can't seem to do battle? I can't war even though I command a 1,000 portly Vikings backed by 50 flesh ripping dragons. What is this, FarmVille?

Why do the makers of these great islands hold back my creative hand? Are they some sort of peace loving communists from the mainland? Have they no respect for bloodlust, enterprise and the desire to see something new?

I'm going to have Scauldy fix me up a bath and calm down. Afterwards, I'll be in the Mead Hall, you know, the one I can't upgrade anymore? I'll be knocking back a few. There is only so many times a Viking can brush dragon teeth and polish scales before he throws himself off the cliffs at Dragonscale. Wouldn't it be nice to see the land on the other side, instead of rearranging the huts for the hundredth time to make that infernal wind vane fit? We may never know.

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