For the
open_on_sunday prompt "Land".
Only A Prawn In Their Game
By Odin's beard, what was this treachery? One minute Olaf was fighting that Slayer wench, and the next he woke up in a world inhabited entirely by fishermen with boats and large nets.
It took him a while to understand what had happened. (Specifically, ten minutes with the oldest and wisest fisherman, who knew more about alternate dimensions and less about violence than Olaf.) Land of the trolls, land of the trawls... trust Anyanka and her witch to get a simple spell wrong.
And the worst part: these lousy fishermen never caught anything but shrimp.
Olaf felt like smashing something.
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Only A Prawn In Their Game
By Odin's beard, what was this treachery? One minute Olaf was fighting that Slayer wench, and the next he woke up in a world inhabited entirely by fishermen with boats and large nets.
It took him a while to understand what had happened. (Specifically, ten minutes with the oldest and wisest fisherman, who knew more about alternate dimensions and less about violence than Olaf.) Land of the trolls, land of the trawls... trust Anyanka and her witch to get a simple spell wrong.
And the worst part: these lousy fishermen never caught anything but shrimp.
Olaf felt like smashing something.