Chapter XXVII: βFrfr, We Outta Here ππ¨β
Chapter XXVII: Frfr, We Outta Here ππ¨β
POV: You just saved Denmark from an Ohio demon and now itβs time to dip with max rizz and loot.
Beowulf (aka Sigma Chad of the Geats) πͺπΏπ―: βAyo, squad, time to bounce π₯οΈ. We pulled up from the ends of the map π, served looks, clapped a cryptid πΉ, and got fed like royalty ππ. No cap, vibes were immaculate.
Hroth-dawg π§, you treated us like VIPs at the Met Gala π , and Iβm not gonna ghost. If yβall ever get cooked again by another L-ratio monster from Ohio π©π», just slide in my DMs. Iβll pull up with the whole Geat gang πΊπ‘οΈ, no questions asked.β
βLike frfr, I got Higelacβs blessing βοΈ and heβs a W king. Might be young but broβs not mid. If your ops get bold again, Iβll yeet myself across the sea with max strength, big spear energy, and the squad in tow π₯πΆ.β
βAnd if lil Hrethric ever wants to go main character mode π§π, tell him to hit me up. Iβll get him networking with some real ones ππΌ. No need to stay in these cursed Ohio woods fr π§π².β
Hrothgar (aka Grandpa Drip π§β¨): βYooo hold upβ¦ that speech? π’π₯ No one's dropped bars like that at your age. You got that muscle ποΈ and that mic game π€ β rare combo.
If, like, some final boss pulls a sneak attack on Higelac ππͺ and youβre still kicking it, not even the Geats could deny you'd be a S-tier king π. You built different. Respect, son. π«‘β
βYou didnβt just beat the ops β you made peace βοΈ. Like actual historic W. Danes and Geats? Besties now π. Weβre gonna be exchanging gifts across the sea like itβs Prime Day π¦π’.β
βLong as I rule, Iβll make sure everyone eats β shiny rings, good vibes, and maybe a collab post or two πΈβ¨.β
Then Hrothgar, the OG Kingβ’οΈ, hit Beowulf with the feels:
He gave our boi 12 sparkle tokens ππ§Ώπ β pure loot drop. Told him to take it home, flex on his people, and come back anytime with that main character energy.
Then β plot twist β Grandpa Hrothgar hit him with a goodbye hug π§π€π’.
Bro was lowkey sobbing π¦. He tried to play it cool, but the vibes were emotional. Man was like: βIβm not crying, youβre crying π.β He knew deep down he might never see Beowulf again, and that hurt different.
Beowulf (aka Treasure Goblin Slayer π°βοΈ) walked off the field shining like a sponsored TikToker in full drip π«π§’πΈ. His ship was parked and ready, GPS locked on "home" π₯οΈπ.
On the way back, everyone was talking about the W they just scored and the absolute unit of a king they left behind ππ. Hrothgar stayed in everyone's mentions for being a real one until Father Time ratioβd him ππ°οΈ.
TL;DR: Beowulf dipped with loot π°, legacy π«, and max rizz π. Peace between Danes and Geats = unlocked β . Grandpa H was in his feels π. History made. Saga continues...
Only in medieval Ohio, frfr π§πΊπΈ.