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Raman moved quickly through the ship's lavish dining hall, eyeing the grand buffet with a determined gaze, his mouth already beginning to water upon the scent of the dolma and eggs.
The ship swayed slightly, but Raman's focus never wavered. He pulled out his galaxy ItsFunneh and The Krew Gacha Life backpack and began stuffing it with spaghetti using his bare hands to scoop it into the bag.
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He then tucked extra soda bottles into his Mickey Mouse belt, and made his way towards the lifeboats.
He picked one up, gripping onto its flimsy yellow material. He threw it off the ship, realizing that one was certainly not enough for his big-backed self. He needed to stock up, or else his ship would sink.
So he did what any hooligan would do. He began snatching lifeboat after lifeboat, no regards to the other people in the ship who could've needed them when the ship actually does sink.
He kept on throwing them all overboard with everyone else too occupied in chatting about bougie things with their bougie little friends with bougie little champagne glasses in their bougie little hands to even notice what non-bougie thing he was doing.
bro doing allat over a crack ☠️
From afar, a loud sound of waves and shouting echoed throughout the horizon. Everyone, in curiousity, advanced towards the balcony to see what it was: a seemingly strange boat, which was traveling towards the direction where the Titanic was in high speed.
It's size differed from the giant of a ship the Titanic was, and its opulence was lacking with its bland wooden exterior. It was likely a practical ship rather than the precious cruise the Titanic was.
But Raman didn't care. He continued throwing the rescue boats off the cliff. Despite the little ship getting closer and closer, it didn't stop nor turn away, only kept on going, likely as a way to threaten them or something. Passengers near the railings backed off of it in uncertainty.
The little ship ended up crashing right into the very bottom floor, vibrating the entire ship as pieces of the ship fell into the ocean. Staff members quickly made their way to the captains cabin.
The people inside of it jumped out, climbing up the Titanic with their bare hands. Woah.
With horns on their heads, long braids, blonde hair galore, everyone knew it was them damn vikings. And judging by the fact that I Hate Lars Ulrich was here, they were here for one thing and one thing only.
Shouts of anger and vengeance erupted from the vikings. Each man clutched his weapon with a white-knuckled grip from their callused hands, muscles taut, ready to unleash their wrath upon any who dared stand in their path. One took a step forward, in front of Osman, anger present in his wrinkled face.
