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In the midst of all the chaos of the bomb threat, and Ruffnut being annoyed at somehow missing the trip to have an adventure with the rest of the Vikings, the blond warrior had been kidnapped by everyone's favorite insane computer program.

No feeling even more dissatisfaction with life on Stacy Ruffnut had retreated to the sensoriums to relax.

It was night on the isle of Berk. A cool breeze rolled along the hilly field making the grass dance as Ruffnut walked along spear slung casually over her shoulder watching the stars. It was a rare moment of contemplation for the viking woman. She didn't like to spend too much time deep in thought after all. It was a waste of time as far as she was concerned. Still the stars and the field had a calming effect on her. Even the slices of cake grazing in the field like sheep were soothing to watch.

...it seemed that the unfulfilled promise of still in Ruffnut's mind.

"One side wimp!" A force from behind sent her crashing to the ground. The calming time was ended as a computer generated Tuffnut knocked into her playfully earning a sharp kick for his troubles. "Look who's talking. At last I made it of Berk alive loser."

"Your a loser!" Came the not terribly clever retort.

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Okay, so... still low-level. That's okay. Even the longest game begins with a little level grinding.

"I can work with that," Zetta said out loud, since every word he spoke really did make the universe a more awesome place just because he was himself. "Spirit's more important than levels. You can grind the one, but not the other."

Ruffnut would have probably been glad to hear he felt that way...if she wasn't in the middle of a single minded desire to destroy that chicken. That was how she'd been taught. Find a goal and focus on it. She ran forward grabbing the spear and tugging on it with a grunt to find it was stuck fast in the ground.

Now the chicken was laughing...oh...big mistake.

With a piercing shriek like a banshee she threw herself at the spear with all her might to dislodge it...snapping the long shaft in two. Unperturbed she took the broken jagged shaft in her hand and rushed the monster once more slashing with the sharpened splintered ends for the soft meat she'd exposed when she ripped all the feathers out.

The chicken was caught off guard and flapped and back peddled it's way to the top of the hill.

"I'm gonna kill you and then I'm gonna eat you!" Roared Ruffnut forgetting that the chicken wasn't actually real. She stumbled and slipped on the hill her foot finding holes in the ground but she kept going clutching the shaft so tightly her knuckles turned white.

As she met the chicken at the top of the hill lightning clashed and fire began to rain from the skies. This was after all Ruffnut's world and to her this conflict was epic enough to need such theatrics. With another roar like that of her beloved dragon she thrust the broken shaft straight into the beasts chest.

The overlord stared at this scene of miserable, malefic carnage wide-eyed.

This was a human girl? Seriously?

"I've got to have a word with Pram about her estimation of humans," he said out loud. "Sure, this is a sensorium. But that's still the sort of special effects you'd expect to see in a high-level weapon technique!

"I mean, yeah, negative points for technique, but style sure gets a ten out of ten. Damn."

The force of Ruffnut's blow sent the beast falling backwards, it's screech of pain getting weaker as it rolled feathers over talons down the hill.

"HA!" Ruffnut cheered, for indeed as often as she failed this felt like a fantastic victory. The special effects didn't hurt either. The sky brightened once more to stars as far as the eye could see and a full moon shining down on the viking woman.

"Thought you were so tough! You're my dinner now!" Ruffnut cackled and whirled on the spot to gaze down the hill at her soon to be meal...

...only to watch it be scooped up and carried away by a fat brown dragon with a craggy body like rocks. A Gronkle. Too much gloating had cost her her prize.

Even Ruffnut's mind was conspiring against her it seemed.

The book took a very long moment to recover, before Zetta finally managed to open his mouth and say something coherent that wasn't to itself.

"It's only a fake anyway! Probably not a good idea to eat too much stuff in here."

Ruffnut blinked again and the truth of the matter dawned on her "Oh right...I forgot." She trotted down the hill wincing a little from the marks on her back as she bent her knees and yanked the other half of her spear from the ground "Gotta get a new one." She remarked offhandedly before grinning at Zetta. "So, good show?"

Zetta stared for a moment more, then burst into laughter. But it was warm in its way, and not at all mocking. "Kid, you've got the soul of a demon! Your moves need some polish, but your will to battle is dead on track!"

Ruffnut glowed with pride. It wasn't often she got any attention for her efforts due to always being overshadowed by Astrid's superior skill, but she'd been working hard since she arrived on the ship to get better, "Thanks!" She smiled "You really should expect nothing less from one of the Hairy Hooligans!" She added with a cocky tone.

"Hairy Hoo... is that you and your brother?" He glanced in the vague direction where the simulacrum had flown long ago. "Your unarmed fighting seemed to have more bite to it than the spear did. I guess that's because you've done more of it, huh?"

"No no, the Hairy Hooligans is our tribe." She corrected and then added, "And yeah he and I fight all the time. He's such a pain in the butt."

Not that she missed him or anything, no way that'd be so weak.

"Oh. That's an odd name for a tribe. You're not very hairy." At least that was Zetta's entirely unfounded opinion. He had a pretty weird knowledge base to draw from, after all.

"So. Ruffnut. How'd you like to be a loyal minion of the Overlord?" Congratulations, Ruffnut: You're the first person Zetta hasn't just simply appointed to the position in a feat of egotism.

Whoa whoa whoa, hold the boat. Minion? That didn't sound like a very Viking thing to agree to. I mean yeah sure great this guy was easy to get along with for her and he claimed to be strong but still...

"What are you talking about?" She asked a little incredulously, like maybe she hadn't heard him right or didn't understand the term.

"Well, I AM an Overlord. The most badass freakin' Overlord in the cosmos. He waits exactly enough time for noticeable acknowledgment of the fact to be impossible, then continues. "Every Overlord has minions to do his bidding. In this case, my bidding would be 'kick ass, train hard, and punch the Ohm in the face so hard they can kiss their own asses from the inside!'

"If I still had my body, I'd do it myself. But I don't even have arms. Still, the Ohm need to pay. And we need to beat them, so we can wish everything back to normal.

"Besides, it's got to beat sitting in the sensorium with an image of your brother."

Well...he had a point there. Fakenut was definitely not as much fun as the real Tuffnut. What the hell. If it didn't agree with her she could always quit and like...draw funny pictures on his pages or something.

"What do I get out of this?" She asked as a brief image filled her head with delicious meats, the best weapons and armor and Hiccup on a chain and collar kneeling at her side.

...wait what was that last one?

"Straight and to the point! Hyaa ha ha ha! Good!" The book grinned, unaware of her malevolent thoughts. (But he probably would have approved, so.) "Well, think of me like your... chief, I guess? You have one of those, right? You work with my fellow warriors, and in exchange, I'll permit you to write wishes in the Sacred Tome, if you can, and..."

And? In exchange, she got the glory of serving under the great Overlord Zetta, which really ought to be enough for anyone. But he liked this girl. And so, he elected to do something he really should have known better than to do. "I'll see to your training and development. Hell, I'll even make you my apprentice. You've got potential."

More training huh? Well she was already attending those meetings, and Hiccup and Astrid were getting special training on the side so why shouldn't she?

"Alright, but one condition. I'm loyal to my tribe first. At least five of them are on the ship already including the village chief. Other then that I think it'll work out." She nodded stoically. She may be argumentative, short tempered and selfish at times, but when push came to shove Ruffnut was loyal to her tribe and would drop this overlord like a bad habit if it came down to him or them.

"Loyalty's a good trait, if it's deserved," Zetta said approvingly. The flip side of that is that you should overthrow the hell out of your leader the moment he showed weakness or inadequacy, but Zetta never showed either. Even as a book. "Besides... well, I shouldn't just say their goals are 'Defeat the Ohm, go home.' Seems a lot of people don't have that goal here. I don't know why. But so long as we're all on the same page, what's the trouble?"

Ruffnut nodded curtly, "They took our home away from us. The only way a real viking would respond to that is to slaughter them." She decided. It didn't hurt that there was a small chance on getting their home back if they did.

"And there you go. We're all on the same page." Zetta paused, then sighed. "I've been a book too damn long already. The point is, I don't see anything that'd conflict with your tribe. Hell, they're welcome to join the ranks of my minions too."

Ruffnut chuckled at the idea. She had to seriously doubt any of them would agree to working with anyone so full of himself, but...well she wanted to learn how to be a better fighter and this guy had to know something. If he really was the Overlord back home.

And if not? Well books could be burned right?

"So what do we do now?" She asked as the cakesheep casually returned to the field.

"Now?" Zetta thought a moment, then chuckled. "Well, let's play this by the..."

...

DAMN IT!

"Hrm. Like I was saying, let's play it this way. You go tell your chief whatever it is you think he should know about this. Once that's all good? Come find me in my city plaza. I have a few ideas, but we'll need a sensorium for the training."

"Alright." Ruffnut gave a half hearted and opened the door to the room waving as she backed out of it.

This guy was a loon, but she reasoned that he was just crazy enough sounding that none of her fellow vikings would even think about trying to learn from him.

Well, Ruffnut was just that crazy a viking.

Huh.

What the hell did he just do?

No... no. Whatever happened, there was no way in hell that girl would ever turn out anything like... like Salome.

Heh.

Ha ha.

Hyaaa ha ha ha ha hah!

No! This was going to be INTERESTING! Back to the new temporary home of the Overlord, he silently commanded his minion. Back to wait, think, and plan!

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