The Sound of Terror

I just had to post this. Is it true? I sure hope so.

A friend of a friend lives in NYC and participates in the SCA (Society
for Creative Anachronism). He’s stereotypical Viking, 6’7″ tall, LONG
blonde hair, about 350 – 400 lbs of solid muscle, and looks every bit
of it.

Well, he was going to a meet in full getup with long
cloak and battle axe and sitting on the subway… hunched over leaning
on the axe with the cloak pulled over it so he wouldn’t scare anybody.

Lo
and behold some little punk comes up… MAYBE 5’2″, 120 lbs soaking
wet, and brandishes a knife saying “GIMME YOUR MONEY!” Naturally the
guy sits there… somewhat befuddled at the nerve of this punk. “GIMME
YOUR *bleepin* MONEY OR ELSE!” and the guy stands up… and up… and
UP. Raising the battle axe over his head, screaming at the top of his
lungs “BLOOD FOR ODIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

At this point,
the fellow passengers learn the true sound of terror. Not a scream, no
curses, just a simple little “urk” as the guy leaves a wet spot as he’s
bolting for anywhere but here.

A couple weeks later our friend
is at a club in the men’s room, doing what all guys do when they’ve had
a bit of ale, and looks over and at the next urinal is that SAME PUNK!
Up for a bit of a laugh, the guy leans over, and quietly whispers in
the dude’s ear “Blood for Odin”.

The cops catch up with him a
couple blocks away… screaming bloody murder, running like the hounds
of hell are after him, with his pants around his ankles.

Well, Its not a rapier and dagger, but I think it will do…

Thanks to Clayton Cramer for the story, and Jay Tea for the heads up.