Decided to check out a Fuling Village I had marked on my map a while back. I'm end-game.. basically invincable right? Damn right! I'm a bad ass Viking! Start picking off a few from the outside. Easy pickings. Little green bastards aren't laughing now are they?! Hard to laugh when you don't see the needle arrow before its going through your skull.

This is too easy. Decide to stroll into the village. What are they going to do? I see a Fuling Beserker on the other side of the village. Strange color. Oh! 2 star! Haven't seen one of those in a while. Wonder what he'll think of my needle arrow. BAM! Straight into him. He never saw it coming. Quickly fire off another shot.. oops.. Missed.. hit a Lox behind him.

Wait - What's going on? There's not one lox but THREE. And they are PISSED. And now I've managed to piss them all off. Ok. We got this. No big deal. Keep shooting while backing up a bit. What could go wrong? The Fuling Beserker and the Lox are coming at me fast now. I'll pop some potions just to be safe and keep moving back. What's that blue thing in the hut next to me? Oh crap. Fuling Shaman! And he just casted his spell to protect the 2 Star Beserker and one of the Lox's?! WTF Man!

Ok! Lets pop Bonemass just to be safe and lets retreat back a bit more. Lox's are on me! I've managed to slice the heads off a half dozen or so Fulings while retreating. Crap! Out of stamina! Lox's are pounding me like Rocky Balboa does to a side of beef in the freezer.

Things are getting desperate but I manage to recover a bit of stamina and notice a big rock a long distance away. I'm not scared! But at this point I've managed to attract more attention than a hot girl at a gaming convention. Fortunately I've been able to create a little distance between me and the 3 angry Lox thanks to the Fuling Beserker going to town on the Lox like a fat guy at an all you can eat buffet.

Ok! Run! Get to the rock! Odin's got my back! He won't give me any more than I can handle right? RIGHT?!

YOU ARE BEING HUNTED.

Come on man! Suddenly I got a bunch of angry K9's in hot persuit as I make my way to the rock which now feels like miles away. I thought you were man's best friend? I left my Snausages at home but that doesn't mean we can't work this out! What am I wearing? What do you mean? Oh! This old thing! Its synthetic wolf fur! I swear! They aren't buying it! FINE! My blackmetal sword manages to make short work of 4-5 of them.

Keep moving! Get to the rock! Its close now! Almost there. BAM. Deathsquito. I'm really low on health at this point. I manage to take a wild swing with basically no stamina left and take him out. I run around the back side of the rock, wait a few seconds and scamper my way up the rock.

I should be safe now! I let my stamina recover and focus my attention on the Shaman and the Beserker. Manage to take them both down. Ok. We got this. Just pick everyone off from the rock. They can't climb up. Take out a lox. Things are looking up! You guys aren't so tough! I attempt another bow shot. NOOOO! Out of arrows.

The angry dogs manage to take down another Lox as I watch from above frantically clicking my food to replenish my health and stamina. The other is gravely wounded. I wait for them to finish him off then hop down to finish this! For Odin! I manage to clear them all out.

After the dust settled I had 58 black metal scrap. 32 wolf meat. And enough trophys to make Tom Brady jealous! That's right! I AM a bad ass Viking! No doubts at all!

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For all those complaining about how difficult the game is. Its gets worse. And once you think you got things figured out Odin makes sure to humble you. But you can prevail! And you will be a better viking for it! Stay thirsty my friends! And no disrespect to the Norse Madman! We're all brothers here!