Its five thirty in the morning on very cold, shallow day. The sun slowly wakes from its nightly slumber and you can hear the frigid sea waves thrashing in the background as the tides wake with you. You, the mighty viking, wakes up to take your beloved hammers "Sol" and "Mani" off their stands. With confidence, you march your way to the docks of the Ship which you command. In the distance you hear the thunderous calls of your glorious crew-mates ready for you to help them ride the turbulent sea.

You stand sturdy and look at your trustworthy crew-mates as your arms are ready for a gruesome battle against the lords of rhythm. As the song starts to play and your eyes glow with a lighting yellow flair, your hammers hum with a holy tone. You see it... The runes... They float towards you with rapid haste. With a raised hammer, you strike upon the drum the first of many notes and you reminisce in the feeling of absolute ecstasy of the mighty bellowing of your drums.

You start to develop a rhythm, the hammers in your hands start to shine with a monstrous amount of light and you feel that your crew mates are ready for the moment ahead of them. You find the right moment in the flurry of music to once again call upon the nordic gods to bestow upon you the powers they hold. With your hammer to the sky, it crackles with the furious glow of lighting and thunder. With heavenly might you crash your weapons into the shields that stand next to you. A radiant light bellows from the sky and stikes the vessle. Your crewmates beckon with a ferocious shout and start energeticly paddling as if they were empowered by Thor himself.

As the journey comes to a close, you see these enormious glistening coins in the distance you are approaching. As you close in, you see its colour of a dazziling gold colour. From here you call your crewmates to halt sailing as you just beat your high score in the game of Ragnarock...