Since the dawn of time, nearly every man (and I’d wager to guess most women) has, at his most visceral level, secretly desired for one thing – to be standing triumphantly atop a heaping pile of his slain enemies, holding a gigantic axe aloft while some unbelievably attractive member of whatever gender he’s attracted to desperately clutches his leg like it’s the last life raft on the HMS Titanic.

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