I feel like in the middle world lies the perfect Viking leader of an aggressive sex monkey, boomer chompin', axe slingin', boozin', reckless pregnant makin' or takin', human fireball of hedonistic international murder tallyin', superhuman megastar of the leadership variety; draggin double ball deep through the pillaged loot of inferior muck towns that I left razed, blazed, and violently displazed that seems like the narrow window I would shoot for if I was going to subjugate an entire island of loose toothed cravat wearing softy softs. TLDR: Conqueror, idiot.
Conquering the world is a great goal, and that’s a fact.
But in every situation, you must think before the attack.
A war is problematic, even if this sounds dramatic,
So, I would consider it to rather be diplomatic.