The people of Minnesota were crushed, as one of the last refuges of sanity, they knew that it wouldn't be long before the monster conquered the world and the mindless hordes that it hypnotized would remind them every day of what could have been. But then a new hero arose, one that bore such a striking resemblance to the Viking, that many of those outside of Minnesota confused the two heroes. This new hero was called the 49er and he challenged the great Packer beast. The 49er’s physical characteristics were not the only resemblance he showed to the Viking; he had two swords so similar to those of the Viking that it led many to believe that the 49er was, in fact, the Viking reincarnated. When those who had not been brainwashed by the Packer saw that the 49er had chosen to go to battle with the sword resembling the one that had led the Viking to his death, they lost hope. The Packer had just defeated this same sword a week earlier, how could the 49er have any hope with the same tactic?
But they could not warn the 49er off, as the fight had begun. The Packer struck first after the 49er lunged forward wildly with his sword and left himself wide open to a counter-attack. It seemed to many as though the battle was heading down the same path it did for the Viking, but then something happened. The 49er came back, he gained control of his sword, swinging with a mix of finesse and truculence that harkened back to the Week 17 battle between the Viking and the Packer. The battle continued like this for a while, both sides fighting ferociously; taking advantage of mistakes and paying no mind to defending themselves. The hero and the beast took a momentary pause from the fighting both breathing heavily and worn out as they stared each other down across the field of battle. The Packer struck first again as he resumed the fight, but after that blow, the 49er seemed gain a second wind and he fought viciously; raining blow after blow upon the Packer. The Packer took the blows but was not able to strike back until the fight was all but over. The 49er had won. The great beast that controlled so many was crushed and people across the world rejoiced. It was a bittersweet moment for the people of Minnesota; they knew that their hero was dead and they would have to wait almost a year before another Viking would arise, but to see the Packer stopped from claiming another Super Bowl and sending the world into a year of darkness, especially in a way so reminiscent of what they had hoped for out of their hero, was a beautiful peice of retribution for them to witness. All was right in the world again, the people of Minnesota no longer had to fear the reign of the Packer and they were already excited what their new Viking hero would bring to the table next year.