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Talos the mighty! Talos the unerring! Talos the unassailable! To you we give praise!
We are but maggots, writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the stars!
But you were once man! Aye! And as man, you said, "Let me show you the power of Talos Stormcrown, born of the North, where my breath is long winter. I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, Red Legions, for I love you."
Aye, love. Love! Even as man, great Talos cherished us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of Skyrim! The future of Tamriel!
And there it is, friends! The ugly truth! We are the children of man! Talos is the true god of man! Ascended from flesh, to rule the realm of spirit!
The very idea is inconceivable to our Elven overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With man? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on earth!
Today, they take away your faith. But what of tomorrow? What then? Do the elves take your homes? Your businesses? Your children? Your very lives?
And what does the Empire do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The Imperial machine enforces the will of the Thalmor! Against its own people!
So rise up! Rise up, children of the Empire! Rise up, Stormcloaks! Embrace the word of mighty Talos, he who is both man and Divine!
For we are the children of man! And we shall inherit both the heavens and the earth! And we, not the Elves or their toadies, will rule Skyrim! Forever!
Terrible and powerful Talos! We, your unworthy servants, give praise! For only through your grace and benevolence may we truly reach enlightenment!
And deserve our praise you do, for we are one! Ere you ascended and the Eight became Nine, you walked among us, great Talos, not as god, but as man!
Trust in me, Whiterun! Trust in the words of Heimskr! For I am the chosen of Talos! I alone have been anointed by the Ninth to spread his holy word!
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Plagiarism
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Nah, Empire is where it's at.
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Slide you are the only person who doesn't hate me on offtopic :(
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Edited by Fi1thy Rat: 9/4/2016 3:01:43 AM"Talos the mighty! Talos the unerring! Talos the unassailable! To you, we give prai---" [b]**Unrelenting Force Shout**[/b] SHUT UP!!!
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Edited by qy: 9/3/2016 10:53:10 AMYou'll be happy to know that i read the title in his voice [spoiler]EMBRACE MY LONG, HOOOLY PAENUS[/spoiler]
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Y'all need Talos Rucker to win y'all some aug rights.
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Edited by Brokkr: 9/2/2016 7:47:59 PM[spoiler]Oh, there once was a hero named Ragnar the Red, Who came riding to Whiterun from ole Rorikstead And the braggart did swagger and brandish his blade, As he told of bold battles and gold he had made. But then he went quiet, did Ragnar the Red, When he met the shield-maiden Matilda, who said; "Oh, you talk and you lie and you drink all our mead, Now I think it's high time that you lie down and bleed!" And so then came clashing and slashing of steel, As the brave lass Matilda charged in, full of zeal. And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no more- When his ugly red head rolled around on the floor![/spoiler]
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Edited by AtVeroAeneas: 9/4/2016 9:01:43 AMLifts-Her-Tail Certainly not, kind sir! I am here but to clean your chambers. Crantius Colto Is that all you have come here for, little one? My chambers? Lifts-Her-Tail I have no idea what it is you imply, master. I am but a poor Argonian maid. Crantius Colto So you are, my dumpling. And a good one at that. Such strong legs and shapely tail. Lifts-Her-Tail You embarrass me, sir! Crantius Colto Fear not. You are safe here with me. Lifts-Her-Tail I must finish my cleaning, sir. The mistress will have my head if I do not! Crantius Colto Cleaning, eh? I have something for you. Here, polish my spear. Lifts-Her-Tail But it is huge! It could take me all night! Crantius Colto Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time.
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I love you Talos.... I love you....
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So we're bringing this back
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Harambe the mighty! Harambe the unerring! Harambe the unassailable! To you we give praise! We are but maggots, writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the stars! But you were once man! Aye! And as man, you said, "Let me show you the power of Harambe gorilla, born of the zoo, where my breath is long winter. I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, Red Legions, for I love you." [note 1] Aye, love. Love! Even as man, great Harambe cherished us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of Cincinatti! The future of earth! And there it is, friends! The ugly truth! We are the children of man! Harambe is the true god of man! Ascended from flesh, to rule the realm of spirit! The very idea is inconceivable to our Zoo keeper overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With man? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on earth! Today, they take away your faith. But what of tomorrow? What then? Do the zoo keepers take your homes? Your businesses? Your children? Your very lives? And what does the US do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The US machine enforces the will of the Soviets! Against its own people! So rise up! Rise up, children of the US! Rise up, Bantus! Embrace the word of mighty Harambe, he who is both gorrila and Divine! For we are the children of man! And we shall inherit both the heavens and the earth! And we, not the Zoo keepers or their toadies, will rule Cincinatti! Forever! Terrible and powerful Harambe! We, your unworthy servants, give praise! For only through your grace and benevolence may we truly reach enlightenment! And deserve our praise you do, for we are one! Ere you ascended and the Eight became Nine, you walked among us, great Harambe, not as god, but as gorrila! Trust in me, Internet! Trust in the words of dank memes! For I am the chosen of Harambe! I alone have been anointed by the Ninth to spread his holy word!
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I play (when feel like) on super tricked out modded Skyrim with all bells and whistles and ultra realistic 4k graphics, enb presets..what not. Just saying that the game looks exceedingly pretty on 21:9 gysync. But even with all the mods and what not..still feel a cringe every time I visit Windhelm..that racist shithole of a city. Fvck the Stormcloaks. Oh wait, dont need to..the Aldemeri Dominion got that bit covered
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I haven't played skyrim in years and still know what heimskir sounds like... He never shuts up.
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SKYRIM BELONGS TO THE NORDS
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Let me guess, someone stole your sweet roll
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Ayy, Slade Wilson!
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Ulfric Stormcloak is the true High King.
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Insufferable, Nordic, Scum-of-the-Nirn Peasantblood
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I love LOVE MOIST TOWELETTES!
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For a split second I thought this thread was called [b]tacos[/b]
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The glass is full.
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Wat I thought I backstabbed u?!?!??????!???!!!11!1?te);£,bqbsgdgegd
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Aw, did someone steal your sweetroll?
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Actually, Heimskr was here for a while. where'd he go?
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Children of Anu. A son born of Tiamat and Abzu. His mother’s dissected corpse carefully arranged to create the universe. Marduk, patron God of Babylon. Marduk is aging. A city in decline. Anu Impregnates the Earth. Birth seven Gods. Decree their destinies to serve as the weapons of Erra. The ruins of a city. The vicious Sebitti. Fear. Children of Anu. Lay low living things. Fill their hearts with dragon’s venom. Devastation to Marduk and Babylon. Ishum lights the way through the darkened city streets. His body illuminates. Ignite like Gerra. In the wake of Erra, they decimate. Devastate a city in decline. May they lay low living things. The Igigi will glorify your name. Mountain peaks bow their heads in terror. The gods, your Fathers, praise your valor. Kings kneel beneath your feet. Countries bring you their tribute. Demons flee. Rolling seas hear and stir up. People are frightened into controlling the noise. Ishum lights the way through the darkened city streets. His body illuminates. Ignite like Gerra. In the wake of Erra, they decimate. Devastate a city in decline. Devastate the city of the gods. Children of Anu. Lay low living the things. The Igigi will glorify your Name. The Gods, your Fathers, will praise your valor.