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2/3/2016 12:57:44 AM
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Praise Talos!
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, America, 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 Earth!
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? 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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Hail Sithis.
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Praise nocturnal!!
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Praise nocturnal!
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4 RespuestasWho's Talos
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3 RespuestasThe empire wishes to ban Talos worship. The cowards! Skyrim belongs to the nords!!!
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FOR TALOS AND ALL OF SKYRIM. LETS SEND THESE ELVEN DICKS BACK TO THEIR SUMMERSET ISLE BACK IN A BOX. ALL HAIL THE STORMCLOAKS
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1 RespuestaIb4 Sgt Johnson
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2 RespuestasDibella is where its at [spoiler]insert Lenny here[/spoiler]
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2 RespuestasAnd the 8 became 9!
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4 RespuestasYou do know what usually happens to that guy that says this at the fountain in whiterun. [spoiler]no offense, personally i leave him alone because i take a different route[/spoiler]
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1 RespuestaPraise talos!
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1 RespuestaWas kinda hoping for skyrim backwards compatibly news but turns out I was just disappointed
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1 RespuestaMay the Altmer wipe you and your false God from the face of Nirn. Bow to you Elven overlords fiend.
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*Creepy sloth smile* Nu. You can't make me.
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3 RespuestasYALL MOTHERF*CKERS NEED [b]\[T]/THE SUN\[T]/[/b]
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4 RespuestasWhooooooohoooooo skyrim still lvl fuggin 48
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6 RespuestasGjallarhorn the mighty! Gjallarhorn the unerring! Gjallarhorn 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 Gjallarhorn, born of Twilight Gap, where my breath is long winter. I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, Guardians, for I love you." Aye, love. Love! Even as man, great Gjallarhorn cherished us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of the Traveler! The future of Earth! And there it is, friends! The ugly truth! We are the children of man! Gjallarhorn is the true god of man! Ascended from flesh, to rule the realm of spirit! The very idea is inconceivable to our Dark 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? Does the Darkness take your homes? Your businesses? Your children? Your very lives? And what does the Speaker do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The Speaker's machine enforces the will of the Darkness! Against its own people! So rise up! Rise up, children of the Light! Rise up, Guardians! Embrace the word of mighty Gjallarhorn , 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 Darkness or their toadies, will rule earth! Forever! Terrible and powerful Gjallarhorn! 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 Gjallarhorn, not as god, but as man! Trust in me, Tower! Trust in the words of Heimskr! For I am the chosen of Gjallarhorn! I alone have been anointed by the Nine to spread his holy word!
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1 RespuestaPeanut butter the creamy! Peanut butter the unerring! Peanut butter the spreadable! To you we give praise! We are but maggots, writhing in the filth of our own jelly! While you have ascended from the dung of storebrands, and now walk among the cupboards! But you were once a condiment! Aye! And as a condiment, you said, "Let me show you the power of Creamy Peanut butter, born of the North, where my breath is long winter. I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this spoon which is mine. I do this for you, Sandwich legions , for I love you." Aye, love. Love! Even as man, great peanut butter cherished us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of Grocery stores! The future of corporate sold peanut butter! And there it is, friends! The ugly truth! We are the children of man! Peanut butter is the true god of man! Ascended from shelves in grocery stores, to rule the realm of our cupboards! The very idea is inconceivable to our Strawberry jelly overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With man? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on earth! Today, they take away your sandwiches. But what of tomorrow? Does the jelly take your homes? Your businesses? Your children? Your very lives? And what does the Government do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The Mayonnaise machine enforces the will of the Jelly! Against its own people! So rise up! Rise up, children of the Mayonnaise! Rise up, Peanut butter lovers! Embrace the word of mighty Peanut butter, he who is both condiment and Divine! For we are the children of peanut butter! And we shall inherit both the heavens and the earth! And we, not the Jelly or their toadies, will rule The shelves! Forever! Terrible and powerful peanut butter! We, your unworthy devourers, 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 Peanut butter, not as god, but as man! Trust in me, Forumsl! Trust in the words of Lenny! For I am the chosen of Peanut butter! I alone have been anointed by the Ninth to spread his holy word!
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Editado por Sir Autisio: 2/3/2016 7:46:54 PMSKYRIM BELONGS TO THE NORDS!!!!!!!
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1 RespuestaSHUT UP HIEMSKR!!!!
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5 RespuestasPraise Talos the almighty!
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1 RespuestaNo. Praise the sun \[T]/[spoiler]im so sorry Solaire T_T[/spoiler]
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Praise the Nerevar!
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https://youtu.be/ZatK5jE4n8c
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Heil Sithis!
