corbindallas

Rfk has peen dibs

I think this is the story of humanity. It ain’t getting better until we massacre the inhumanly rich, eat Thier families while the world watches, and force evil socialism on shared intellectual property

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It’s fair. Most don’t read.

Well thanks for the mystery. Terms with what? Isreali funding? Massive gamehouses fucking over employees? Global financial instability? Bizzare “to ai” or “not to ai”

Question is loving rent free in my fucking broke ass brain

Without reservation, yes.

folks i am begging you to understand what happened here because we have somehow reached a level of skyrim discourse where a man looked at a sacred pilgrimage, a religious test, a prophetic revelation, the recognition of a world-changing messianic figure, and asked “yeah but whats up with the horn?” thats like watching the moon landing and asking what happened to the ladder. thats like reading a murder mystery and demanding an inventory report on the victim’s end table. you have become trapped by gamer brain. every object is loot. every relic is a fetch quest. every ancient artifact exists solely to occupy a slot in your backpack between seventeen wheels of cheese and a fork enchanted with frost damage. the Greybeards are not running a fantasy pawn shop. they are not sitting around High Hrothgar saying “damn i hope somebody gets grandpa’s trumpet back.” the horn belongs to Jurgen Windcaller, the founder of their entire order, the guy who basically invented their religion after concluding that maybe screaming people to death wasn’t the answer to every problem. but the real story is way cooler than some dusty artifact. the Greybeards have just discovered that a walking dragon-powered catastrophe has appeared in Skyrim. you. a person whose hobbies include grave robbing, shouting wildlife off cliffs, and carrying enough weapons to arm a small rebellion. so they send you on a pilgrimage. can you follow instructions. can you overcome hardship. can you pursue wisdom instead of immediate gratification. can you demonstrate even the tiniest shred of patience. and then the funniest part happens. the horn is gone. stolen. vanished. the entire object of the quest has already been removed from the board. and the Greybeards barely care because the thing they were evaluating was never the horn. it was whether the Dragonborn was worthy of the next step. the horn is a prop. the journey is the point. the relic is the bait. the lesson is the treasure. and somehow that is way more interesting than “old monks wanted their fancy kazoo back.

impressed with the voice typing…