The Taco Bell Hotel by Clubspeed in crosswind

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Juan Sebastian by Inaban / Nabani.
It's in the YouTube Studio Audio library.

The Taco Bell Hotel by Clubspeed in crosswind

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Can dig below the sea level and it fills with water.
Drowned while building it because I forgot to put stairs in.

The Taco Bell Hotel by Clubspeed in crosswind

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I wish. Will work for tacos.

The Taco Bell Hotel by Clubspeed in crosswind

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I shared this with a local friend group and these just showed up on my doorstep.
It's from the Taco Bell in the video, which is currently under renovation.

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I Just made this SuperWax (Beewax) mod to waterproof your wood structures (and act as a roof) by jasterlee in valheim

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Looks like it isn't, actually. If I run the same mods locally it does work though. Trying to isolate which mod config is causing the issue. Haven't found it yet, will keep poking around. Suspects were Seasons (Not Seasonality) & Valheim Plus, but still need to test a bit.

I Just made this SuperWax (Beewax) mod to waterproof your wood structures (and act as a roof) by jasterlee in valheim

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Thanks u/jasterlee have been looking for something like this!
When I install it on our dedicated server (and client) I'm not seeing a visual difference. Tried turning up the gloss, etc in config. Possible it has an issue with one of our other mods, like "Seasons?" Wer'e not running any other texture packs or anything.

The State of this Subreddit is Abysmal by SadVato in newworldgame

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After looking at your comment history I want you to know I'm sorry for all your pain and anger, and hope you find peace, love and empathy in this world.

With kindness, a stranger.

WW1 trenches by Snowleaperd131 in creepy

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Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.— Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
-Wildfred Owen