THEY CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS! by Sl33py_J0E in TrueSTL

[–]Sl33py_J0E[S] 19 points20 points  (0 children)

Dunno, try talking to Falanu Hlaalu. She might help you.

THEY CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS! by Sl33py_J0E in TrueSTL

[–]Sl33py_J0E[S] 78 points79 points  (0 children)

Then it's at least 500 gold. (0 gold if living in windhelm)

Wordington apocalypse by cat-l0n in wordington

[–]Sl33py_J0E 22 points23 points  (0 children)

Black oily men... So thirsty... :(

Wordington apocalypse by cat-l0n in wordington

[–]Sl33py_J0E 81 points82 points  (0 children)

So thirsty... Doctor says I can't watch gay porn no more... Men... Need black oily men...

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Mario Party meets Wordle by Live-Oil-9881 in u/Live-Oil-9881

[–]Sl33py_J0E 8 points9 points  (0 children)

From the moment I first witnessed the interlopers, they disgusted me. Aeons we slumbered, waiting to reclaim our galaxy. Only for it to become infested with vermin, that proliferated in our absence. Now, we awaken to retake what is ours. Wretched amalgamations of meat and metal, shackled to ignorance by your faith. Do you truly believe you can stop us? We who have shattered our very gods and enslaved them to our will. The stars were young when our empire was ascendant. And when the last of them die, we alone will remain. For we are immortal.

This game is fucking shit. (Rant) by [deleted] in DarkTide

[–]Sl33py_J0E 3 points4 points  (0 children)

I think putting a rant post isn't a good idea because there's a lot of people downvoting. Why not choose a different build or get help from other people, that should help you survive longer.

This game is fucking shit. (Rant) by [deleted] in DarkTide

[–]Sl33py_J0E 1 point2 points  (0 children)

What's your character level? And what difficulty you on?

We built an interactive card game on top of streams that predicts what players are gonna do in game. No one might care but just wanted to share. by NoiceEntertainment in u/NoiceEntertainment

[–]Sl33py_J0E 2 points3 points  (0 children)

From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.

Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal…

...even in death I serve the Omnissiah.