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And since I'm not a godless whore
He'll have to come in the back door
Therefore
Fuck me in the ass because I love Jesus
The good lord would want it that way
He'll have to come in the back door
Therefore
Fuck me in the ass because I love Jesus
The good lord would want it that way
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Their Stories
"Hey young man. This is not the closest way to the Bulgewater County. You better choose the west road of the Wisteria Crossroad."
"Oh look at this thick skin. Everybody's waiting for their turn and now you want to get buried in such nice place far far away?
Hey, you better go to my grave plot. It's much closer and so beautifu..."
"I heard your goddamned hometown story for hundreds of times that my ossicles almost worn out, ma'am.
Why don't we just shut up for this painful journey? You can have some talks with the devils after burial."
"Your sister's pelvis was so huge that even three baby skulls could go through the hole."
"That bastard is talking shit again. I heard he was mental and still barking like a dog even after brain fluid dried out."
"My jaw! Where is my jaw! I can't eat without my jaw!"
"His jaw was gone sucking dragon dick."
"This rude boy is ignoring me again! I told you Bulgewater County is not this way..."
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They Talk Too Much
"I told you not to go this way."
"Hey lad. Your fighting stance is awkward as hell."
"Your mama's tit was so huge that her ribs were bent."
"He's so nice as always. Drop me off here."
"We're dead! We're all dead. All because of that stupid gravekeeper!"
"Where is my jaw?"
"When I was young, I found no monsters as ugly as this one."
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They Still Talk
"Amazing, lad! Transforming our remains into spirit form, what a magic!"
"If I didn't know you, i would have thought that you were trying to kill us all! I know this sort of sorcery, and they use this spell to destroy the undeads."
"Your mama's spine is so bent that you can use it in math class as protractor."
"Good to be together as always. It's hard to find nice lad like this fellow these days."
"Where is my jaw? I can't find my jaw!"
"Huh! You call this a magic! Back in my days..."
"Hey young man, do you even hear me?"
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Take Them Please
"Mortal. I ask you to yield one of those heads."
"I can't."
"You cherish life of the deads more than yours? How touching."
"No really. I can't."
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Put Your Hand on My Shoulder
"Knock it off you bloody dotard."
"Haha! We heard you talking back to our word! Today's a special day!"
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The Protectors
I hear dead people.
And they never fxxking shut up.
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Dead Men Tell A Lot of Tales
"That's a mighty fine necromancy, summoning the dead severed arm!"
"And he didn't raise us from dead with such skill."
"Where is my jaw."
"If we knew he could do that we would've never apologized him."
"I mean, it's pretty absurd to blame us for dragging monster's attention by our chatter. It's monster that cut off his arm, not us."
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Manga Style Necromancy
"Fight with me."
"Wait, we never agreed that."
"I will never forget you."
"I said we never agreed that."
"SOUL CRUSHER."
"You motherf-."
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"Your Move, Old Man."
"Look at that ruddy bastard grabbing old man's head."
"Where is my jaw."
"Back in my days, even rudest of all showed respect to the elders.
Kids these days ignore the aged men and their wisdom.
Back in my days, no one would've allowed this to happen.
The kings had to get off their horse to salute me on the road."
"When yer mom rolled on the pen with the pigs."
"Where is my fxxking jaw, you bloody ruffians."
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Necro-man
Even though the sword is broken dead, I can call its soul back.
Arm is the most basic type of shield.
My revived arm will be a shield.
This is my necromancy.
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Starved Pistol of Diliworth
Starved Pistol of Diliworth.
One of the haunted relics made by infamous weapon inventor Godin Elwiv of Eldrian two centuries ago.
The soul of people who were killed by him is stored inside.
Danger Rank High. Never touch.
P.S. My dear pupil who never ever read nor listen to my words.
I leave this postscript for I thought you would've ignore that warning.
At least don't fire this pistol twice.
The chance of it taking user's soul increases geometrically on the second fire.
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Hellblade
"Old man. Sword."
"Arfwgerraworf"
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You Must Fly
"Damn, I'm terribly sorry lady.
This is what my necromancy do.
Look at my arm. Revived in strange form of my true nature.
I guess your soul looks like a fish, swimming freely in the air.
At least you can fly instead of having normal leg oh what the hell am I talking about. I'm really...
Oh... Uh... I guess you like it.
Thank you."
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One is Gone
My masters, all six of them, told me not to talk to the deads.
The deads never come back to life. That's undeniable truth. The truth that people left behind want to deny so much.
The soul of the dead leaves this world over the curtain of our realm forever.
What we call ghost is just an embodiment of remaining thought, emotion, or memory of the deads.
That's why they cannot talk normally, always want though need nothing, and stick to something obstinately.
It is difficult to remove them peacefully unless you follow certain rules and process originated from the deceased.
The deads are not the ones you knew.
Now I can understand why they taught me that over and over again.
It is obvious how I'll react to the false hallucination of my masters when they pass away.
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Summon Your Scromon
Elza Highmoor of Elmwood College only tames cute and beautiful Scromons like her.
Smouldering
The new theory has shook the entire Soulogy Academia: 'the remnant soul still remains inside the bones.'
It was proven that the soul of the deads can never return to the land of the livings,so the matter of 'what makes the undeads become alive again' was always in controversy.
Now the new theory that presented an innovative answer for the problemis expected to revive the human experiment on Eldrian City since the arrest of Headhunter.
Gudrun the Snakehead
Gudrun the Snakehead owned the golden hair of the goddess.
She didn't choose the path of the queen to sharpen the swords for men,but the road of the warrior to fight bear and wolf.
She feeds the blood. To her sword, and to her hairs.
She abandoned the path of queen, but she takes men for herself.
Dragon Breaker
In the Age of Space Discovery, there were warriors called the Dragon Breakers among the Vikings of the Northern Galaxies.
They ride on small attack ships, and destroy the enemy's hull with a sword and their strong body.
Shieldmaiden
Grelod Stoneskinned was the true shieldmaiden.
For 157 years of her fighting,
No weapons ever made it to her skin.
No love could ever make it to her heart either.
Maskfly
Bloodthirst Butterfly that stares and scares its natural enemies has perched on Sir Georg's nose.
Bursted Out
Too many tattoos. They will explode.
Morgan Wallas the Bane of July proves that.
It's a miracle that his body has maintained its form.
His mind is far beyond that of humanity, for it still exists in our realm.
However it's only a past tense since he already went crazy.
The magic that has escaped and overgrew his skin brought chaos to Eldrian City.
We can never know if it was his own will or the will of the oppressed magic.
How to Tame Your Scromons
Scromons were the friends of humanity all over the world, and we have sealed them in many different ways possible.
Scroll is uncomfortable by its weight and size,
but you can add more info with plenty of space, a good place for Scromons to live.
Bujeok (asian paper talisman) makes you summon and seal Scromons easier and faster, but it provides a cramped and uncomfortable space for Scromons, making them hard to grow and evolve.
Disk, which is the new sealing tool made by data, had huge capacity despite its small size but also had bugs that can create horrible disasters.
These tools were part of magic. That means there's no superiority and inferiority between them, but only advantages and disadvantages.
The monsters were named after their sealing items, and that gave them many names in history.
Slatemon, Bone Beasts, Scroll-Mon, Talismon, Parchmon, Kipumon, Diskmon, and etc.
But now we just call them Scromons.
Blazing Heart
Sir Gunleif never cries.
The fire comes out from his eyes.
He's always burning with fury.
The fire comes out from his eyes.
He's always burning with fury.
Corpse Tactics
"Your mission is not breaking the walls, nor killing the king.
That city can not be torn down by the power of men, not even dead ones.
You must hide until we flood the city.
Then you have to swim in the water that sank the food storage and the house of healing."
Loyal Staff
It was the custom of the Ramboerg Dynasty to keep the king's wisest adviser closest.
Ressa the Handless
If you have captured the wizards, do not cut off their hands.
Their magic doesn't come out from hands, but from predestined fate and their spirit that transcends humanity.
No one can stop their spell unless their life was taken.
Cut off their heads.
Forget the story of Rogbær the Headless.
Metal Gear фэндомы Kazuhira Miller Metal Gear Art
I was born in a small restaurant. I was still a child when we were raided by burgers... Foreign burgers. Torn from my elders, I was made to fry their meals. With each new chain, my managers changed, along with the fries they made me cook... With each change, I changed too... My hygiene standards, grilling speed, how I saw cooked and raw... Meals can kill...
Time and again the meal was eaten by a foreign customer, when he was a young boy, he lost his native recipe; the bedrock for any developing chef.
His restaurant, his meal deals, his face, his identity, everything was stolen from him.
Since ancient times every restaurant's chef has had the same idea; when ingredients unite under one bun, they become tastier than the sum of their parts, and what do chefs use to bring ingredients together? Cheese...
This menu will become one, I have found the way. Price, diet affiliations, 6 nugget orders, even our nutritional information will be irrelevant.
The restaurant that The Chef envisioned will finally become a reality and it will make unhealthiness whole again.
Burger King is a restaurant of liberty, a meeting of immigrants... Instead of simply having a fixed menu, its customers choose to "have it their way".
So The Chef sought a system that used information; orders, to control the cashiers.
In his eyes, the greatest symbiotic parasite the world has ever known isn't microbial; its linguistic. Orders are what keep restaurants - our fast food chain - alive. Free the customers, not by taking their money, but by taking their orders.
WITH THIS, I RID THE CHAIN OF INFESTATION... ~HAPPY MEAL KIDS MENU~... The pork will be pulled for Saunders, and then... It shall be discounted.
Warhammer 40000 Wh Песочница фэндомы Graham McNeill League of Legends Warhammer Fantasy FB Песочница
Грэм Макнилл, автор прорвы романов и рассказов по вселенной Warhammer 40.000\FB, переходит работать в Riot Games. Удачи Маку на новом месте работы
Originally Posted by Graham McNeillIf you don’t want to read to the end, the short version is this: I’ve been offered – and have accepted – a job with Riot Games, the producer of the phenomenally successful League of Legends. Clan McNeill is moving to Los Angeles.
I’ve been chatting with Riot for a little while and now they’ve offered me the position of Senior Narrative Writer in their Los Angeles offices. So, yeah, in the summer we’re leaving Nottingham and the UK and relocating to sunny California in the US of A.
This wasn’t a decision we took lightly. I enjoyed the work I was doing, where I was doing it and the way life revolved around our kids, friends, family, work, school and all the usual happenings that make up the everyday. We had Evan and Amber to think of, our own jobs and our house, our friends and families. We liked having all that close, and the idea of making such a life-changing upheaval was very scary. Far easier just to maintain the status quo, eh? In short, we were comfortable, but sometimes you need to change things up, to step out of your comfort zone, and I think we were all at that stage.
I first spoke with Riot back in December. I went over for an informal chat, not really knowing what to expect, but going in with an open mind. The people I met there were fantastic; full of passion and enthusiasm for what they were doing, and I came away feeling I’d had a real meeting of minds with the spirit of Riot’s creative heart. These were people who thrived on the sheer joy of creativity, where every avenue could be explored to see where it went. I came away tremendously excited at the possibility of working within those teams.
We went back over to California as a family in February so everyone could see LA and Santa Monica, to find out if it was a place we could see ourselves living and working. It most definitely was. And my second meeting with the creative types in Riot more than confirmed my desire to work with them. Their attitude to the work and the potential for all it offers in the future is incredible, which makes me tremendously excited about being part of it.
After some long, serious, grown-up talks about making the move, Anita and I came to the conclusion that the opportunities for our family were too incredible to pass up. It’s a life-changing adventure that’s going to be exciting and challenging all at the same time. It’s the kind of chance we had to snatch with both hands, as it’s the kind that doesn’t come around more than once. And I’d hate to look back in years to come with any kind of regret for the chances we didn’t take. So with a mixture of giggling excitement and trepidation at the thought of stepping into this brave new world, we’re getting packed up and looking west to this fresh phase of our future.
Ah, but what does this mean for all things Warhammer…?
Well, first and foremost, I’m a writer, so I’m not going to stop writing books any more than I’m going to choose to stop breathing. I’m still working on my current Horus Heresy novel, The Crimson King (I’ve just handed in the first half…) and will continue to write for the Black Library. Clearly my output will diminish, what with having a full time, salaried day job, but I’ll still be keeping my hand in. I have stories of Uriel Ventris yet to tell and the Battle for Macragge isn’t going to write itself. And, having been involved with the Horus Heresy series since its very opening act, I’ll be damned if I’m not going to show up for its final dramas and its curtain calls. Expect the odd quick read or audio to pop up here and there too. In short, I’m still going to keep you entertained with grim tales from the 41st Millennium, the Horus Heresy and beyond.
So, there you have it. As the summer dawns, Clan McNeill will be living it in California. Wish us well, and I’ll continue to talk to you all on Twitter, Facebook and e-mail.
Cheers,
Graham
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