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Think we can all relate to this one. You can order a shirt here
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Courage the Cowardly Dog. Love that show.
NEED the hoodie NOWW
I love this show
That show was my childhood
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Desperation, Giotto Di Bondone
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“To have no opinion is to exist. To have every opinion is to be a poet.”
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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how the fuck do I play mount & blade I never get much farther than recruiting a few dudes and getting kidnapped
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Well getting kidnapped really isn’t the end of everything. My advice when starting a game is to go around where Swadia is near the Vaegir and Nords, and to just farm killing looters and small groups of bandits and sell their gear, and with the money you recruit more assholes that you turn into archers, and so on and so forth until you have enough money and experience to actually play around a bit. To help during that part you’ll wanna do a few quests for village elders, that way you gain easy xp and they’ll give you more recruits in the future (of course you can’t really help them with cattle or even grain until you have a bit of money but it’ll come).
The thing is, bandits suck against archers, and as long as you don’t piss off anyone important that’s who you’re going to fight a lot of time in the early game. Just avoid the steppes or the desert where there be horsebandits and you’ll be fine. You’ll end this phase of the game when hunting even the sea raiders on the coast becomes easy.Happy trails .w.
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“I once asked my friends if they’d ever held things that gave them a spooky sense of history. Ancient pots with three-thousand-year-old thumbprints in the clay, said one. Antique keys, another. Clay pipes. Dancing shoes from WWII. Roman coins I found in a field. Old bus tickets in second-hand books. Everyone agreed that what these small things did was strangely intimate; they gave them the sense, as they picked them up and turned them in their fingers, of another person, an unknown person a long time ago, who had held that object in their hands. You don’t know anything about them, but you feel the other person’s there, one friend told me. It’s like all the years between you and them disappear. Like you become them, somehow.”
— Helen Macdonald,
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