Gleaming shell of an outworn lie; fable of Right divine-
You gained your crowns by heritage, but Blood was the price of mine.
The throne that I won by blood and sweat, by Crom, I will not sell
For promise of valleys filled with gold, or threat of the Halls of Hell!

When I was a fighting-man, the kettle-drums they beat,
The people scattered gold-dust before my horse's feet;
But now I am a great king, the people hound my track
With poison in my wine-cup, and daggers at my back.
What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie?
I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky.
The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing;
Rush in and die, dogs - I was a man before I was a king!

https://youtu.be/OK0L1MhMlYY?si=07qcVTG77YjOTLag

https://youtu.be/TLzhlsEFcVQ?si=Z-GxKa_7mkAXqeZX

The audacity, the outrage!
One cannot challenge time itself, you cannot challenge the gods!
NOBODY CAN CHALLENGE TIME ITSELF!
NOBODY!
DO NOT EVEN THINK IT MERE MORTAL!
Would you deem yourself master of the past as well as the present?
The future?

Times.......change........for........Nobody.....
We will never be slaves to time....but we will be conquerors......
(ok more like surfers, but it will be really fucking cool, trust me)

>3ebabs enter the thread insisting that their bloatshit powergamer system was "complex"
Petition to make these fucking infants play OSR at gunpoint.