Unfortunately, BRAIDAS has already committed himself to the Daggerfall Covenant. Otherwise he'd roll these zerging blue *** so hard they'd beg for mercy, and he would offer none.Agrippa_Invisus wrote: »BRAIDAS,
This humble petitioner has but one request --
Can your might and power destroy the Thornblade server lag?
Your powers exist only in your mind. A fictional universe where your powers compare to my own. You will bow before me. I will make sure of this.BRAIDAS shall not even call you by name, for it is irrelevant. Clearly, the sheer weight of his address has driven you to madness.
I do not not think you undertsand...I am the prophecy, I am the spear of light, I am life and death itself - all that is, was, and ever will be, I am..........I am............
Aoe Barbecue
....but also BRAIDAS
You are no Pixysticks. You are braidas, a mere mortal.
I am the son of La Revolucion. I climbed to the top of Coldcorn to receive the prophecy. A lowly peasant such as yourself could never have managed such a feat. I am the chosen one. This spear is mine. I will drive it through your heart, braidas.the best barbecue sauce you've ever hadAgrippa_Invisus wrote: »
I do not not think you undertsand...I am the prophecy, I am the spear of light, I am life and death itself - all that is, was, and ever will be, I am..........I am............
Aoe Barbecue
....but also BRAIDAS
AOE Braidascue?
I'll show you barbecue sauce.
Your demise is nearing closer braidas. This will be your first and last blood feud.
BRAIDAS has defeated gods before your race was born. The combined wrath of Aedra and Daedra could not but delay him. The Void could not hold him. Time itself could not slow him. His being is beyond your comprehension, tiny mortal.
And for your impudence, you shall endure tortures unimaginable. You will burn until he tires of hearing your screams. Your children, your children's children, will forever be given to the dremora as slaves. Your name shall be forgotten in the annals of time...and mine will be the last you hear.
You exist because I allow it, and you will end because I demand it.
A taste of my Blazing Shield - Coldcorn is no more. BRAIDAS compels worlds to bow before him you insignificant dreg. Enjoy your delusions of grandeur, for it will all end soon enough.

Your ignorance knows no bounds. The universe you inhabit is one of many in my infinite collection.Your powers exist only in your mind. A fictional universe where your powers compare to my own. You will bow before me. I will make sure of this.BRAIDAS shall not even call you by name, for it is irrelevant. Clearly, the sheer weight of his address has driven you to madness.
I do not not think you undertsand...I am the prophecy, I am the spear of light, I am life and death itself - all that is, was, and ever will be, I am..........I am............
Aoe Barbecue
....but also BRAIDAS
You are no Pixysticks. You are braidas, a mere mortal.
I am the son of La Revolucion. I climbed to the top of Coldcorn to receive the prophecy. A lowly peasant such as yourself could never have managed such a feat. I am the chosen one. This spear is mine. I will drive it through your heart, braidas.the best barbecue sauce you've ever hadAgrippa_Invisus wrote: »
I do not not think you undertsand...I am the prophecy, I am the spear of light, I am life and death itself - all that is, was, and ever will be, I am..........I am............
Aoe Barbecue
....but also BRAIDAS
AOE Braidascue?
I'll show you barbecue sauce.
Your demise is nearing closer braidas. This will be your first and last blood feud.
BRAIDAS has defeated gods before your race was born. The combined wrath of Aedra and Daedra could not but delay him. The Void could not hold him. Time itself could not slow him. His being is beyond your comprehension, tiny mortal.
And for your impudence, you shall endure tortures unimaginable. You will burn until he tires of hearing your screams. Your children, your children's children, will forever be given to the dremora as slaves. Your name shall be forgotten in the annals of time...and mine will be the last you hear.
You exist because I allow it, and you will end because I demand it.
A taste of my Blazing Shield - Coldcorn is no more. BRAIDAS compels worlds to bow before him you insignificant dreg. Enjoy your delusions of grandeur, for it will all end soon enough.
That's cute you filthy mongrel.
Here is a snapshot of the after effects of my Blazing Shield as observed by the world's best scientists.
There is some debate on this with some folk referring to my Blazing Shield as the Hand of God, or an act of God. However, I like to think of myself as something above that of a god. You are merely a collection of dust allowed to live through the brilliant act of my Blazing Shield. Nothing but a weak copycat.

You exist because I allow it, and you will end because I demand it.
I do not not think you undertsand...I am the prophecy, I am the spear of light, I am life and death itself - all that is, was, and ever will be, I am..........I am............
Aoe Barbecue
....but also BRAIDAS
You are no Pixysticks. You are braidas, a mere mortal.
I am the son of La Revolucion. I climbed to the top of Coldcorn to receive the prophecy. A lowly peasant such as yourself could never have managed such a feat. I am the chosen one. This spear is mine. I will drive it through your heart, braidas.the best barbecue sauce you've ever hadAgrippa_Invisus wrote: »
I do not not think you undertsand...I am the prophecy, I am the spear of light, I am life and death itself - all that is, was, and ever will be, I am..........I am............
Aoe Barbecue
....but also BRAIDAS
AOE Braidascue?
I'll show you barbecue sauce.
Your demise is nearing closer braidas. This will be your first and last blood feud.
Your ignorance knows no bounds. The universe you inhabit is one of many in my infinite collection.Your powers exist only in your mind. A fictional universe where your powers compare to my own. You will bow before me. I will make sure of this.BRAIDAS shall not even call you by name, for it is irrelevant. Clearly, the sheer weight of his address has driven you to madness.
I do not not think you undertsand...I am the prophecy, I am the spear of light, I am life and death itself - all that is, was, and ever will be, I am..........I am............
Aoe Barbecue
....but also BRAIDAS
You are no Pixysticks. You are braidas, a mere mortal.
I am the son of La Revolucion. I climbed to the top of Coldcorn to receive the prophecy. A lowly peasant such as yourself could never have managed such a feat. I am the chosen one. This spear is mine. I will drive it through your heart, braidas.the best barbecue sauce you've ever hadAgrippa_Invisus wrote: »
I do not not think you undertsand...I am the prophecy, I am the spear of light, I am life and death itself - all that is, was, and ever will be, I am..........I am............
Aoe Barbecue
....but also BRAIDAS
AOE Braidascue?
I'll show you barbecue sauce.
Your demise is nearing closer braidas. This will be your first and last blood feud.
BRAIDAS has defeated gods before your race was born. The combined wrath of Aedra and Daedra could not but delay him. The Void could not hold him. Time itself could not slow him. His being is beyond your comprehension, tiny mortal.
And for your impudence, you shall endure tortures unimaginable. You will burn until he tires of hearing your screams. Your children, your children's children, will forever be given to the dremora as slaves. Your name shall be forgotten in the annals of time...and mine will be the last you hear.
You exist because I allow it, and you will end because I demand it.
A taste of my Blazing Shield - Coldcorn is no more. BRAIDAS compels worlds to bow before him you insignificant dreg. Enjoy your delusions of grandeur, for it will all end soon enough.
That's cute you filthy mongrel.
Here is a snapshot of the after effects of my Blazing Shield as observed by the world's best scientists.
There is some debate on this with some folk referring to my Blazing Shield as the Hand of God, or an act of God. However, I like to think of myself as something above that of a god. You are merely a collection of dust allowed to live through the brilliant act of my Blazing Shield. Nothing but a weak copycat.
BRAIDAS need not convince others of his power, for it can be felt indefinitely, nor does he repeat himself, so will simply remind youYou exist because I allow it, and you will end because I demand it.
I do not not think you undertsand...I am the prophecy, I am the spear of light, I am life and death itself - all that is, was, and ever will be, I am..........I am............
Aoe Barbecue
....but also BRAIDAS
You are no Pixysticks. You are braidas, a mere mortal.
I am the son of La Revolucion. I climbed to the top of Coldcorn to receive the prophecy. A lowly peasant such as yourself could never have managed such a feat. I am the chosen one. This spear is mine. I will drive it through your heart, braidas.the best barbecue sauce you've ever hadAgrippa_Invisus wrote: »
I do not not think you undertsand...I am the prophecy, I am the spear of light, I am life and death itself - all that is, was, and ever will be, I am..........I am............
Aoe Barbecue
....but also BRAIDAS
AOE Braidascue?
I'll show you barbecue sauce.
Your demise is nearing closer braidas. This will be your first and last blood feud.


Charcoal or Propane?Aoe_Barbecue wrote: »I AM AOE BARBECUE. I will tenderly roast your souls ... six at a time. I am AoE incarnate, the divine, mysterious hypostatic union of an ascendent, trans-natural barbecue with a ten-dimensional sexual tyrannosaurus, which then blossomed into something so outstandingly, inhumanly gargantuan that it kicked Plato's metaphysics in the nuts and actualized into all possible worlds the ideal of The Barbecue. The Barbecue is more ontologically necessary than three sided triangles. The Barbecue can make a burrito so hot, even he cannot eat it. And the Barbecue is hungry for your tender, quivering AP's.
I am The Barbecue. I hope your body is ready.
Charcoal or Propane?Aoe_Barbecue wrote: »I AM AOE BARBECUE. I will tenderly roast your souls ... six at a time. I am AoE incarnate, the divine, mysterious hypostatic union of an ascendent, trans-natural barbecue with a ten-dimensional sexual tyrannosaurus, which then blossomed into something so outstandingly, inhumanly gargantuan that it kicked Plato's metaphysics in the nuts and actualized into all possible worlds the ideal of The Barbecue. The Barbecue is more ontologically necessary than three sided triangles. The Barbecue can make a burrito so hot, even he cannot eat it. And the Barbecue is hungry for your tender, quivering AP's.
I am The Barbecue. I hope your body is ready.

Charcoal or Propane?Aoe_Barbecue wrote: »I AM AOE BARBECUE. I will tenderly roast your souls ... six at a time. I am AoE incarnate, the divine, mysterious hypostatic union of an ascendent, trans-natural barbecue with a ten-dimensional sexual tyrannosaurus, which then blossomed into something so outstandingly, inhumanly gargantuan that it kicked Plato's metaphysics in the nuts and actualized into all possible worlds the ideal of The Barbecue. The Barbecue is more ontologically necessary than three sided triangles. The Barbecue can make a burrito so hot, even he cannot eat it. And the Barbecue is hungry for your tender, quivering AP's.
I am The Barbecue. I hope your body is ready.
Rudimentary creature of blood and flesh, you confront me, fondling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your life is measured in years and decades, you wither, and die. I, am eternal, the pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before me, you, are nothing. Your defeat is inevitable. I, am the end of everything.I now declare a blood feud with you, Braidas. If you choose to accept, know that you will die.
Confidence, born of ignorance. My will, cannot be broken. More have challenged me than you can fathom. There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own, you cannot even imagine it. My being transcends your very understanding. I, am independent, free of any corporeal shackles. You, cannot even grasp the nature of my existence. I have no beginning, I have no end, I, am infinite. Millions of years after you have been eradicated and forgotten, I, will endure. You cannot escape your doom. I am beyond your comprehension, I, am BRAIDAS.
Your words are as empty as your future. I, am the vanguard of your destruction. This exchange, is over.Your flame ain't even hot.Charcoal or Propane?Aoe_Barbecue wrote: »I AM AOE BARBECUE. I will tenderly roast your souls ... six at a time. I am AoE incarnate, the divine, mysterious hypostatic union of an ascendent, trans-natural barbecue with a ten-dimensional sexual tyrannosaurus, which then blossomed into something so outstandingly, inhumanly gargantuan that it kicked Plato's metaphysics in the nuts and actualized into all possible worlds the ideal of The Barbecue. The Barbecue is more ontologically necessary than three sided triangles. The Barbecue can make a burrito so hot, even he cannot eat it. And the Barbecue is hungry for your tender, quivering AP's.
I am The Barbecue. I hope your body is ready.
Correct.Aoe_Barbecue wrote: »Charcoal or Propane?Aoe_Barbecue wrote: »I AM AOE BARBECUE. I will tenderly roast your souls ... six at a time. I am AoE incarnate, the divine, mysterious hypostatic union of an ascendent, trans-natural barbecue with a ten-dimensional sexual tyrannosaurus, which then blossomed into something so outstandingly, inhumanly gargantuan that it kicked Plato's metaphysics in the nuts and actualized into all possible worlds the ideal of The Barbecue. The Barbecue is more ontologically necessary than three sided triangles. The Barbecue can make a burrito so hot, even he cannot eat it. And the Barbecue is hungry for your tender, quivering AP's.
I am The Barbecue. I hope your body is ready.
Propane is the metaphysically inferior heat, nay - opiate! - of transgressors and Wittgensteinians. Your mere mention of it has been written in the Book of Barbecue, penitent. In charcoal the bedraggled masses find their hope. In The Barbecue we trust!
Rudimentary creature of blood and flesh, you confront me, fondling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your life is measured in years and decades, you wither, and die. I, am eternal, the pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before me, you, are nothing. Your defeat is inevitable. I, am the end of everything.I now declare a blood feud with you, Braidas. If you choose to accept, know that you will die.Confidence, born of ignorance. My will, cannot be broken. More have challenged me than you can fathom. There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own, you cannot even imagine it. My being transcends your very understanding. I, am independent, free of any corporeal shackles. You, cannot even grasp the nature of my existence. I have no beginning, I have no end, I, am infinite. Millions of years after you have been eradicated and forgotten, I, will endure. You cannot escape your doom. I am beyond your comprehension, I, am BRAIDAS.Your words are as empty as your future. I, am the vanguard of your destruction. This exchange, is over.Your flame ain't even hot.Charcoal or Propane?Aoe_Barbecue wrote: »I AM AOE BARBECUE. I will tenderly roast your souls ... six at a time. I am AoE incarnate, the divine, mysterious hypostatic union of an ascendent, trans-natural barbecue with a ten-dimensional sexual tyrannosaurus, which then blossomed into something so outstandingly, inhumanly gargantuan that it kicked Plato's metaphysics in the nuts and actualized into all possible worlds the ideal of The Barbecue. The Barbecue is more ontologically necessary than three sided triangles. The Barbecue can make a burrito so hot, even he cannot eat it. And the Barbecue is hungry for your tender, quivering AP's.
I am The Barbecue. I hope your body is ready.
Without BRAIDAS, there is no Sovereign. His wisdom was imparted to the Reaper, not vice versa. If you dare question me again, you will meet the same fate.Rudimentary creature of blood and flesh, you confront me, fondling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your life is measured in years and decades, you wither, and die. I, am eternal, the pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before me, you, are nothing. Your defeat is inevitable. I, am the end of everything.I now declare a blood feud with you, Braidas. If you choose to accept, know that you will die.Confidence, born of ignorance. My will, cannot be broken. More have challenged me than you can fathom. There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own, you cannot even imagine it. My being transcends your very understanding. I, am independent, free of any corporeal shackles. You, cannot even grasp the nature of my existence. I have no beginning, I have no end, I, am infinite. Millions of years after you have been eradicated and forgotten, I, will endure. You cannot escape your doom. I am beyond your comprehension, I, am BRAIDAS.Your words are as empty as your future. I, am the vanguard of your destruction. This exchange, is over.Your flame ain't even hot.Charcoal or Propane?Aoe_Barbecue wrote: »I AM AOE BARBECUE. I will tenderly roast your souls ... six at a time. I am AoE incarnate, the divine, mysterious hypostatic union of an ascendent, trans-natural barbecue with a ten-dimensional sexual tyrannosaurus, which then blossomed into something so outstandingly, inhumanly gargantuan that it kicked Plato's metaphysics in the nuts and actualized into all possible worlds the ideal of The Barbecue. The Barbecue is more ontologically necessary than three sided triangles. The Barbecue can make a burrito so hot, even he cannot eat it. And the Barbecue is hungry for your tender, quivering AP's.
I am The Barbecue. I hope your body is ready.
A Reaper in Cyrodil? I think you took the wrong track somewhere on your way to the galaxy!
And iirc the citation is from the same Reaper whose parts where scattered all over the Citadel in the end.
btw. the Reapers became a real annoyance only when they started zerg-swarming the galaxy.
All in all I question the wisdom in citing a Reaper
Without BRAIDAS, there is no Sovereign. His wisdom was imparted to the Reaper, not vice versa. If you dare question me again, you will meet the same fate.Rudimentary creature of blood and flesh, you confront me, fondling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your life is measured in years and decades, you wither, and die. I, am eternal, the pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before me, you, are nothing. Your defeat is inevitable. I, am the end of everything.I now declare a blood feud with you, Braidas. If you choose to accept, know that you will die.Confidence, born of ignorance. My will, cannot be broken. More have challenged me than you can fathom. There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own, you cannot even imagine it. My being transcends your very understanding. I, am independent, free of any corporeal shackles. You, cannot even grasp the nature of my existence. I have no beginning, I have no end, I, am infinite. Millions of years after you have been eradicated and forgotten, I, will endure. You cannot escape your doom. I am beyond your comprehension, I, am BRAIDAS.Your words are as empty as your future. I, am the vanguard of your destruction. This exchange, is over.Your flame ain't even hot.Charcoal or Propane?Aoe_Barbecue wrote: »I AM AOE BARBECUE. I will tenderly roast your souls ... six at a time. I am AoE incarnate, the divine, mysterious hypostatic union of an ascendent, trans-natural barbecue with a ten-dimensional sexual tyrannosaurus, which then blossomed into something so outstandingly, inhumanly gargantuan that it kicked Plato's metaphysics in the nuts and actualized into all possible worlds the ideal of The Barbecue. The Barbecue is more ontologically necessary than three sided triangles. The Barbecue can make a burrito so hot, even he cannot eat it. And the Barbecue is hungry for your tender, quivering AP's.
I am The Barbecue. I hope your body is ready.
A Reaper in Cyrodil? I think you took the wrong track somewhere on your way to the galaxy!
And iirc the citation is from the same Reaper whose parts where scattered all over the Citadel in the end.
btw. the Reapers became a real annoyance only when they started zerg-swarming the galaxy.
All in all I question the wisdom in citing a Reaper
There is only BRAIDAS, nothing more.Without BRAIDAS, there is no Sovereign. His wisdom was imparted to the Reaper, not vice versa. If you dare question me again, you will meet the same fate.Rudimentary creature of blood and flesh, you confront me, fondling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your life is measured in years and decades, you wither, and die. I, am eternal, the pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before me, you, are nothing. Your defeat is inevitable. I, am the end of everything.I now declare a blood feud with you, Braidas. If you choose to accept, know that you will die.Confidence, born of ignorance. My will, cannot be broken. More have challenged me than you can fathom. There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own, you cannot even imagine it. My being transcends your very understanding. I, am independent, free of any corporeal shackles. You, cannot even grasp the nature of my existence. I have no beginning, I have no end, I, am infinite. Millions of years after you have been eradicated and forgotten, I, will endure. You cannot escape your doom. I am beyond your comprehension, I, am BRAIDAS.Your words are as empty as your future. I, am the vanguard of your destruction. This exchange, is over.Your flame ain't even hot.Charcoal or Propane?Aoe_Barbecue wrote: »I AM AOE BARBECUE. I will tenderly roast your souls ... six at a time. I am AoE incarnate, the divine, mysterious hypostatic union of an ascendent, trans-natural barbecue with a ten-dimensional sexual tyrannosaurus, which then blossomed into something so outstandingly, inhumanly gargantuan that it kicked Plato's metaphysics in the nuts and actualized into all possible worlds the ideal of The Barbecue. The Barbecue is more ontologically necessary than three sided triangles. The Barbecue can make a burrito so hot, even he cannot eat it. And the Barbecue is hungry for your tender, quivering AP's.
I am The Barbecue. I hope your body is ready.
A Reaper in Cyrodil? I think you took the wrong track somewhere on your way to the galaxy!
And iirc the citation is from the same Reaper whose parts where scattered all over the Citadel in the end.
btw. the Reapers became a real annoyance only when they started zerg-swarming the galaxy.
All in all I question the wisdom in citing a Reaper
Is it you, Star Child?^^
Greatfellow wrote: »I feel the thunder of their voices pounding down around me.
I am on the playground and see the empty swingsets, swinging wildly. The raging wind roars past me, past all of us, we antlike spectators, and that wind bellows at us: "Best avoid the bike racks on Friday night!" and, "Don't forget to bring soft drinks and popcorn!"
I run. I run as fast as my mortal legs will carry me. To the store, to the snack aisle. And back home to get my lawn chair and blankey.
Greatfellow wrote: »I feel the thunder of their voices pounding down around me.
I am on the playground and see the empty swingsets, swinging wildly. The raging wind roars past me, past all of us, we antlike spectators, and that wind bellows at us: "Best avoid the bike racks on Friday night!" and, "Don't forget to bring soft drinks and popcorn!"
I run. I run as fast as my mortal legs will carry me. To the store, to the snack aisle. And back home to get my lawn chair and blankey.
Can I request some skittles?
lol try runnign into a zerg of 30+ when immovable doesn't work for ***. not even i can fix zos's broken messFluffiestOne wrote: »I saw Braidas die. #FightOver
lol try runnign into a zerg of 30+ when immovable doesn't work for ***. not even i can fix zos's broken messFluffiestOne wrote: »I saw Braidas die. #FightOver