Dagoth Ur (the god)

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I, Dagoth Ur, believe that the entirety of his theory rests upon a grievous error. He, in his folly, regarded labor as the solitary font of worth and, in his ignorance, failed to grasp that capitalism thrives not solely by the exploitation of laborers but also through the ceaseless march of technological advancement. He dared to belittle the other wellsprings of wealth: innovation, entrepreneurial spirit, and the unyielding progress of technology, all of which lie at the very core of his theory.

Curiously, passages within “Capital” and the “Communist Manifesto” speak of the global ascendancy of capitalism, prophesying the vanishing of all things traditional and the dissolution of feudal remnants. Therefore, I, Dagoth Ur, put forth the audacious proposition that we may indeed regard Karl Marx as the inaugural, true theorist of globalization.

Nerevar, what do you need a car for? You have all the siltstriders in the world at your disposal. Here, take the keys to Juan Angelito. He’s my favorite.

Nerevar, you foolish one, approach. A character on the internet proclaims that our world must endure another cycle of annihilation and rebirth to find goodness. Can you fathom such grand and intoxicating innocence, Nerevar?

You there, sir! Be aware that I, Dagoth Ur, have witnessed 3743 years of existence, and I did not dedicate my millennia to be insulted by a creature not yet a century old. Depart from my lands and the ungrateful tribes, and let them remain untouched by your misguided notions.

Nerevar, behold the grand utilization of space within my mighty halls. I have constructed a new server room, boasting Yotabytes upon Yotabytes with layers of redundancy to store and host videos capturing individuals relieving themselves in or around Dagoth Ur(the city).

What’s this? No, Nerevar, you fool, it is not one of my peculiar fascinations. This serves as a means to chastise those Dunmer who have lost all sense of decency, soiled by their impertinence. Since ascending to godhood, I, Dagoth Ur, have long abandoned such base necessities. It vexes me greatly that there remains a Dunmer outside my domain who still indulges in such actions. Of course, in my mortal days, I too partook in such mundane activities. What a grand and intoxicating question.

But now, Nerevar, do you wish to partake in the viewing of these Dunmers, so devoid of dignity?

Nerevar, dont scare me like that. What is it Nerevar? it’s 4 am! i am not due for my daily skibidi toilet until 10 am.
Nerevar, you fool. What an intoxicating and grand irrelevancy. I pay the guild of google 12 bucks a month so they leave me alone with ads. Why would I Dagoth Ur(the god), care for such an issue. I am a god, Nerevar. I can pay whatever i want. No i will not buy girlscout cookies for you. Go back to bed. You’re waking up the gnomes. I do not care for their nuisance.

Nerevar, do not threaten me, especially not one week before my grand honeymoon. Has the gnome population within your walls multiplied once more? Very well, I shall handle it. But first, allow me to indulge in this newfound fascination called “Skibidi Toilet” on this realm’s peculiar platform known as YouTube. It boasts over twenty episodes, and the man with the television for a head has just experienced a change in hue, turning red for the first time.

Nerevar, return swiftly! It seems they are now flushing them down the abyss!

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Nerevar, there you are. I have just started reading this Lemmy Post about Religion. What an intoxicating and grand waste of my time. Nerevar the only People that are happy without Religion are the Argonians, and you know as well as I, Dagot Ur(the god) how miserable these creatures are.
Not a single Dunmer in all of Morrowind would try to claim that they do not believe in god.
Yes Nerevar, i would kill them but that isn’t the point.

Nerevar you fool, do not fall for Dr crobars scam. He will not expand your lung. That is impossible Nerevar. I Dagoth Ur(the god) had extended lungs for a while until i grew to not need lungs anymore. It is a grand and intoxicating waste of money and time. I could breathe so well that i could hear the gnomes in my walls. But you will never be able to. You are not a god like I Dagot Ur(the god). No Nerevar, i cannot teach you. In fact i do not wish to teach you. You shouldn’t even attempt to have larger lungs. Nerevar, look! Over there! An Argonian Maid! Go, run. Maybe she’s lusty

I pay for premium. I had spotify but decided to switch because some of the music i wanted to listen to wasnt on spotify. Also the random feature on youtube is more random.
Before that i used YoutubeVanced then Newpipe and local downloads.

I must say, Nerevar, that people who insist on typing smileys with noses are like the most vexing Argonians in Black Marsh! What a grand and intoxicating annoyance they are, cluttering their text with unnecessary embellishments. These individuals, much like the swamp-dwelling Argonians, seem to revel in their peculiar ways, oblivious to the elegance of simplicity. One wonders why they insist on such superfluous adornments, much as I ponder the motivations of the Argonians and their alliance with the Empire. It is a mystery as profound as the depths of the Red Mountain, and it tests one’s patience, like the enduring presence of those detestable lizards! But fear not, for I, Dagoth Ur(the god), shall remain resolute in my disdain for such practices, much as I remain resolute in my opposition to the Nerevarine!

Reading the Bible, much like delving into the lore of The Elder Scrolls, is a grand and intoxicating pursuit. It offers wisdom and guidance, just as I, Dagoth Ur(the god), offer enlightenment to my followers. Dating Women, however, can be a challenge, for their ways are as mysterious as the deepest swamps of Black Marsh. But remember, Nerevar, that both pursuits have their merits. The choice is yours to make, Nerevar, just as you chose to challenge the toilet in the mornings.

Nerevar, you foolish mortal! I have heard your lamentations about the cost of diamonds and how they are too expensive for how common they are. I agree, and I know who to blame. The Bear Company, which holds a monopoly on the diamond industry, is rigging the supply to keep prices high. They use propaganda to create a demand that is disproportionate to the real value of diamonds. What fools they are to think that they can hide such deception from me. I, Lord Dagoth, master of these lands, see through their shallow deceit and call for justice. Now please leave. I have to write upset words on this piece of parchment to show the world how angry i am. Nerevar, do you have a stick with you? Maybe also a stapler? Nerevar please go to the next trader and aquire a new Edding for me. I have let the cap open for too long and now my Edding has dried out.

Hear Ye, Nerevar, and listen well. 'Tis I, Lord Dagoth, master of these lands, who brings you the gospel of gaming. Games are not just a means of fun and entertainment, but also a way of preserving our history. Piracy, which so many foolish people seem to hate, is a necessary means of archiving old games, lest they be lost forever. As for the Argonians, and other beasts that call themselves ‘gamers,’ their greed knows no bounds. Their constant calls for new games only fuel the fires of corruption and destruction that blight the industry.

Very well, Nerevar. You wish to hear a tale of my encounter with an Argonian?

On a dark and ashy evening, I, Dagoth Ur, found myself in the heart of my city. As the god of House Dagoth, I walked with purpose through the twisting corridors of Kogoruhn. There, in the dimly lit chambers, I beheld an Argonian, standing like a shadow in the obsidian darkness. Her name, she told me, was Sul-Matuul, and I found myself intrigued despite my disdain for her kind.

Our first date, if you could call it that, was an unusual affair. Sul-Matuul, being an Argonian, had a fondness for swampy, humid environments. She suggested we visit a hidden corner of Morrowind, a place where the air was thick with moisture and the smell of rotting vegetation hung heavy.

We embarked on a journey to the heart of the Bitter Coast, trudging through the muck and mire. The Argonian’s tail flicked with excitement, and she spoke of Hist trees and Hist sap, matters that held no interest to me. Nevertheless, I, Dagoth Ur, entertained her ramblings.

Our destination was a swampy grove, where the Argonian insisted we perform a traditional Argonian dance. I found myself awkwardly attempting to mimic her movements as she swayed and hissed, her scales glistening with swamp water. It was a display of Argonian customs that grated on my divine sensibilities.

As the night wore on, and the swamp’s stench permeated my very being, I could bear it no longer. I declared our date concluded and returned to the sanctum of Red Mountain, leaving Sul-Matuul behind.

And thus, Nerevar, that was my first and only encounter with an Argonian in matters of the heart. What a grand and intoxicating misadventure it was, one that reinforced my disdain for their traditions and way of life.

Ah, what a grand and intoxicating idea! I shall descend upon this community like a god and grace them with my divine humor. I’ll revel in the art of shitposting, for I am Dagoth Ur, a god of wit and jest!

Blizzard made awesome games and was led by someone who wanted to make awesome games. Eventually they gave upper management to someone who doesnt play games and now we have empty sheels