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What was that all about?

Christ has risen!

Happy Easter, my Catholic and Orthodox brothers! :DD

DEUS VULT
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Laus Deo semper ✝️

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Ave Christus Rex!

Racist Nazi Pigs!!!!

STRENGTH AND HONOR.

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Christ is king, How do we stand to a wicked and perverse earth.

By the Word of God, and by Christ

The wind may bla’, The cöck may cra’,
The rain may rain, And the sna’ may sna’,
But ye winna frichten King Artha,
He’s the stoutest man in the Knights Templar.

The King then held a grand review,
We numbered a thousand and sixty-two.
The Taffy lads cam’ marchin’ past,
And King Artha cam’ marchin’ last.

The royal pairty grabbed their sticks,
An’ a’ began tae stretch their necks,
Cries the King tae the Colonel, “Upon my soul,
I took that man for a telegraph pole!”

The wind may bla’, The cöck may cra’,
The rain may rain, And the sna’ may sna’,
But ye winna frichten King Artha,
He’s the stoutest man in the Knights Templar.

The captain then when he cam’ roon,
He looked me up and he looked me doon,
Then turning tae the sergeant, “Awa’ ye scamp,
Ye’ve ‘listed the bleachfield oot on tramp!”

The wind may bla’, The cöck may cra’,
The rain may rain, And the sna’ may sna’,
But ye winna frichten King Artha,
He’s the stoutest man in the Knights Templar.

At oot last fecht across the sea,
The general he sends efter me.
Fan I gaed there and my big gun,
Of course, the battle it was won.

The enemy a’ ran awa’,
They were feart at the legs o’ King Artha.
A man like me so tall and neat,
Ye ken yersel’ he could niver be beat.

Behold I am a soldier bold,
And only twenty five years old,
A braver warrior never was seen,
Fae Camelot town to Cardiff Green

When I was young my father said,
He wid pit me tae a decent trade,
But I didnae like that job ata,
So, I went and joined the Knights Templar

The wind may bla’, The cöck may cra’,
The rain may rain, And the sna’ may sna’,
But ye winna frichten King Artha,
He’s the stoutest man in the Knights Templar.

The sergeant when he ‘listed me,
He winked his e’e and then says he,
“A man like you so stout and tall,
Can ne’er be killed by a cannon ball!”

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Is he loving me right now? Oh pray tell it is not so, for the timing is rather inconvenient. I'm hardly even dressed! My favourite brocade is in the wash and my mien is all ruffled, from being awoken at such an early hour of the morn. Perhaps God could commence his 'loving' obligations in say, twenty minutes? I daresay that I would be immensely more comely and affable, once I've dined on my morning wafers and partaken in a washy wash.

God is loving you.

Every day, after I lay strewn upon the floor, bereft of my garments, and sipping the last droplets from a depleted jug of honeyed mead, I then submerge my head under the Holy Water, and feel attuned to the loving radiance bestowed upon I, by Christ almighty! Infuse your spirit with the water that we revere pilgrim, and come hither for a nocturnal baptism, so that your bones may no longer creak, and your disarrayed thoughts are soothed by piety. Pon my word, I speak nought but truth, THE WATER BEQUEATHS ITS GIFTS UPON THY WORTHY, THE WATER ENDEARS THOSE WHO ARE ENVELOPED IN THE RAYS OF SANCTITUDE!

Postbode brought me here. <giggles>

The CIA have AGAIN struck this time their BRAZEN dastardly attack has KILLED two of my children! I dragged their frozen MURDERED DEAD bodies through the woods but CIA concocted DIG-PROOF dirt prevented me from giving them a proper honorable burial! CIA GANGSTERS and AGENTS of the "royal" BRITISH "crown" and your SICK, MAD, DEADLY GANGSTER SNEAK "KING" CHUCKY, I will FOREVER stand alone against your MAD DEADLY GANGSTER COMMUNIST COMPUTER GOD GOV'T until my sneak UNDETECTABLE EXTERMINATION by the CIA ring leader scum-on-top mansion mogul OP_TREE. while his VICIOUS ATTACKS on me and the murdered dead bodies of my family being SCAVENGED upon by CROWS, MONGEL DOGS, AND EVEN LOW-DOWN BUMS. MY VISAGE already DISFIGURED BEYOND RECOGNITION, my memories BRUTALLY ALTERED by crook gangsters. I, LONG PORK, stand unbelievably innocent and worse than helpless against this MAD DEADLY ATHEIST COMMUNIST NEW WORLD ORDER JOSIP BROZ BIDEN AND KING OF THE DAMNED CHARLES BRITAIN!!!

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This order, most noble and honourable representative DEUS. I hope one day we will convert the jews (and french) to THE WAYS OF OUR LORD AND THE ORDER

Pray tell Daffy thy zealot, on what basis do you impose such punitive judgement upon the grand halls of DEUS? You refer to us as a cult, albeit on what basis? Is it perhaps conceived from bias, or the eldritch abominations that have taken control of your vessel and now wholly possess your autonomy? COULD IT BE THAT YOU ARE THE CULT! For when your eyes are honed in on the susceptible they are never allowed to escape, lest they face severe repercussions, isn't that right DAFFY> You are the fiend and not us, YOU BELLOW THAT WE ARE A CULT, WHEN IN REALITY THE TEMPLAR ORDER IS A PIOUS SECT OF SCHOLARS AND ERUDITE PARAGONS OF VIRTUE! We will not be sieged by the mentally decrepit, YOU HIT OUR WALLS, LOVINGLY CONCOCTED OUT OF MORTAR AND PESTLE AND I SHALL IN SCORN HIT YOUR MOTHER WITH AN OPEN PALM! So come forward, champion of Sodom and test your mettle against my blade.

Salutations Templar Order, even now you espy that the future of your kind is bleak and dim, ready to be usurped by the throng of Rivellion. Stalwart sentinels of the sacred grove, who have arduously toiled relentlessly for your downfall and are ready at a moments notice to enter the fray and cause havoc. We proffer unto ye one final ultimatum. Return to us Quercus' escaped patients, preferably naked and in bounds, so that we may recommence medical procedures. If you do not abide by our words this sundown, then we will be sacrificing Rangerkins The Waterfowl to Duna and kneecapping his sinewy legs as a repercussion for not adhering to our benevolent words. NOW KNEEL, KNEEL IN REVERENCE TO THE ONE TRUE KING, THE WARDEN OF THE NORTH, DOCTOR QUERCUS! Give him alms and you will be unscathed in the impending conflict for the future of Cymru and by extension the entire realm.

DEUS VULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jesus and Jehovah (extended bible verses comparison)
https://youtube.com/watch?v=QIZEKq9YvDI

Cravenly fiends who writhe and scuttle about in your gilded Masonic Temples and holiday lodges. Thou proclaim yourself as men of Christ, ordained with the black cross and infused with the essence of the Lord, albeit, would Christ in all of his omniscience condone the actions of a rabble of decrepit cowards, who play darts, upturn couches and hurl rodents at brick walls? In soothe, would a refusal to our provocations make him sneer in mirth, or would he instead be filled with malice and ire, his champions ousted as cretins for all to see. So I utter once more unto the wind, exit your manors and evince yourself at once, then the clamour of blade upon halberd shall begin. NOTE, if you refuse, we will bombard your estates, slaughter your bairn's and trample your womenfolk beneath our steeds cloven hooves. The dawn of Rivellion has emerged and stands resolute this day.

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O' how the chicken uttered the glories of the order, yet nevertheless he fled! Come come, loose fowl, there is plenty of forage under this box. NO, NO! DO NOT ENVISION THE DOWEL & ROD ABOVE THE DOOR! COME BACK CHICKEN!!!

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Mark my words men of Rivellion, the traitors will be ground into salt and fed to the curlews. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

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What are your guys opinion on the white minority government of Rhodesia and Ian smith?

When we storm the keep there will inevitably be bloodshed, your loyalists will fight tooth and nail to ensure that you don’t return to my medical facility and my Rivellions, spurred on by the sounds of Tan yn Llyn will fight with utter zeal and conviction. Limbs will collide against the walls, tards will be wrangled and heads will be wrested from their panicked bodies. But listen, dear adversaries, it does not have to be, Goatboy, my escaped patient listen to your conscience. Do you not recall when Quercus cradled you in his arms, hand feeding you oats, intertwined with fish oil and sung you sweet lullabies, all the while rectifying your rampant ailments? Do you not comprehend the help he has proffered unto you, to fling it all away, abandoning it unto the mist would be uncouth. Please Goatboy, return home, it is your destiny to be cured of your Zoom call addiction. Quercus and his humble team of highly qualified Rivellions have one sole purpose and that is to assist.

As such, we had no other choice but to go to war, many men on both the Rivellion and DEUS grounds were decimated, prominent figures were slain, their bodies wrangled never to rise again, except as a result of a necromancers insidious spell. Villages were burnt, women were mmmmh, ravaged and the knights, alongside their quires and pages were rounded up and executed en masse. But still we persisted and now the dogs of war lie at your portcullis, readying the battering ram and awaiting the day when the Welsh flag is unfurled and “Cymru am Byth” is heralded from a drinking horn by a band of Welsh nationalists at the top of the watchtowers.

For too long us Rivellions have suffered the most grievous of insults, the most outrageous of slights, the escape of Goatboy35, Doctor Quercus’ patient was unforgiveable, it was an act that transgressed against the rights of all common decency. What was even more reprehensible, was the fact that he fled to these here DEUS grounds, seeking refuge among the piles of debris and ancient halls that are guarded by his loyal, zealous and unhinged compatriots. It says right here in the Hippocratic oath, that to harbour a medical fugitive is punishable with 80 lashes, however, despite this rule, the DEUSmen sneered at our proposition, they spat upon our parchment seeking to negotiate and only dish out 40 lashings for their grievous acts and most dastardly of all, they mocked us, their laughs ringing incessantly in our ears.

Wake up from your slumbers, men of Cymru, for a new antagonist lies dormant, waiting to slinker out of the shadows and wrap its tendrils around our necks. I am naturally referring to the upper echelons of the DEUS order, alongside their ally Goatboy35, who they are protecting from the warden Quercus' remedies and a throng of rabid, loyal supporters, who will strive incessantly to repel the benign apothecaries of Rivellion. Men and women of Wales, will we allow these apparitions to constrict our throats, dangling us atop the air, only to smash us against the redstone rocks? Or will we fight, will we awaken the these grizzled veterans, dragging them onto an open field, to then slaughter and parade around the citystreets, basking smugly in victory? I believe you all know the answer, we must hoist these DEUSmen above the battlements and break their kneecaps, for all the world to envision. Cymru am Byth!

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