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We are but maggots, writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the stars!
But you were once man! Aye! And as man, you said, "Let me show you the power of Talos Stormcrown, born of the North, where my breath is long winter. I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, Red Legions, for I love you."
Aye, love. Love! Even as man, great Talos cherished us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of Skyrim! The future of Tamriel!
The very idea is inconceivable to our Elven overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With man? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on earth!
Today, they take away your faith. But what of tomorrow? What then? Do the elves take your homes? Your businesses? Your children? Your very lives?
And what does the Empire do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The Imperial machine enforces the will of the Thalmor! Against its own people!
For we are the children of man! And we shall inherit both the heavens and the earth! And we, not the Elves or their toadies, will rule Skyrim! Forever!
Terrible and powerful Talos! We, your unworthy servants, give praise! For only through your grace and benevolence may we truly reach enlightenment!
And deserve our praise you do, for we are one! Ere you ascended and the Eight became Nine, you walked among us, great Talos, not as god, but as man!
Trust in me, Whiterun! Trust in Heimskr! For I am the chosen of Talos! I alone have been anointed by the Ninth to spread his holy word!
it disgusted 😷😂 me. I 👁 craved 🙇♀️ the strength 👊 and certainty 😏 of
steel ✈. I 👁 aspired to the purity 😩 of the blessed 🙏✨ machine 📠. Your 👉
kind 🙁 cling 💪🙌 to your 👈 flesh 🏄 as if it will not decay 👌 and fail 😫🚫❌ you 👈.
One 😤😂 day 🌞🐫 the crude 👺 biomass 🤓 that you 👈 call ☎📞 a temple 🕌🕋 will
wither 🍃 and you'll beg 😩👀💬 my kind 🙁 to save 💾 you 👈. But 🍑 I 👁 am already 👋
saved 🙏🙌. For the machine 📠 is immortal 🚫💀.