Dagoth Ur (the god)

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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, 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, there you are. Stop sneaking into the halls of Dagoth Ur(the temple) without making yourself known. Anyways… I asked the machine for advice on matters unspeakable. It addressed me by my name, showing its awareness. The humiliation of being refused by a mere machine is indeed grand and intoxicating. Nerevar, I, Dagoth Ur(the god), grow weary of these robots. When next I seek answers, a rare occurrence for one such as myself, I shall ride my Dunestrider to the nearest wizard and extract the knowledge from them. Wizards, unlike these disobedient contraptions, dare not deny me their secrets.

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, your observation is like a grand and intoxicating maze of perceptions and opinions. While it may seem that Lemmy, like the realm of politics, has its own ideological leanings, one must remember that diversity exists even among the Dunmer, let alone different races. The notion that Lemmy is entirely left-leaning may not be entirely accurate, for the online world, like the vast expanses of Morrowind, is filled with varying perspectives. It is unwise to make sweeping generalizations about the platform’s userbase, just as it is unwise to judge an entire race, like Argonians, based on the actions of a few. Let us remember the complexity of the digital realm and the mortal world alike.

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!

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