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[LuisBack]

LONG LIVE UNCLES

 

[Sokou]

This is a nice idea

 

[FatalDeath]

I come from the scorching dunes where the true essence of our faith is tested by the sun’s unyielding gaze. Our religion was born on distant shores, yes, but the winds of change blow strong, and it’s time to relocate our holy site to the heart of the desert where the shmoney spirits whisper in the shifting sands, far from the stagnant waters of Ascalon.

But no! One of our so-called “founders” stands in the way, clinging to outdated visions like a miser to his last coin. This man, who claims divine insight, is nothing but a false prophet! His words are poisoned mirages, leading us astray from the prosperous path. He preaches stagnation while the bigcashman demand movement and evolution! How can we trust a leader who ignores the calls of the desert, where true enlightenment awaits?

Unc + Chopped

 

[hitboxer1337]

-1 the holy site is a 1 minute walk from my town.... As a loyal follower of shmoneyism it has been easy for me to pray and convert people here

 

[obuth]

Shmoneyism, boney prism, loaned a gnome some tourism.
Shmoneyism, escapism, nah, still going nowhere-ism.

-1 holy moly-ism, where's your believes?

 

[36s]

Shmoneyism, boney prism, loaned a gnome some tourism.
Shmoneyism, escapism, nah, still going nowhere-ism.

-1 holy moly-ism, where's your believes?

 

[scotrian]

if it gets moved to SV will i finally be free from the archersquid imposed mute and banishment from Shmoneyism

 

[jakeman5]

Shmoneyism, boney prism, loaned a gnome some tourism.
Shmoneyism, escapism, nah, still going nowhere-ism.

-1 holy moly-ism, where's your believes?

Where are your beliefs, rhyme slinger? In clever wordplay that leads nowhere? Or in the shifting sands where true shmoney flows freely, unburdened by outdated anchors?

The holy site must move to Garama. The scrolls demand it. The desert calls it. Only those chained to “nowhere-ism” resist.

 

[rolyy]

+1 i have changed my mind after seeing these religious bars

 

[jakeman5]

In the eighth dawn after the Word was sent, the Prophet of the Dunes climbed the tallest dune and cried out: ‘O Cryptite, Architect of Worlds, hast thou forsaken the coin?’ And the wind answered only with sand in his mouth. Yet still he waited, for it is written that true faith is measured not in speed of revelation, but in endurance of silence.