TES pasta

A primitive Imperial man Cyrodiil battlemage was teaching a class on Talos, known mortal.
”Before the class begins, you must get on your knees and worship Talos and accept that he was the most highly-evolved being the world has ever known, even greater than Auri-El!”
At this moment, a brave, patriotic, genius Aldmeri Dominion Altmer champion who had served 1500 years of duty and understood the necessity of war and fully supported all military decision made by the Thalmor stood up and held up a soulgem.
”What's in this rock, pinhead?”
The arrogant battlemage smirked quite Akaviri and smugly replied “The soul of an animal, you stupid elf.”
”Wrong. It’s the soul of a Blades agent captured in battle. If men are beings above animals and Talos, as you say, is real… then it should be a black soulstone.”
The battlemage was visibly shaken, and dropped his staff and copy of the Lusty Argonian Maid. He stormed out of the room crying those human crocodile tears. The same tears humans cry for the “empire” (which today lives in such luxury that they got to keep eight of their gods) when they jealously try to claw justly earned glory from the deserving et'Ada. There is no doubt that at this point our battlemage, Crassus Curio, wished he had pulled himself up by his fur hat and become more than a useless Imperial shill. He wished so much that he had a Mysticism spell to kill himself from embarrassment, but he himself had petitioned against them!
The students applauded and all bowed to Alinor that day and accepted Auri-El as their lord and savior. An armour named “KINMUNE” flew into the room and perched atop the Altmeri Flag and shed a tear on the staves. The Anuad was read several times, and Hidellith himself showed up and killed Lorkhan, ascending elves to et'Ada across the country.
The mage lost his priory and was fired the next day. He died of the man plague Knahaten flu and was tossed into the Dreamsleeve for all eternity.
p.s. close the towers


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AKAVIR FOR THE BEASTFOLK, YOKUDA FOR THE HUMANS, TAMRIEL FOR EVERYBODY!
Everybody says there is this RACE problem. Everybody says this RACE problem will be solved when the man world pours into EVERY mer country and ONLY into mer countries.

Resdayn and Alinor are just as crowded as Tang Mo or Ka Po' Tun, but nobody says Tang Mo or Ka Po' Tun will solve this RACE problem by bringing in millions of men and quote assimilating unquote with them.

Everybody says the final solution to this RACE problem is for EVERY mer country and ONLY mer countries to “assimilate,” i.e., intermarry, with all those men.

What if I said there was this RACE problem and this RACE problem would be solved only if hundreds of millions of mer were brought into EVERY human country and ONLY into human countries?

How long would it take anyone to realize I’m not talking about a RACE problem. I am talking about the final solution to the MEN problem?

And how long would it take any sane Imperial man to notice this and what kind of psycho Imperial man wouldn’t object to this?

But if I tell that obvious truth about the ongoing program of genocide against my kin, the Aldmer, the Empire and associated clint peoples agree that I am a thalmorwhowantstokillsixmilliontalos.

They say they are anti-racist. What they are is anti-mer.

Anti-racist is a code word for anti-mer.

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>he's a god
>on the mundus
>on a memospore imageboard
>he does it for CHIM
>he takes his "godhood" very seriously
>he does it because it is the only amount of CHIM & padomaic nature he will ever have in his pathetic life
>he kills hortators he doesn't like because whenever he gets upset he has an asthma attack
>he kills hortators he doesn't like because they interfere with the large backlog of daedric prince muatra he still has to bite
>he will never have a real faith
>he will never amaranth out of his parent's kalpa
>he will never be at a healthy skintone
>he will never know how to cook anything besides a nerevar
>he will never have a loyal daedric princess to court
>he will never have any real companions