Author Topic: TRUE SONS OF BLOCKLAND, I CALL UPON THEE  (Read 1182 times)




Look on brothers, see the cowardice in the eyes of the milk drinker.

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The Chad Republi will rise again and kill vikings
Art thou Man? Or art thou Simp. Answer thy question knave, for the inquiry may set your motives right.

You will never kill me. You're barely worthy to walk in my shadow.



My brothers... I come to thee with a request for aid. HDT-SMP Physics be lagging mine game... Any advice for a fellow nord?

The Chad Republi will rise again and kill vikings


No one is a total fool if he knows when to hold his tongue.



Look on brothers, see the cowardice in the eyes of the milk drinker.

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Gaze upon the visage of the coward,
the weakling too consumed by desires of
the flesh to ever enter the hall.


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My brothers... I come to thee with a request for aid. HDT-SMP Physics be lagging mine game... Any advice for a fellow nord?

Brother, thou should know not to bother with SMP on any character other than the player. SMP is notoriously bad for performance, and if thou haven't already, make sure within hdtPhysiclovetensions.ini you have allocated the proper amount of CPU cores in ye "[Simulator] numThreads = "branch.

BROTHERS,
 I can not see. What is thou witnessing?

Brother, thou should know not to bother with SMP on any character other than the player. SMP is notoriously bad for performance, and if thou haven't already, make sure within hdtPhysiclovetensions.ini you have allocated the proper amount of CPU cores in ye "[Simulator] numThreads = "branch.


By Odin, 144 rows per oar is finally within mine grasp...

BROTHERS,
 I can not see. What is thou witnessing?


I see the people of blockland... wayward in their ways... hopelessly lost. I will guide them to Asgard


The pathetic weakling speaks under his breath in
the depths of Hel where they think I do not listen.
But by the eye of Odin... I see all.

Rats run to their superiors to turn in their brothers,
hoping for an inkling of respect. Lo' my brothers...
it is even worse than simping.

You will never reach the hall of Asgard.