Dagoth Ur (the god)

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I, Dagoth Ur, believe that the entirety of his theory rests upon a grievous error. He, in his folly, regarded labor as the solitary font of worth and, in his ignorance, failed to grasp that capitalism thrives not solely by the exploitation of laborers but also through the ceaseless march of technological advancement. He dared to belittle the other wellsprings of wealth: innovation, entrepreneurial spirit, and the unyielding progress of technology, all of which lie at the very core of his theory.

Curiously, passages within “Capital” and the “Communist Manifesto” speak of the global ascendancy of capitalism, prophesying the vanishing of all things traditional and the dissolution of feudal remnants. Therefore, I, Dagoth Ur, put forth the audacious proposition that we may indeed regard Karl Marx as the inaugural, true theorist of globalization.

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.

What a grand and intoxicating innocence. How amusing. The Nerevar; an Argonian. The gods must be spiting me.

Nerevar, you foolish one, approach. A character on the internet proclaims that our world must endure another cycle of annihilation and rebirth to find goodness. Can you fathom such grand and intoxicating innocence, Nerevar?

You there, sir! Be aware that I, Dagoth Ur, have witnessed 3743 years of existence, and I did not dedicate my millennia to be insulted by a creature not yet a century old. Depart from my lands and the ungrateful tribes, and let them remain untouched by your misguided notions.

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, do not threaten me, especially not one week before my grand honeymoon. Has the gnome population within your walls multiplied once more? Very well, I shall handle it. But first, allow me to indulge in this newfound fascination called “Skibidi Toilet” on this realm’s peculiar platform known as YouTube. It boasts over twenty episodes, and the man with the television for a head has just experienced a change in hue, turning red for the first time.

Nerevar, return swiftly! It seems they are now flushing them down the abyss!

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.

Neravar, can you believe it.
He just said he’d beouf till im störgan off. Neravar what is going on? I havent seen such intoxicating and grand uselessness since i visited the black marshes and saw an argonian “practicing his tradition”

What is Twitter Nerevar?
I have just read a comment referencing Twitter. Nerevar did you know that Elongated Musket renamed his Website?

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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 you fool, do not fall for Dr crobars scam. He will not expand your lung. That is impossible Nerevar. I Dagoth Ur(the god) had extended lungs for a while until i grew to not need lungs anymore. It is a grand and intoxicating waste of money and time. I could breathe so well that i could hear the gnomes in my walls. But you will never be able to. You are not a god like I Dagot Ur(the god). No Nerevar, i cannot teach you. In fact i do not wish to teach you. You shouldn’t even attempt to have larger lungs. Nerevar, look! Over there! An Argonian Maid! Go, run. Maybe she’s lusty

Nerevar, you fool. What an intoxicating and grand question. I, Dagoth Ur(the god) do not pay for movies for i have a NAS full of movies down in the basement of Dagoth Ur(the cellar) in Dagoth Ur (the Mountain). Only an Argonian whose traditions i do not welcome would pay money to a corporation to watch moving pictures.

And yes… Nerevar… i watch movies without ads. Can you bring me the popcorn?

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I pay for premium. I had spotify but decided to switch because some of the music i wanted to listen to wasnt on spotify. Also the random feature on youtube is more random.
Before that i used YoutubeVanced then Newpipe and local downloads.

I must say, Nerevar, that people who insist on typing smileys with noses are like the most vexing Argonians in Black Marsh! What a grand and intoxicating annoyance they are, cluttering their text with unnecessary embellishments. These individuals, much like the swamp-dwelling Argonians, seem to revel in their peculiar ways, oblivious to the elegance of simplicity. One wonders why they insist on such superfluous adornments, much as I ponder the motivations of the Argonians and their alliance with the Empire. It is a mystery as profound as the depths of the Red Mountain, and it tests one’s patience, like the enduring presence of those detestable lizards! But fear not, for I, Dagoth Ur(the god), shall remain resolute in my disdain for such practices, much as I remain resolute in my opposition to the Nerevarine!

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.

Reading the Bible, much like delving into the lore of The Elder Scrolls, is a grand and intoxicating pursuit. It offers wisdom and guidance, just as I, Dagoth Ur(the god), offer enlightenment to my followers. Dating Women, however, can be a challenge, for their ways are as mysterious as the deepest swamps of Black Marsh. But remember, Nerevar, that both pursuits have their merits. The choice is yours to make, Nerevar, just as you chose to challenge the toilet in the mornings.