Posts from Sacred Haven of Debauchery Auto-translated

An old man sat at a crossroads on New Year's Eve with an axe in his hand, staring intently at its blade. Then the trolls came and began to talk to him, offering him all sorts of things: gold, treasures, expensive clothes, and delicacies – until one of them offered him lard. Then the poor old man said:

“I won’t refuse the lard!” – after which he went mad.

Edward, in short, the story was as follows. In Iceland, there lived two very good people: One was Gunnar – a super cool warrior, a great hero, a noble man. The other was Njall – a man of rare intelligence, a connoisseur of laws. They were friends.

But their wives didn't get along at all.

And they started inciting their people against each other. As a result, Njall was burned alive along with his house, and Gunnar was declared an outlaw, but he didn't leave the island. And during the decisive battle, he fights off enemies with a bow, the string breaks, and he asks his wife to give him hair to make a new string, but the wife remembers the slap he gave her at the very beginning of the saga, sixty-five pages ago, and tells him to go away. And Gunnar dies.

In short, it's all the fault of nasty women, but think twice, Viking, before you slap them, or you might find yourself without a bowstring at the wrong moment.

Where did this come from? It's actually quite interesting.

Where did this come from? I'm actually curious.

Something on the level of an expedition.

is trying to be friends with me.

Doesn't anyone else think that Nebos is communicating a bit too much? Yesterday (or today???!!!) I was talking to someone in my dream. Maybe even a woman. I almost died at night (or during the day) from stress.

Hmm... Hmm... Hmm-hmm-hmm...🤔🤔🤔

Doesn't it seem to anyone that Nebos is COMMUNICATING a bit too much? Yesterday (today???!!!)) I communicated with someone in my sleep. Possibly, even with a w*man. Almost died at night (=during the day) from stress.