running low on bronze, which city should i sack 🤔?
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Remaining time: 2 days 13 hours
👤 ugarits-finest-merchant-deactivated11770102
man, fuck you guys
#y'all hear anything? #...must've been the wind
🔁 wenamun-of-waset
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cities these days just don’t respect the will of Amun like they used to… back in the days of Pharaoh people used to ACTUALLY pay the gods some respect!!
🌲 byblosiophile
for the last time, we are not giving you free lumber
☀️ wenamun-of-waset
but i hauveb no money 🥺
#i only wish to carry out the will of amun :( #its not my fault i was robbed in a tjeker town :(
🔁 uhhaziti-up-top
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I am a widowed and marriageable Queen 👸!! I am looking for a prince 👑 that’s ready to be tamed like a wild beast 🐺 tamed to be a pet 🐶 and never look back on the past life…
👤 4thbestprinceofhatti-deactivated1324051
o shit fr?
🛡️ uhhaziti-up-top
they fuckin got his ass LMAO
#yet another L from the land of hatti #bet egypt gave him plague too
🔁 kaškan-nicely-here
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at the store 🤪 anyone want anything?
⚔️ you-wanna-piyame
mmm get me some of that sweet sweet iron 🤤
🌞 the-great-king-of-hatti
whgat the fuck. is that my house???
🐎 kaškan-nicely-here
move your feet, lose your seat 😌❤️
#not our fault you went to invade syria again lol #no takebacksies
🔁 littletirynthianpig
⚒️ alashiyanbronzeboiler
boat :)
#alashiya please lock in... my city is running out of bronze :(
🔁 eteocretan-eccentric
👤 cretan-cowboy-deactivated1450082
who up leapin they bulls
⛰️eteocretan-eccentric
never forget what the ahhiyawa took from us 😖
#they even stole our perfectly good syllabary
🔁 littletirynthianpig
🐷 littletirynthianpig
was anyone going to tell me there was more land to the west or was i supposed to just sail out there myself
🐷 littletirynthianpig
anyways look at my little hesperian piggy!!! #mylittlepiggy
#kind of a hassle to get him here but oh well #all in the name of major street cred
🔁 alashiyanbronzeboiler
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starting to think this whole syllabary thing is a scam, we should ◊◊◠◡◉◡◠◊◊
🚣 lukka-this-boat
so true! i think △▼△▼◎▼△▼△
⚒️ alashiyanbronzeboiler
#mom come pick me up the aegean is actin weird again
🔁 wenamun-of-waset
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can everyone quit harassing tjeker posters on here over that egyptian guy whining about the “will of amun”… OP literally stole 30 deben from us last week 🙄
☀️ wenamun-of-waset
no + its all in your head + all further communications must go thru my lawyer (the beautiful cypriot hostess who has granted me safe harbor)
#gods forbid a man carry out the will of amun-re #smh
🔁 sherden-my-herden
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“oh no, the sea peoples are taking all our stuff!!” weak shit. the solution is simple: if you can’t beat em, join em. take to the sea ❤️
🌲 byblosiophile
instructions unclear, i am now in carthage
⛵️sherden-my-herden
what the fuck is a carthage
#is that some sort of new plague? do you have a salt deficiency
⚒️ alashiyanbronzeboiler
hey everyone, i’m here to announce that bronze ingot commissions are now CLOSED. i was dicking around in my forge the other day and found something way cooler & cheaper. more to come soon!!!
Okay so Victorian erotica is literally the most heinous, morally bankrupt, horrific shit I've ever read - but I've read a fair bit, partly from historical interest but also because a while back I helped a friend with a university project she was doing about censorship and pornography in 19th century England.
Anyway I need to share with you all the most hilarious line that has ever been written, circa 1887:
I feel like this excerpt is significantly enhanced by knowing that the novel in question is a first-person narrative written from the perspective of an inexplicably sapient flea who lives on Bella's body, and that's why the third priest's penis is described in this way: from the narrator's perspective it literally blots out the sky.
the only thing i miss about g1 monster high that i wish they kept in g3 monster high is that in g1 lagoona called someone a cunt and got in trouble for it.
really galling amount of people misinterpreting this post so i'd like to clarify. i'm saying that when discussions about patriarchal beauty standards and the way women are heavily shamed and coerced into eschewing their own natural state of being (hairy) are occurring, it is unhelpful (AT BEST) to interrupt and say that the reason YOU remove the hair from your body is because of sensory issues. that's not what we're talking about. stop asking for validation for doing something that society at large wants you to do. stop derailing the conversation because you feel uncomfortable about being made aware that you, for whatever reason it is, adhere to harmful, unfair and ridiculous beauty standards. you're stepping into the middle of an important conversation that needs to be had and making it all about you. shut the fuck up forever.
also quite frankly i think a lot less people would experience sensory issues if they let their hair grow out so that it isn't bristly and rough and irritating. and i cannot help but wonder why these sensory issues aren't as predominant in men. maybe you're uncomfortable with the hair on your body because you've been taught to be uncomfortable with it. just a thought.
Today the kids wanted to play Takeaway. I don’t mind playing Takeaway, because I can usually do something else with my hands. My role is to place an order on my pretend phone, and receive it from the delivery driver. I’m quite good at Takeaway.
Bear, aged 8, was the leader of this particularly chaotic takeaway. I overheard them pretending to phone another customer - customer order 125 - and explaining that their delivery would be delayed by approximately fifteen minutes due to a “rockslide.”
“Hey, wait a minute, what was that?” I asked.
“Are you order number 125?”
“No, I’m order number 165.”
Bear said severely, “we don’t give information about other people’s orders.”
“That’s very professional,” I said, “but what was that about a rockslide?”
Bear said, “that’s not your order.”
“Sorry,” i said, justly chastened. “Was it a big rockslide? Is it on the news?”
“If you need information about your order, you will get it.”
My pretend phone then pretend rang, so I had to answer it. It was the takeaway.
“Number 165? Your order will be delayed by five minutes.”
“Oh,” I said, “why?”
“Because that’s the time it takes us answering all your stupid questions.”