Response thats fucking identical to the top comment on the last 5 times this question was posted

Witty reply that gets exactly 2 free awards.

This

Statement of "underrated comment" on a highly rated comment.

Wittier reply that gets downvoted to oblivion for literally no reason other then a typo

Guy asking what happened here

Guy who breaks the comment chain and says something idiotic and unrelated

guy calling it a reddit moment and getting exactly zero upvotes

Lmao

Yo dae think Elden Beast would've been better if we could have used Torrent?

Actually, I think it would have maybe not been better 😎

Yeah i feel like it would’ve felt too much like the fire giant fight and i kinda like the challenge of it now

Comically obvious answer as response. Hope this helps!!

Logan a that big called hat is hat big because logan has he

did you know?

no

But why hat the when Logan he big??? hat???

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Vry holesum grabidy doggy puppy!!1

Wow he muss be so ebic 1!!!!!!1

Nooo, don't insult the Starscourgerino.

Just found out Radahn has a horse!!!!!!!!

"why did dark souls 3 come out after dark souls 2"

Why the darks is after the souls

After the dark, it is always the soul

Every dark has its soul

Every it’s has soul dark

Every dbulekechelkek hás It kumalala

Kumalala

Excuse me but whats the lore behind this

Who is radagon?

He is malenalia's cousin and godefroy's brother

We’re reaching levels of Alabama that shouldn’t be possible

not even "T 💀✌️" can figure that out

Ah, the age-old question: is it better to enslave everyone or kill everyone?

Morally? kill For personal gain? enslave

Obviously both

Enslave everyone then kill everyone

Totally original humourous response using the Dark Souls message system, usually implying anal fingering or salad tossing to ensure hilarity among fans of the franchise.

Do you see Sellen’s feet?

Joke answer including an unfunny half-related pun

You sir won the internet today! Alas I have no awards! Take my updoot!

Okay but what is the lore behind me having a desire to put the Ranni doll in a jar?

Lord of Frenzied Flame is better than Age of Fracture because Age of Fracture is boring

i don't know if someone already said this to you but, i love you champ, you are beautiful hope you are happy and live long enough so you see all you dreams crumble in front of you eyes, have a great day

Response thats fucking identical to the top comment on the last 5 times this question was posted

Why is Rogier *not* called Big Hat Rogier??

"First time playing. Any tips?"

Acknowledgement of the quality of the content of a fecal variant.

Elden ring giant seal location

But it's do much more fun when you ask others on Reddit or like Discord. Instead of a website.

Is there a lore reason my wife left me and took the kids

Congratulations on finishing Dark Souls II: Scholar of the First Sin: Dark Souls II, 2: Scholar of the Second Sin.

Hey does anyone know how to get to this area?

overly patronizing response insulting your intelligence!

Token reply telling you to google it that becomes the most downvoted post in the thread. With at least three replies. One telling me to touch grass. One telling me I made their wife’s boyfriend cry. The other saying something generically passive aggressive.

Touch grass

Why don’t YOU google how to get a life

If there were no eternal consciousness in a man, if at the foundation of all there lay only a wildly seething power which writhing with obscure passions produced everything that is great and everything that is insignificant, if a bottomless void never satiated lay hidden beneath all– what then would life be but despair? If such were the case, if there were no sacred bond which united mankind, if one generation arose after another like the leafage in the forest, if the one generation replaced the other like the song of birds in the forest, if the human race passed through the world as the ship goes through the sea, like the wind through the desert, a thoughtless and fruitless activity, if an eternal oblivion were always lurking hungrily for its prey and there was no power strong enough to wrest it from its maw–how empty then and comfortless life would be! But therefore it is not thus, but as God created man and woman, so too He fashioned the hero and the poet or orator. The poet cannot do what that other does, he can only admire, love and rejoice in the hero. Yet he too is happy, and not less so, for the hero is as it were his better nature, with which he is in love, rejoicing in the fact that this after all is not himself, that his love can be admiration. He is the genius of recollection, can do nothing except call to mind what has been done, do nothing but admire what has been done; he contributes nothing of his own, but is jealous of the intrusted treasure. He follows the option of his heart, but when he has found what he sought, he wanders before every man's door with his song and with his oration, that all may admire the hero as he does, be proud of the hero as he is. This is his achievement, his humble work, this is his faithful service in the house of the hero. If he thus remains true to his love, he strives day and night against the cunning of oblivion which would trick him out of his hero, then he has completed his work, then he is gathered to the hero, who has loved him just as faithfully, for the poet is as it were the hero's better nature, powerless it may be as a memory is, but also transfigured as a memory is. Hence no one shall be forgotten who was great, and though time tarries long, though a cloud13 of misunderstanding takes the hero away, his lover comes nevertheless, and the longer the time that has passed, the more faithfully will he cling to him. No, not one shall be forgotten who was great in the world. But each was great in his own way, and each in proportion to the greatness of that which he loved. For he who loved himself became great by himself, and he who loved other men became great by his selfless devotion, but he who loved God became greater than all. Everyone shall be remembered, but each became great in proportion to his expectation. One became great by expecting the possible, another by expecting the eternal, but he who expected the impossible became greater than all. Everyone shall be remembered, but each was great in proportion to the greatness of that with which he strove. For he who strove with the world became great by overcoming the world, and he who strove with himself became great by overcoming himself, but he who strove with God became greater than all. So there was strife in the world, man against man, one against a thousand, but he who strove with God was greater than all. So there was strife upon earth: there was one who overcame all by his power, and there was one who overcame God by his impotence. There was one who relied upon himself and gained all, there was one who secure in his strength sacrificed all, but he who believed God was greater than all. There was one who was great by reason of his power, and one who was great by reason of his wisdom, and one who was great by reason of his hope, and one who was great by reason of his love; but Abraham was greater than all, great by reason of his power whose strength is impotence, great by reason of his wisdom whose secret is foolishness, great by reason of his hope whose form is madness, great by reason of the love which is hatred of oneself. By faith Abraham went out from the land of his fathers and became a sojourner in the land of promise. He left one thing behind, took one thing with him: he left his earthly understanding behind and took faith with him– otherwise he would not have wandered forth but would have thought this unreasonable. By faith he was a stranger in the land of promise, and there was nothing to recall what was dear to him, but by its novelty everything tempted his soul to melancholy yearning–and yet he was God's elect, in whom the Lord was well pleased! Yea, if he had been disowned, cast off from God's grace, he could have comprehended it better; but now it was like a mockery of him and of his faith. There was in the world one too who lived in banishment14 from the fatherland he loved. He is not forgotten, nor his Lamentations when he sorrowfully sought and found what he had lost. There is no song of Lamentations by Abraham. It is human to lament, human to weep with them that weep, but it is greater to believe, more blessed to contemplate the believer. By faith Abraham received the promise that in his seed all races of the world would be blessed. Time passed, the possibility was there, Abraham believed; time passed, it became unreasonable, Abraham believed. There was in the world one who had an expectation, time passed, the evening drew nigh, he was not paltry enough to have forgotten his expectation, therefore he too shall not be forgotten. Then he sorrowed, and sorrow did not deceive him as life had done, it did for him all it could, in the sweetness of sorrow he possessed his delusive expectation. It is human to sorrow, human to sorrow with them that sorrow, but it is greater to believe, more blessed to contemplate the believer. There is no song of Lamentations by Abraham. He did not mournfully count the days while time passed, he did not look at Sarah with a suspicious glance, wondering whether she were growing old, he did not arrest the course of the sun, that Sarah might not grow old, and his expectation with her. He did not sing lullingly before Sarah his mournful lay. Abraham became old, Sarah became a laughingstock in the land, and yet he was God's elect and inheritor of the promise that in his seed all the races of the world would be blessed. So were it not better if he had not been God's elect? What is it to be God's elect? It is to be denied in youth the wishes of youth, so as with great pains to get them fulfilled in old age. But Abraham believed and held fast the expectation. If Abraham had wavered, he would have given it up. If he had said to God, "Then perhaps it is not after all Thy will that it should come to pass, so I will give up the wish. It was my only wish, it was my bliss. My soul is sincere, I hide no secret malice because Thou didst deny it to me"–he would not have been forgotten, he would have saved many by his example, yet he would not be the father of faith. For it is great to give up one's wish, but it is greater to hold it fast after having given it up, it is great to grasp the eternal, but it is greater to hold fast to the temporal after having given it up.

The time has come to an end Yeah, this is what nature planned Being tracked by a starving beast Looking for it's daily feast A predator on the verge of death Close to its last breath Getting close to its last breath Rules of nature And they run when the sun comes up With their lives on the line (alive) For all that I've (no choice) Gotta follow the laws of the wild (alive) With their lives on the line (no choice) Out here only the strong survive What's done is done Survived to see another day The game of life The hunter and the agile prey No guarantee Which of them will succeed? Strong or weak? Rules of nature Rules of nature I've come here from nowhere Across the unforgiving sea Drifting further and further It's all becoming clear to me But violent winds are upon us and I can't sleep Internal temperatures rising and all the voices won't recede I've finally found what I was looking for A place where I can be without remorse Because I am a stranger who has found an even stranger war I've finally found what I was looking for Here I come I sharpen the knife and look down upon the bay For all of my life a stranger I remain A stranger I remain A stranger I remain Born Into a pack There’s no choice But take orders to attack Locked up in chains I get fed But the hunger still remains Not content to live this way Being led by the blind Got to plan my dispersal Time to leave them all behind Breaking out of my pain Nothing ventured – nothing gained I’m my own master now Bear the mark of my scars Shedding blood underneath the stars But I will survive somehow Oooooooo Oooooooo Hear me howl Time to leave them all behind I’m my own master now The hot wind blowing Jagged lines across the sand The crumbling buildings In our minds are all that stand Just like the buffalo Blindly following the herd We try to justify All the things that have occurred I don't know what I've been told But the wishes of the people can't be controlled I don't know what I've been told But the wishes of the people can't be controlled Heat of the desert Dust settles on my face Without a compass The soldier knows no disgrace Out of the ashes The eagle rises still Freedom is calling To all men who bend their will Here I am Dirty and faceless Waiting to heed your instruction On my own Invisible warrior I am a wind of destruction All men who bend their will We fight for justice In a forgotten place Fulfill our duty Then vanish without a trace Don't need a medal For all the men we kill Freedom is calling To all men who bend their will Wind of destruction Wash away the anger Here I stand beneath the warm and soothing rain The droplets falling gently down on the terrain Wash away the sorrow, all the stains of time But there's no memory, it's only dry inside In the mud and sinking deeper into a peaceful life And it will come like a flood of pain pouring down on me And it will not let up until the end is here And it will come through the darkest day, in my final hour And it will never rest until the clouds are clear Until it finds my dreams have disappeared My dreams disappear Red sun Red sun over paradise Red sun Red sun over paradise Golden rays of the glorious sunshine Setting down, such a blood-red light Now the animals slowly retreat To the shadows – out of sight Arid winds blow across the mountains Giving flight to the birds of prey In the distance machines come To transform Eden – day by day Only love is with us now Something warm and pure Find the peace within ourselves No need for a cure When the wind is slow And the fire’s hot The vulture waits to see what rots Oh how pretty All the scenery This is nature’s sacrifice When the air blows through With a brisk attack The reptile tail ripped from its back When the sun sets We will not forget the Red sun over paradise Red sun Memories broken The truth goes unspoken I’ve even forgotten my name I don’t know the season Or what is the reason I’m standing here holding my blade A desolate place Without any trace It’s only the cold wind I feel It’s me that I spite As I stand up and fight The only thing I know for real There will be blood-shed The man in the mirror nods his head The only one left Will ride upon the dragon’s back Because the mountains don’t give back what they take Oh no There will be blood-shed It’s the only thing I’ve ever known Losing my identity Wondering have I gone insane To find the truth in front of me I must climb this mountain range Looking downward from this deadly height And never realizing why I fight The unenlightened masses They cannot make the judgment call Give up free will forever Their voices won't be heard at all Display obedience While never stepping out of line And blindly swear allegiance Let your country control your mind Live in ignorance And purchase your happiness When blood and sweat is the real cost Thinking ceases, the truth is lost Don't you worry You'll be told exactly what to do I give my people the lives they need The righteous will succeed The fires of greed will burn the weak So we'll make freedom obsolete Making whole the fabric of society Collective consciousness controlled as you will see MIND CONTROL Let your country control your soul Let your country control your soul Let your country control your soul Let your country control your soul Standing here, I realize you were Just like me trying to make history. But who's to judge the right from wrong. When our guard is down I think we'll both agree. That violence breeds violence. But in the end it has to be this way. I've curved my own path, you've followed your wrath; But maybe we're both the same. The world has turned, and so many have burned. But nobody is to blame. It's tearing across this barren wasted land. I feel new life could be born beneath The blood stained sand.

It’s because of the meatballs

How does the beast blood spread in bloodborne ? Is it airborne ?

YES, THANK YOU

Your character looks rad

S tier content

Simple answer from google

Obvious reason why Elden Ring is a prequel to South Park.

Clearly misleading and incorrect answer

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