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Tyr was the Norse god of war and justice who alone was brave enough to bind Fenrir but lost his right arm in the jaw of the beast. He was later succeeded by Odin as the God of war.

Odin (old Norse meaning “mind, wit and soul” and old High German “to be insane, to rage”) was the most revered Norse god. He sacrificed his eye to the well of Mimir in exchange for immense knowledge.

In Norse mythology the Beserkers were elite soldiers who acted as bodyguards of the King and served as Odin’s special warriors. They were said to draw their powers from wolves, bears and boars and entered a trance-like fury in battle.

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The Courier, Fallout New Vegas, 2010, Bethesda entertainment, Obsidian softworks.

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Caesar, muttering to himself: They call me caesar cause I be dressin’

Courier, hiding in the shadows and about to assassinate him:

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2018 Grinch has no edge. He’s got no bite. He’s not even that much of an asshole. He’s just a sassy gay furry with unusually nice teeth despite his famous theme song declaring otherwise.

1966 Grinch? Now that was a mean, scary bastard. He was a crusty old fuck who hated society so much that he only came off his shitty frozen mountain to commit crimes and terrorism out of spite.

Bennyhoo Cumberland Grinch comes down from his mountain to buy groceries.

You can round the edges off a character to make them more “relatable” or whatever, but you also run the risk of losing what defined them in the first place. The end result is bland and generic.

2018 Grinch is a reflection of modern society’s rejection of real character flaws in the interest of being “unproblematic” and in this essay i will

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2018 Grinch has no edge. He’s got no bite. He’s not even that much of an asshole. He’s just a sassy gay furry with unusually nice teeth despite his famous theme song declaring otherwise.

1966 Grinch? Now that was a mean, scary bastard. He was a crusty old fuck who hated society so much that he only came off his shitty frozen mountain to commit crimes and terrorism out of spite.

Bennyhoo Cumberland Grinch comes down from his mountain to buy groceries.

You can round the edges off a character to make them more “relatable” or whatever, but you also run the risk of losing what defined them in the first place. The end result is bland and generic.

2018 Grinch is a reflection of modern society’s rejection of real character flaws in the interest of being “unproblematic” and in this essay i will

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my bank account to me when I’m looking at my bank statement after a good weekend

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And in that moment Eren knew he’d fucked up

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listen binch. no one has an original style. no one pulls a unique style of art out of their ass. we get to where we are through observing others and being influenced by them and that’s how art works

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same energy

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the 3 bosses u fight before being able to enter the shaving cream aisle

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Me, a humble draugr, quietly minding my own business in my barrow tomb, doing my daily chores (lighting the candles, taking the frostbite spider for a walk, making the large swinging axes swing in the corridor of large swinging axes), having a sleepover with the lads in the deathlord’s chamber

YOU, loud, alive, obnoxious, barging into our tomb eating an entire wheel of cheese, making a mess, plundering my life savings from my burial urn, setting fire to frosty (the frostbite spider), re-killing me and the lads, WAKING the deathlord

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James Elroy Flecker, from “To A Poet A Thousand Years Hence,” written c. October 1910

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When you turn on shuffle and London Bridge by Fergie starts playing