2022

>Everyone hates each other
>Nobody with a brain is fighting back
>Civilized countries are about to obliterate each other
>Nobody's having sex except Africans and Mexicans
>Everything is going to get worse and more expensive for the foreseeable future
What the fuck is there to look forward to

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elder scrolls 6

my government mandated gf as a reward for selling you purebloods out to bill gates when the bio tracking system goes online

A distraction but I guess

I HAVE to play elder scrolls 6 to see what direction bethesda takes the ES lore, and to see how the actions of the Dragonborn affect Tamriel, you don't understand

I'm interested in the Argonian lore as well
Hopefully they don't rely on DLC for interesting shit

>>Nobody's having sex except Africans and Mexicans
actually hispanics have some of the worst birthrates. even lower than whites

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Will things be better or worse 5 years from now??

Indeed, the Argonians basically control Morrowind after taking advantage of the Hist to BTFO their former oppressors, how is that going to work out? Will the Dragonborn fighting for the Stormcloaks be canon? What happens to the Wood elf and Khajits, after they team up with the Aldmer? So many questions man

Based Yeats appreciator.

We Are Those People by Robinson Jeffers
I have abhorred the wars and despised the liars, laughed at the frightened
And forecast victory; never one moment's doubt.
But now not far, over the backs of some crawling years, the next
Great war's column of dust and fire writhes
Up the sides of the sky: it becomes clear that we too may suffer
What others have, the brutal horror of defeat—
Or if not in the next, then in the next—therefore watch Germany
And read the future. We wish, of course, that our women
Would die like biting rats in the cellars, our men like wolves on the mountain:
It will not be so. Our men will curse, cringe, obey;
Our women uncover themselves to the grinning victors for bits of chocolate.

Things will only get better from now on. We are hitting the rock bottom right about now.

>What the fuck is there to look forward to
The end of the Gleissberg Cycle in 2046 and the magnetic pole flip.

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> What the fuck is there to look forward to

More acceleration. Collapse. Mass rape and hyper violence.

I can’t fucking wait. Faggot.

Bless your innocence and hope for the future, bongman

The new xero will be dragonkin, not dragonborn.

Alien invasion followed by the return of Jesus in 2034 and the extermination of the armies of the NWO.

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us-if at all-not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer-

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

nothing. nobody said life is good or supposed to be good. you suffer and then die

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Nothing, just learn Spanish because that will be the de facto official language of the US in some years, beaners have son like rats

Watching lib shit retards suffer and kikes get lynched for the 111th time

build/create something with your own two hands
paint, draw, make music, build with wood or stone.
coffee sucks; drink water