They are some of the most famous and widely photographed people of their time, possibly of all time. How the fuck can we as a collective society somehow not get their faces right?
It is like the right-wing equivalent of the Lonely Mitten Bernie meme.
Hey leave the cyber-truck alone! It hasnât finished rendering into the game world yet!
Yeah, thatâs not how nihilism actually works. The whole âif life doesnât matter, then why donât you kill yourselfâ argument is a fallacy. Even nihilists can fear death due to both survival instinct and intrinsic fear of the unknown beyond death. They simply wonât use the argument that life, even theirâs, should not be terminated because of inherent value or meaning.
It is. Trust me, nihilists only obtain intellectual satisfaction from the knowledge that life has no meaning; it provides no other benefit.
I have to agree with Heisenberg in the sense that just because death is inevitable doesnât mean a person who holds those views arenât scared of death. Take it from me
This isnât really funny so much as it is inspiring.
You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there
Lokir: âDamn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadnât been looking for you, I couldâve stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell. You there⌠You and me, we shouldnât be here. Itâs these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.â Ralof: âWeâre all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.â Imperial Soldier: âShut up back there!â Lokir: âAnd whatâs wrong with him, huh?â Ralof: âWatch your tongue. Youâre speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.â Lokir: âUlfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? Youâre the leader of the rebellion. But if theyâve captured you⌠Oh gods, where are they taking us?â Ralof: âI donât know where weâre going, but Sovngarde awaits.â Lokir: âNo, this canât be happening. This isnât happening.â Ralof: âHey, what village are you from, horse thief?â Lokir: âWhy do you care?â Ralof: âA Nordâs last thoughts should be of home.â Lokir: âRorikstead. Iâm⌠Iâm from Rorikstead.â Imperial: âGeneral Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!â Tullius: âGood. Letâs get this over with.â Lokir: âShor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me.â Ralof: âLook at him, General Tullius, the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this. This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.â Haming: âWho are they, daddy? Where are they going?â Torolf: âYou need to go inside, little cub.â Haming: âWhy? I want to watch the soldiers.â Torolf: âInside the house. Now.â Haming: âYes, papa.â Imperial: âWhoa!â Captain: âGet these prisoners out of the carts. Move it!â Lokir: âWhy are we stopping?â Ralof: âWhy do you think? End of the line. Letâs go. Shouldnât keep the gods waiting for us.â Lokir: âNo! Wait! Weâre not rebels!â Ralof: âFace your death with some courage, thief.â Lokir: âYouâve got to tell them! We werenât with you! This is a mistake!â Imperial Captain: âStep towards the block when we call your name. One at a time.â Ralof: âEmpire loves their damn lists.â Hadvar: âUlfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm.â Ralof: âIt has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!â Hadvar: âRalof of Riverwood. Lokir of Rorikstead.â Lokir: âNo, Iâm not a rebel. You canât do this!â Captain: âHalt!â Lokir: âYouâre not going to kill me!â Captain: âArchers!â Captain: âAnyone else feel like running?â Hadvar: âWait. You there. Step forward. Who are you?â
@TheChicken check out ninja skills. 
What a bunch of assholes. Shame they didnât fell themselves in the exhibit.
