How about instead of coming in and being a dick in someone’s thread, you post things to encourage what you’re looking for?

No, it must just be easier to smell your own shit in the garden than finding a toilet.

“Your Impostor Syndrome Made Flesh” is for everyone.

Though reactions may vary between mental breakdown and “I’ve wanted to punch my demons since birth”.

Maybe with some breakfast filling. Maybe.

Has anyone tried this with Toaster Strudels?

So that’s how babies are made!

Hey, there’s the Tauros Programme! Someone’s trying to breed Aurochs back as close as they can!

3 minutes? David has impressive restraint.

I can’t set a box down for 5 seconds without someone getting in it.

Having been through Kentucky, you’d be surprised. Then you’d be slightly disappointed because suddenly you have a baseline for “Wants to live in Kentucky” and that’s not a pretty picture.

The Farmer can also breed an army of dangerous slimes.

We straight up sell their eggs.

The rabbits learned it from watching us.

Depending on who you ask, that could be replaced with “I know”.

Just to add in some fun tidbits to this:

If you go by one of the myths, Malacath is what was left of Trinemac after digestion. He’s the Daedric version of a Golgothan, not made of shit but born from it.

His plane of Oblivion, where his followers hope to go after death, is basically Valhalla after being reduced to ash. It’s straight up called “The Ashpit” with it’s notable features being the Great Forge and The Backbone of the Ashpit, which might be Malacath’s actual spine since Oblivion planes don’t make sense when you think about it for too long.