"That which is wrong with the world that we cannot fix with the blades of our axes, we shall surely avenge!"
—Thorgrim Grudgebearer, High King of all Karaz Ankor. (me)





[-] _people in the great book of grudges_ [-]

Lettuce
A Miscalculation
Franscisca
Da monke
Guy
The Brebbeded one
DV
A Dubious Egg
Trainuk
Bruttaria
Someone
Toy-maker
Terminal femboy
Queek headtaker
Deathmaster snicht
Grimgor ironhide
Archaon ever-chosen





[-] about me [-]

worlds best CS;GO player
i don't talk to ELGI
all tf2 players are umgi, elgi and raki (except me)
don't add me if you're a servant of the ruinous powers
i don't use discord that's for other people
best DRG gunner player
best dwarf soldier main
hate elves
hate grobi
hate grobi on CS;GO and tf2
if you talk ♥♥♥♥ in my profile i will make fun of you and your loser profile
love gold
love dwarf hold
love killing grobi and raki (on CS;GO and TF2)
love cool dwarfs in games
simple as





I hate saurus. I hate them. I hate their lizard faces. I hate their clubs. I hate their sticks. I hate when the sticks are next to the clubs and I hate when the clubs are next to the sticks. I hate that Kroq-gar pulls 2280 of them out of his scaly ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ and then descends on me like a Vogon at a poetry convention.

I hate the Saurus auto-resolve meter. I hate it because it lies to me. It says I have a 50-50 chance of victory. This is patently false, because I have twenty units of dwarf warriors who are held together with grudges and ancestral runes. I do not have twenty units of eight foot tall geckos constructed out of pectoral muscles and galvanised coffin nails.

I hate that they shout bok at me. Bok is the Bristol Orienteering Klub, which is completely irrelevant to a battle in Lustria and should not be shouted repeatedly while eating a rank of tier one infantry like buffalo wings.

I hate their morale. I hate that surrounding them simply prompts one of them to pull out a US general's helmet so he can make a speech about 'now we can attack in any direction'. I hate that their reaction to a devastating rear attack is to become somewhat peeved. I have looked a Saurus in his smug scaly face as an encirclement that would shatter any other early game infantry closed in.

He went from bored to pissed , killed an extra two hundred longbeards because I had foolishly allowed all four sides of the Saurus unit to fight at once and then swallowed my RuneSmith like a slim jim.

I have resolved to shoot every Saurus dead. Every Saurus. All of the Saurmen and the Saurdren too. I hate them. I no longer see battlefields because they're covered by a thick blanket of gunpowder. I hate that it barely stops them. I hate that they keep coming while shouting about the Bristol orienteering klub, or the Bank of Oklahoma or the 1983 Bok asteroid. I hate that they made me google bok so I could write down ways in which I hate things that have it as a name. Bok is also a lunar crater and a martian crater. It is also a village in Iran. The IATA code for Brookings Airport is Bok. I will never go there because it would give me palpitations.

I hate that Kroq Gar is friends with the Rare Pepe next door, who also declares war once I've shot Kroq Gar unconscious for the tenth time. He also has Saurus only these ones are blue. Somehow this is worse.

I hate that there are another ten Lizard factions. I hate that they will be in end game by the time I reach them. I hate that while I was writing this Kroq Gar picked up Thorgrim Grudgebearer and smoked him like a cigar.

I hate Saurus.