Thine thoughts are known to me. "Hath he discharged six balls or but a hand's worth?" In perfect candor...

Thine thoughts are known to me. "Hath he discharged six balls or but a hand's worth?" In perfect candor, I mineself hath lost the count. But let us consider that this is a 20-bore wheellock revolving dag, the most potent and forceful hand-cannon unpon this globe, and would decapitate thee, thou shoulds't inquire of thine self: "Doth fortune smile upon me?"

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Take thine swing!

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Verily, thou thinkst darkness is thine ally! Thou hast merely adopted the dark. I wast born to it, reared by it! I did not seeth the light til I wast already a sir. By then twast not but blinding to me! The shadows forsaketh thee, for they belongeth to I!

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Upon the village of Agua Fria descended an unknown soul one God-blessed day.
Spake but little to the villagers in his presence, had but little he wished to say.
None dids't chance to inquire his intentions, none dids't chance to that mistake.
The unknown soul amoungst them bore a puffer upon his shank.

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it would be "hast he dischargeth six balls," second person singular indicative

Look, I didn't major in olde-speake.

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Thou shalt not loose upon my husband.

haft actually, Better times, far fewer faggots and mongols on the street

Hast thou no manhood to call your own that you need stroke others? OP shalt ever be reaching for the unguarded codpiece

>Look, I didn't major in olde-speake.

Or new spake either

I beg of thee, give proper greetings to my quaint acquaintance.

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(You)

Thou art the plague and I am the physician

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Real armor for a tiny human. The smaller armor is sized to a full size genetic mutation human that exists today.

Fixed

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No, but there are humans so bigger than us. We are not the smaller armor in that pic.

Mine armor doth need a codpiece to protect mine bishop and two pawns.

An interesting choice the distinctive decorated kinjal of Georgia (the Cossacks had good ones to, but never as fine) along with an ottoman style miquelet lock which while often overlooked had on many the great advantage of a replaceable frizzen. I always preferred the Albanian rats tail pistols of that region from a horse, they were cheaper and tended to give fire more dependably, but the kinjal, that was a thing, the dances hurling them point first into the ground on each spin of the feet and the clapping. The buttons on the hilt are used to align the hand in its major fighting grips and it was also used in dances where the slashing motion of the dancers blades would clash and make sparks. All these things were lost in time. Much later I saw the end of them, I can see them now on the small shaggy ponies walking in line to the sounds of the guns in 1917 during the Russian civil war singing, wearing the waistcoats embroidered by the women in their families that was the end of them.

Hark! I must knoweth!

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Have a bump thy cunning knave.

>you still managed to maintain the rhyme scheme
Underrated post desu

Thank.

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Based.

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Thou art a veritable giant of a man.

For thee

Was thine detainment purposeful to thine designs?

Boys have I got some dumping to do for you.

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Fuck I loved this exhibit

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Where dis at?

Fucking phone posts suck..

Houston Museum of Natural Science

Verily

My commendations! Thou art arraigned! Pray tell, where doth thy masterful plan proceed from here?