It is believed that Nietzsche lost his sanity, with one particular event in 1889 often highlighted as the definitive moment of his mental collapse. The story goes that on the morning of January 3, 1889, while Nietzсche was taking a long walk through the city streets, he saw a horse being whipped by its owner.
It¨s not that G_d didn¨t make the world, quite simply he failed
Clinical Insanity
Destitutional insanity
Digital insanity
World Wide Web
Water Wine Wisdom
Walker Window Wasp
Kummitusjuna
He Man - He May have won the battle but May not win the War
Atlantean Escimo Octopus Virus Virtuvian (Eye of the Beholder) and Prince Williams
Soul Cake Soul Cake,
A apple a Pear or a plum or a Cherry anything that will make us marry
Soul Cake Soul Cake
One for Peter 2 for Paul and Three for him that made us all
Experimental Experimental Experimental
Government Seal Approval by China on Color Photograph from Moon
Years 2020
The King: Imperial Cavalry... advance! RIDE THEM DOWN! In to the fray! Demonstrate unforgettably the art of Hyperborean war-craft!
Spear-men, form into Omega Phalanx.
Archers, notch arrows, prepare to loose.
Warriors, stand ready...
Sound the clarion!
Hearken, sons of the glorious Empire... Here we stand upon the Field of Blood... Though this day we may die,
our legend shall live forever
Chapter 6: The Awakening of Chaos
Lord Angsaar: Fly, my winged sentinel of the night, deliver unto me the Ninth Crystal of Power, That I may at last be free once more...
Come then, mortal! Test that cursed blade of black steel against me if you dare! O' great king, your pitiful army shall be swept away before my wrath!
The King: 'Ere the dawn, ten thousand shall die!
For the eternal glory of Hyperborea!
Chapter 6: The Awakening of Chaos
Lord Angsaar: Fly, my winged sentinel of the night, deliver unto me the Ninth Crystal of Power, That I may at last be free once more...
Come then, mortal! Test that cursed blade of black steel against me if you dare! O' great king, your pitiful army shall be swept away before my wrath!
The King: 'Ere the dawn, ten thousand shall die!
For the eternal glory of Hyperborea!
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