The Booty Report

Arrr! In but a fortnight, scallywags be hackin’ 1,500 blabberin’ lines from God of War: Ragnarok, ‘tis a merry jest!

2024-10-03

Arrr, matey! We be done with the lovey-dovey gripin'! No more coddlin' like a landlubber’s pet parrot! Time to hoist the sails and let the winds of freedom blow, savvy? Let’s be off to plunder the seas without the tender touchin'!

Arrr, me hearties! Gather ye round and lend an ear to this jolly tale of swashbucklin' shenanigans on the high seas! Aye, there be a time when the seas be rough, and the winds blow fierce, but fear not, for this ol' sea dog has cast off the shackles of hand-holding! No more be I clingin' to the coattails of me mates like a scallywag clings to his last grog!

Picture this: a ship full of rowdy sailors, each one more raucous than the last, and here I be, whisperin' sweet nothings to the barnacles on the hull instead of hoistin' the sails! By Davy Jones' locker, it be time to grow a spine and set course fer adventure without the need for a trusty hand to guide me. I be no lily-livered landlubber, but a true buccaneer, ready to face the krakens and sirens of the briny deep!

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