Arrr, Civilization 7 scallywags be green-eyed o' that old sea dog’s nimble jig—pleadin' the devs to make him cease his frolickin'!
2024-12-17
Avast, matey! The prospector be dancin' the Griddy, like a scallywag who found his gold doubloons! With feet flyin' and laughter roarin', he be shakin' his booty as if the treasure be buried right beneath his boots! Har har! What a sight to behold on the high seas!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather ye round and lend an ear to a tale most comical, where a bold prospector, fresh from the gold-laden hills, didst strike a most peculiar dance known as the Griddy! Aye, this be no ordinary jig, but a frolic so grand it could make even Davy Jones himself chuckle in his watery grave!Picture this: our brave treasure hunter, with a beard as wild as the tempestuous sea and pockets heavy with golden doubloons, takes a break from diggin’ for riches. With a swagger like a captain swaggerin’ into port, he begins to shuffle ‘n sway, arms flailin’ like a ship caught in a storm! He be hittin’ the Griddy, as if the very gold beneath his feet be callin’ him to dance!
As the sun sets upon the horizon, the townsfolk gather ‘round, their mugs of grog in hand, laughin’ and pointin’ as our prospector prances about like a drunken sea otter. “What sorcery be this?” they ask, bewildered at the sight. But to our jolly prospector, ‘tis no sorcery; ‘tis the joy of findin’ treasure and the spirit of merriment! Aye, he be a merry soul, and with each stomp and shuffle, he be makin’ the world a tad bit brighter—even in the face of their scurvy frowns! So, raise yer tankards, me hearties, to the Griddy and the merry prospector who danced like the wind upon the waves!