Arrr, methinks Starfield be havin' nary a pooch, for they be sailin' the seas o' extinction, matey!
2023-09-02
Avast ye! Methinks I be longin' not to tarry on this celestial vessel any longer, ye scurvy planet!
In the language of a 17th-century pirate, I must declare that I have lost all desire to continue residing on this celestial body we call Earth. Arrr, me hearties, the state of this world be downright disheartening and be driving me to the point of despair. Aye, the foolishness and absurdity that me eyes behold be enough to make even the hardiest buccaneer want to hang up his cutlass and set sail for the great unknown.Picture this, me mateys: a world where landlubbers be walkin' about with their faces buried in small, shiny contraptions, ignorin' the beauty of the seven seas and the treasures that lie within. Aye, 'tis a sad sight indeed. Instead of seekin' adventure and swashbucklin' tales, they be captivated by virtual nonsense and mindless chatter.
And what be the deal with these landlubbers and their fancy technology? They be buildin' machines that can fly through the sky like birds, yet they be usin' them to take pictures of their meals and post 'em on the interwebs. I ask ye, what be the point, me hearties? Where be the sense of adventure and discovery?
But 'tis not just the landlubbers that be drivin' me to despair. The world be plagued with scallywags in positions of power who be ignorin' the needs of the people and pursuin' their own selfish gain. They be lyin' and cheatin', makin' promises they have no intention of keepin'. 'Tis enough to make a pirate want to throw in the towel and retreat to a remote island.
So, me hearties, I declare that I be weighin' anchor on this wretched world. I be settin' sail for the horizon, seekin' a land where adventure be aplenty and the spirit of camaraderie be alive. Farewell to this planet, me scallywags, may ye find the courage to chart a course towards a brighter future. Arrr!