3565500 Well, hunting in cold climates can be dangerous, so I wouldn't really listen to music while hunting caribou. Maybe on the way there? That's more reasonable.
3565524 But for the extermination part has to be somewhat emotional (combination of rage and sorrow). Because imagine you were there and seeing the debauchery before your eyes. Might as well enter your "Converting sorrow into rage" state
Hi everyone, I am new here but my hatred for that damnable, disgusting abomination of a story (FoE) or any related media burns hotter than a quasar being torn apart by the tidal forces of a supermassive black hole. My hatred for it is so deep and dense, it could be thought of as black, but thats only because its density does not allow any light to reflect off. It... makes my blood boil... to say the least.
But here are some songs I would recommend listening to while wiping the world clean of the filth that is caribou.
(I know alot of people dont like rap but this song begins to describe my hate for anything FoE related)
(I would listen to this piloting a exoskeleton suit like in the book Armor or Starship Troopers (I highly recommend both), while laying siege to those abomination's cities)
(I would listen to this while dropping the atomics on their land)
And this I would have playing while I told their leader "My blade hungers for your blood, and I long to feel your blood beneath my boots, I will sate both of these desires now!" as I tear him apart while piloting a suit of grey knight terminator armor.
Not me, but imagine if God saw in the FoE universe and finally goes Old Testament
Chrous Thus saith the Lord...thus saith the Lord....thus saith the Lord Because you chose the enslave the females, all across Equestria... I send a pestilence and plague Into your house, Into your bed Into your drink, into your bread! Upon your Warbeasts, upon your sheep Upon your red collars in your field Into your groins, into your sleep Until the males break, until you yield! I SEND THE SWARM, I SEND THE HORDE! THUS SAITH THE LORD!
Once you were all my children, Once I thought the chance to rule yourselves, was I all ever wanted
Chrous I send the thunder from the sky I send the fire raining down
And even now, I wish I chose another To smite the stallions for your undoing, was the last thing I ever wanted!
Chrous I send a hail of burning ice On ev'ry field, on ev'ry town
This was their home All their pain and devastation How it tortures me inside All the innocent who suffer From your prejudice and pride...
Chorus I send parasprites on a wind Such as the world has never seen On ev'ry leaf, on ev'ry stalk Until there's nothing left of green I SEND MY SCOURGE, I SEND MY SWORD THUS SAITH THE LORD!
You who I've called children, Why have gone this low?
Chorus I SEND MY SCOURGE, I SEND MY SWORD
Let The Females Go
Chorus THUS SAITH THE LORD!
You who I called children, how could you have come to treat them so? Is this what you wanted? Then let my heart be hardened, and never mind how high the costs may grow This will still be so, you will let the females go
I just figured out why. And I will tell you what I'll do. I will become Damocles.
For their crimes, Nemesis has decreed death. I will carry out this sentance.
None will stop my execution of vengance. I will visit them with death, and make them flee to their homeland. I will chase them and I will burn their homes. I will burn their forests. I will burn their fields. I will burn them all. I will leave their ashen and salted land, barren of any life.
That is the cost of their crime. They will exist only in memory then on, and even that will pass.
'We will bring the light back into this world' music
'I will exterminate the caribou. Every last one of them.' music
'Dainn, your reign of terror is over' music
3565500 Well, hunting in cold climates can be dangerous, so I wouldn't really listen to music while hunting caribou. Maybe on the way there? That's more reasonable.
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Either something from a Trek soundtrack or Sabaton. ("Light in the Black" is awesome AND fitting.)
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But for the extermination part has to be somewhat emotional (combination of rage and sorrow). Because imagine you were there and seeing the debauchery before your eyes. Might as well enter your "Converting sorrow into rage" state
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'We will bring the light back into this world' music
'I will exterminate the caribou. Every last one of them.' music
'Dainn, your reign of terror is over' music
Fight until the last Caribou breaths his last!
Fus! ROH DAAAH!!!
EARN THESE SHIELDS, BOYS!!!
All Exo-Armor units, prepare for orbital drop into Caribou territory...give'em Hell, boys.
The United States Military has just declared open season on the Caribou!
Hi everyone, I am new here but my hatred for that damnable, disgusting abomination of a story (FoE) or any related media burns hotter than a quasar being torn apart by the tidal forces of a supermassive black hole. My hatred for it is so deep and dense, it could be thought of as black, but thats only because its density does not allow any light to reflect off. It... makes my blood boil... to say the least.
But here are some songs I would recommend listening to while wiping the world clean of the filth that is caribou.
(I know alot of people dont like rap but this song begins to describe my hate for anything FoE related)
(I would listen to this piloting a exoskeleton suit like in the book Armor or Starship Troopers (I highly recommend both), while laying siege to those abomination's cities)
(I would listen to this while dropping the atomics on their land)
And this I would have playing while I told their leader "My blade hungers for your blood, and I long to feel your blood beneath my boots, I will sate both of these desires now!" as I tear him apart while piloting a suit of grey knight terminator armor.
3565500
Instead of "Music to listen to while killing caribou," i rather go with "Music to listen to while killing Demons"
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Caribou, demons, Tumbr. They all sound different but they have the same thing in common. Being evil.
Not me, but imagine if God saw in the FoE universe and finally goes Old Testament
Chrous
Thus saith the Lord...thus saith the Lord....thus saith the Lord
Because you chose the enslave the females, all across Equestria...
I send a pestilence and plague
Into your house, Into your bed
Into your drink, into your bread!
Upon your Warbeasts, upon your sheep
Upon your red collars in your field
Into your groins, into your sleep
Until the males break, until you yield!
I SEND THE SWARM, I SEND THE HORDE!
THUS SAITH THE LORD!
Once you were all my children,
Once I thought the chance to rule yourselves, was I all ever wanted
Chrous
I send the thunder from the sky
I send the fire raining down
And even now, I wish I chose another
To smite the stallions for your undoing, was the last thing I ever wanted!
Chrous
I send a hail of burning ice
On ev'ry field, on ev'ry town
This was their home
All their pain and devastation
How it tortures me inside
All the innocent who suffer
From your prejudice and pride...
Chorus
I send parasprites on a wind
Such as the world has never seen
On ev'ry leaf, on ev'ry stalk
Until there's nothing left of green
I SEND MY SCOURGE, I SEND MY SWORD
THUS SAITH THE LORD!
You who I've called children,
Why have gone this low?
Chorus
I SEND MY SCOURGE, I SEND MY SWORD
Let The Females Go
Chorus
THUS SAITH THE LORD!
You who I called children, how could you have come to treat them so? Is this what you wanted?
Then let my heart be hardened, and never mind how high the costs may grow
This will still be so, you will let the females go
LET THE FEMALES GO!
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Caribou: "No matter how powerful you are, in the end, we will rule over all..."
???: "Shut up!"
Caribou: "What!?"
Me: "And listen, I'm Dark Crusader, the sword that protects Equestria!"
And of course, the great finale for the showdown with Dainn.
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Why Caribou?
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I just figured out why. And I will tell you what I'll do. I will become Damocles.
For their crimes, Nemesis has decreed death. I will carry out this sentance.
None will stop my execution of vengance. I will visit them with death, and make them flee to their homeland. I will chase them and I will burn their homes. I will burn their forests. I will burn their fields. I will burn them all. I will leave their ashen and salted land, barren of any life.
That is the cost of their crime. They will exist only in memory then on, and even that will pass.
But I, Damocles, will remain.