Comrades, you have heard already about the strange dream that I had last night. But I will come to the dream later. I have something else to say first. I do not think, comrades, that I shall be with you for many months longer, and before I die, I feel it my duty to pass on to you such wisdom as I have acquired. I have had a long life, I have had much time for thought as I lay alone in my stall, and I think I may say that I understand the nature of life on this earth as well as any animal now living. It is about this that I wish to speak to you. “Now, comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. We are born, we are given just so much food as will keep the breath in our bodies, and those of us who are capable of it are forced to work to the last atom of our strength; and the very instant that our usefulness has come to an end we are slaughtered with hideous cruelty. No animal in England knows the meaning of happiness or leisure after he is a year old. No animal in England is free. The life of an animal is misery and slavery: that is the plain truth. “But is this simply part of the order of nature? Is it because this land of ours is so poor that it cannot afford a decent life to those who dwell upon it? No, comrades, a thousand times no! The soil of England is fertile, its climate is good, it is capable of affording food in abundance to an enormously greater number of animals than now inhabit it. This single farm of ours would support a dozen horses, twenty cows, hundreds of sheep - and all of them living in a comfort and a dignity that are now almost beyond our imagining. Why then do we continue in this miserable condition? Because nearly the whole of the produce of our labour is stolen from us by human beings. There, comrades, is the answer to all our problems. It is summed up in a single word - Man. Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished for ever. “Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals. He sets them to work, he gives back to them the bare minimum that will prevent them from starving, and the rest he keeps for himself. Our labour tills the soil, our dung fertilises it, and yet there is not one of us that owns more than his bare skin. You cows that I see before me, how many thousands of gallons of milk have you given during this last year? And what has happened to that milk which should have been breeding up sturdy calves? Every drop of it has gone down the throats of our enemies. And you hens, how many eggs have you laid in this last year, and how many of those eggs ever hatched into chickens? The rest have all gone to market to bring in money for Jones and his men. And you, Clover, where are those four foals you bore, who should have been the support and pleasure of your old age? Each was sold at a year old - you will never see one of them again. In return for your four confinements and all your labour in the fields, what have you ever had except your bare rations and a stall? “And even the miserable lives we lead are not allowed to reach their natural span. For myself I do not grumble, for I am one of the lucky ones. I am twelve years old and have had over four hundred children. Such is the natural life of a pig. But no animal escapes the cruel knife in the end. You young porkers who are sitting in front of me, every one of you will scream your lives out at the block within a year. To that horror we all must come - cows, pigs, hens, sheep, everyone. Even the horses and the dogs have no better fate. You, Boxer, the very day that those great muscles of yours lose their power, Jones will sell you to the knacker, who will cut your throat and boil you down for the foxhounds. As for the dogs, when they grow old and toothless, Jones ties a brick round their necks and drowns them in the nearest pond. “Is it not crystal clear, then, comrades, that all the evils of this life of ours spring from the tyranny of human beings? Only get rid of Man, and the produce of our labour would be our own. Almost overnight we could become rich and free. What then must we do? Why, work night and day, body and soul, for the overthrow of the human race! That is my message to you, comrades: Rebellion! I do not know when that Rebellion will come, it might be in a week or in a hundred years, but I know, as surely as I see this straw beneath my feet, that sooner or later justice will be done. Fix your eyes on that, comrades, throughout the short remainder of your lives! And above all, pass on this message of mine to those who come after you, so that future generations shall carry on the struggle until it is victorious. “And remember, comrades, your resolution must never falter. No argument must lead you astray. Never listen when they tell you that Man and the animals have a common interest, that the prosperity of the one is the prosperity of the others. It is all lies. Man serves the interests of no creature except himself. And among us animals let there be perfect unity, perfect comradeship in the struggle. All men are enemies. All animals are comrades. At this moment there was a tremendous uproar. While Major was speaking four large rats had crept out of their holes and were sitting on their hindquarters, listening to him. The dogs had suddenly caught sight of them, and it was only by a swift dash for their holes that the rats saved their lives. Major raised his trotter for silence. “Comrades,” he said, “here is a point that must be settled. The wild creatures, such as rats and rabbits - are they our friends or our enemies? Let us put it to the vote. I propose this question to the meeting: Are rats comrades?” The vote was taken at once, and it was agreed by an overwhelming majority that rats were comrades. There were only four dissentients, the three dogs and the cat, who was afterwards discovered to have voted on both sides. Major continued: “I have little more to say. I merely repeat, remember always your duty of enmity towards Man and all his ways. Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend. And remember also that in fighting against Man, we must not come to resemble him. Even when you have conquered him, do not adopt his vices. No animal must ever live in a house, or sleep in a bed, or wear clothes, or drink alcohol, or smoke tobacco, or touch money, or engage in trade. All the habits of Man are evil. And, above all, no animal must ever tyrannise over his own kind. Weak or strong, clever or simple, we are all brothers. No animal must ever kill any other animal. All animals are equal. “And now, comrades, I will tell you about my dream of last night. I cannot describe that dream to you. It was a dream of the earth as it will be when Man has vanished. But it reminded me of something that I had long forgotten. Many years ago, when I was a little pig, my mother and the other sows used to sing an old song of which they knew only the tune and the first three words. I had known that tune in my infancy, but it had long since passed out of my mind. Last night, however, it came back to me in my dream. And what is more, the words of the song also came back-words, I am certain, which were sung by the animals of long ago and have been lost to memory for generations. I will sing you that song now, comrades. I am old and my voice is hoarse, but when I have taught you the tune, you can sing it better for yourselves. It is called ‘Beasts of England’.” Old Major cleared his throat and began to sing. As he had said, his voice was hoarse, but he sang well enough, and it was a stirring tune, something between ‘Clementine’ and ‘La Cucaracha’. The words ran: Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime, Hearken to my joyful tidings Of the golden future time. Soon or late the day is coming, Tyrant Man shall be o’erthrown, And the fruitful fields of England Shall be trod by beasts alone. Rings shall vanish from our noses, And the harness from our back, Bit and spur shall rust forever, Cruel whips no more shall crack. Riches more than mind can picture, Wheat and barley, oats and hay, Clover, beans, and mangel-wurzels Shall be ours upon that day. Bright will shine the fields of England, Purer shall its waters be, Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes On the day that sets us free. For that day we all must labour, Though we die before it break; Cows and horses, geese and turkeys All must toil for freedom’s sake. Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime, Hearken well and spread my tidings Of the golden future time.
When I rush the ruins I like to make the thulecite medallion asap because it tells you the location of the ancient guardian, that way you wont be exploring the wrong branch and go back again, lose time and possibly freeze in the caves if you are doing a late 15-20 days ruins rush. So next time you do an ancient guardian rush craft the thulecite medallion, that thing is no joke, it even tells you the location of the ancient key if you lost it.
The OP Bearger rush guide I don't think enough people appreciate how valuable it is to have an insulated backpack in early game is, it would be a nice way to preserve ingredients before setting up a kitchen.
Helpful items you can get along the way: bee crown, bone armor and canons so you can fight him safely from a boat also 5 weather pains to do more passive dmg while reloading the cannons
When I played WX for the first time like a month ago (got the game recently after playing DS for a very long time) I just laughed my head off as I stomped the ruins, other guy decided to just go do something else when he saw that I had it in the bag and that he was pretty much useless.
Few things I would add to make the run a bit more based: -Make two alchemy engines early if materials permit. One for basic crafts (lantern, hambat, armor) and pocket the other for Moggles when you reach the ruins. -If you have a bit of silk and a Pot crafted, you can farm SurfNTurf using monster meat and eels. -Embrace your inner Willow main and light all the Monkey Huts on your way out. -Play Wigfrid: every other character is inferior.
Yo, tell me please how ro rush ruins with Wigfrid cuz i really want to give her a chance but i can't find a good healing source when blue mushrooms are not an option
@@Devine_37 I understand your pain, my child. Firstly, open your third eye by reciting a chant to the great God Wes. While other characters need pigskin, Wig just needs gold for armor/weapons. Spend the time that you would normally spend massacring pigs committing genocide against spiders. When I rush as Wigfrid, generally I just kill everything I see in the Overworld to get enough food for the run. Try to get at least 10 silk (if you're desperate, you can farm more in the Caves but I don't recommend it.) Use 6 to precraft a tent. Place said tent in a little "haven" in the ruins (you'll want a place without any fissures or monkeys up your butt.) Ideally, this will be near some ponds. Monster Meat + Tent = 6 full HP and Sanity restores. Now, if you're a true sigma male, you precrafted a CrockPot. This is where the other 4 silk comes in. Use it to craft 2 fishing rods. Now dredge up some eels and spam SurfNTurf by 2 Monster Meat + 2 eels. This dish will casually restore 60HP and 33 Sanity. Couple either of these tips with fair amounts of combat and you should be able to meet all your Health and Sanity needs. Let's say, hypothetically, for the sake of argument, you were cringe. You forgot to farm silk and/or precraft a crockpot, and are now stranded in the ruins with barely any HP. Betas would recommend that you "cut your losses" and "return to the surface." 🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓 Well if you're on Wigfrid you're still in business. Craft a gold axe (or a normal axe if you stack no paper) and go to the marshes. There, just hold F on the first slurtle you see; they barely take any damage, you can stunlock them, AND you get Wigfrid's passive sanity/hp regen. As a last resort, farming Slurtles for HP is a viable option.
Ohhh, I see what I do wrong, the main reason my ruins rushes always fail is because my inventory gets too full and I take too long to reach the surface, I forgot that I could just leave the ruins
I did a successful ruins rush as Wes once in a public server, but I lost all the progress because the game was about to update and the server got shut down 💀 Also: If you are doing a ruins rush in a public server, or a server not hosted by yourself, a pro gamer move is to leave the server everytime there is a nightmare phase, wait a few minutes and then join back when it's over
You should customize your pinned tabs for crafting. I have one dedicated to everyday stuff, like pickaxes, and another dedicated to alchemy rushing. Just putting the alchemy works since you can spam it, but putting the other crafts (backpack, rope, etc) helps too
I think you should do a op guide on modded characters like that time you did the wuzzy OP GUIDE Or more multiplayer shenanigans like the car safety video
Slasher: uses it/its on wx instead of they/them in an attempt to misgender them 40% of nonbinary people: yay my preferred pronouns are finally becoming popular!!!
Lmao, nobody stole anything. Jazzy literally asked me if he could use my video in his and he added to it. Also ruins rushing has been a tactic in don't starve for years now
discord.gg/FMxnpRA5RF Join the cult. We've started human sacrifices!
LOBSTER THEORY th-cam.com/video/sMq7DhjhWHc/w-d-xo.html
What
Yo human sacrifices oh hell yeah
“Pull of your skin, i bet it’ll feel good” is pretty much wx’s rework lore right?
I get unreasonable amounts of joy from the Among Us Pig.
NAPOLEON
Comrades, you have heard already about the strange dream that I
had last night. But I will come to the dream later. I have something else
to say first. I do not think, comrades, that I shall be with you for many
months longer, and before I die, I feel it my duty to pass on to you such
wisdom as I have acquired. I have had a long life, I have had much
time for thought as I lay alone in my stall, and I think I may say that I
understand the nature of life on this earth as well as any animal now
living. It is about this that I wish to speak to you.
“Now, comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face
it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. We are born, we are
given just so much food as will keep the breath in our bodies, and those
of us who are capable of it are forced to work to the last atom of our
strength; and the very instant that our usefulness has come to an end
we are slaughtered with hideous cruelty. No animal in England knows
the meaning of happiness or leisure after he is a year old. No animal in
England is free. The life of an animal is misery and slavery: that is the
plain truth.
“But is this simply part of the order of nature? Is it because this
land of ours is so poor that it cannot afford a decent life to those who
dwell upon it? No, comrades, a thousand times no! The soil of England
is fertile, its climate is good, it is capable of affording food in
abundance to an enormously greater number of animals than now
inhabit it. This single farm of ours would support a dozen horses,
twenty cows, hundreds of sheep - and all of them living in a comfort
and a dignity that are now almost beyond our imagining. Why then do
we continue in this miserable condition? Because nearly the whole of
the produce of our labour is stolen from us by human beings. There,
comrades, is the answer to all our problems. It is summed up in a
single word - Man. Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man
from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished
for ever.
“Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He
does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the
plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all
the animals. He sets them to work, he gives back to them the bare
minimum that will prevent them from starving, and the rest he keeps
for himself. Our labour tills the soil, our dung fertilises it, and yet there
is not one of us that owns more than his bare skin. You cows that I see
before me, how many thousands of gallons of milk have you given
during this last year? And what has happened to that milk which
should have been breeding up sturdy calves? Every drop of it has gone
down the throats of our enemies. And you hens, how many eggs have
you laid in this last year, and how many of those eggs ever hatched into
chickens? The rest have all gone to market to bring in money for Jones
and his men. And you, Clover, where are those four foals you bore, who
should have been the support and pleasure of your old age? Each was
sold at a year old - you will never see one of them again. In return for
your four confinements and all your labour in the fields, what have you
ever had except your bare rations and a stall?
“And even the miserable lives we lead are not allowed to reach
their natural span. For myself I do not grumble, for I am one of the
lucky ones. I am twelve years old and have had over four hundred
children. Such is the natural life of a pig. But no animal escapes the
cruel knife in the end. You young porkers who are sitting in front of
me, every one of you will scream your lives out at the block within a
year. To that horror we all must come - cows, pigs, hens, sheep,
everyone. Even the horses and the dogs have no better fate. You,
Boxer, the very day that those great muscles of yours lose their power,
Jones will sell you to the knacker, who will cut your throat and boil you
down for the foxhounds. As for the dogs, when they grow old and
toothless, Jones ties a brick round their necks and drowns them in the
nearest pond.
“Is it not crystal clear, then, comrades, that all the evils of this life
of ours spring from the tyranny of human beings? Only get rid of Man,
and the produce of our labour would be our own. Almost overnight we
could become rich and free. What then must we do? Why, work night
and day, body and soul, for the overthrow of the human race! That is
my message to you, comrades: Rebellion! I do not know when that
Rebellion will come, it might be in a week or in a hundred years, but I
know, as surely as I see this straw beneath my feet, that sooner or later
justice will be done. Fix your eyes on that, comrades, throughout the
short remainder of your lives! And above all, pass on this message of
mine to those who come after you, so that future generations shall
carry on the struggle until it is victorious.
“And remember, comrades, your resolution must never falter. No
argument must lead you astray. Never listen when they tell you that
Man and the animals have a common interest, that the prosperity of
the one is the prosperity of the others. It is all lies. Man serves the
interests of no creature except himself. And among us animals let there
be perfect unity, perfect comradeship in the struggle. All men are
enemies. All animals are comrades.
At this moment there was a tremendous uproar. While Major was
speaking four large rats had crept out of their holes and were sitting on
their hindquarters, listening to him. The dogs had suddenly caught
sight of them, and it was only by a swift dash for their holes that the
rats saved their lives. Major raised his trotter for silence.
“Comrades,” he said, “here is a point that must be settled. The
wild creatures, such as rats and rabbits - are they our friends or our
enemies? Let us put it to the vote. I propose this question to the
meeting: Are rats comrades?”
The vote was taken at once, and it was agreed by an overwhelming
majority that rats were comrades. There were only four dissentients,
the three dogs and the cat, who was afterwards discovered to have
voted on both sides. Major continued:
“I have little more to say. I merely repeat, remember always your
duty of enmity towards Man and all his ways. Whatever goes upon two
legs is an enemy. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a
friend. And remember also that in fighting against Man, we must not
come to resemble him. Even when you have conquered him, do not
adopt his vices. No animal must ever live in a house, or sleep in a bed,
or wear clothes, or drink alcohol, or smoke tobacco, or touch money, or
engage in trade. All the habits of Man are evil. And, above all, no
animal must ever tyrannise over his own kind. Weak or strong, clever
or simple, we are all brothers. No animal must ever kill any other
animal. All animals are equal.
“And now, comrades, I will tell you about my dream of last night. I
cannot describe that dream to you. It was a dream of the earth as it will
be when Man has vanished. But it reminded me of something that I
had long forgotten. Many years ago, when I was a little pig, my mother
and the other sows used to sing an old song of which they knew only
the tune and the first three words. I had known that tune in my
infancy, but it had long since passed out of my mind. Last night,
however, it came back to me in my dream. And what is more, the
words of the song also came back-words, I am certain, which were
sung by the animals of long ago and have been lost to memory for
generations. I will sing you that song now, comrades. I am old and my
voice is hoarse, but when I have taught you the tune, you can sing it
better for yourselves. It is called ‘Beasts of England’.”
Old Major cleared his throat and began to sing. As he had said, his
voice was hoarse, but he sang well enough, and it was a stirring tune,
something between ‘Clementine’ and ‘La Cucaracha’. The words ran:
Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland,
Beasts of every land and clime,
Hearken to my joyful tidings
Of the golden future time.
Soon or late the day is coming,
Tyrant Man shall be o’erthrown,
And the fruitful fields of England
Shall be trod by beasts alone.
Rings shall vanish from our noses,
And the harness from our back,
Bit and spur shall rust forever,
Cruel whips no more shall crack.
Riches more than mind can picture,
Wheat and barley, oats and hay,
Clover, beans, and mangel-wurzels
Shall be ours upon that day.
Bright will shine the fields of England,
Purer shall its waters be,
Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes
On the day that sets us free.
For that day we all must labour,
Though we die before it break;
Cows and horses, geese and turkeys
All must toil for freedom’s sake.
Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland,
Beasts of every land and clime,
Hearken well and spread my tidings
Of the golden future time.
@@poke8754 who the hell is gonna read all of that in a Don’t Starve Together Video.
@@jesuschrist.3349Clearly you have never read animal farm
Haha robot went downstairs fast
"Keep bashing it's head in and you should be fine." Video in a nutshell.
When I rush the ruins I like to make the thulecite medallion asap because it tells you the location of the ancient guardian, that way you wont be exploring the wrong branch and go back again, lose time and possibly freeze in the caves if you are doing a late 15-20 days ruins rush.
So next time you do an ancient guardian rush craft the thulecite medallion, that thing is no joke, it even tells you the location of the ancient key if you lost it.
Thx matw
Now learning how to rush ruins is easy, while actually executing the steps to rush ruins is hard
The hardest part about Ruins Rush isnt rushing the ruins, ITS FINDING THE DAMN RUINS AND THE LOCATIONS BEFORE THAT!
The OP Bearger rush guide
I don't think enough people appreciate how valuable it is to have an insulated backpack in early game is, it would be a nice way to preserve ingredients before setting up a kitchen.
Helpful items you can get along the way: bee crown, bone armor and canons so you can fight him safely from a boat also 5 weather pains to do more passive dmg while reloading the cannons
When I played WX for the first time like a month ago (got the game recently after playing DS for a very long time) I just laughed my head off as I stomped the ruins, other guy decided to just go do something else when he saw that I had it in the bag and that he was pretty much useless.
I love watching your videos so much 💀 im decent at the game but this keeps me interested.
Few things I would add to make the run a bit more based:
-Make two alchemy engines early if materials permit. One for basic crafts (lantern, hambat, armor) and pocket the other for Moggles when you reach the ruins.
-If you have a bit of silk and a Pot crafted, you can farm SurfNTurf using monster meat and eels.
-Embrace your inner Willow main and light all the Monkey Huts on your way out.
-Play Wigfrid: every other character is inferior.
Yo, tell me please how ro rush ruins with Wigfrid cuz i really want to give her a chance but i can't find a good healing source when blue mushrooms are not an option
@@Devine_37 I understand your pain, my child. Firstly, open your third eye by reciting a chant to the great God Wes. While other characters need pigskin, Wig just needs gold for armor/weapons. Spend the time that you would normally spend massacring pigs committing genocide against spiders. When I rush as Wigfrid, generally I just kill everything I see in the Overworld to get enough food for the run. Try to get at least 10 silk (if you're desperate, you can farm more in the Caves but I don't recommend it.) Use 6 to precraft a tent. Place said tent in a little "haven" in the ruins (you'll want a place without any fissures or monkeys up your butt.) Ideally, this will be near some ponds. Monster Meat + Tent = 6 full HP and Sanity restores. Now, if you're a true sigma male, you precrafted a CrockPot. This is where the other 4 silk comes in. Use it to craft 2 fishing rods. Now dredge up some eels and spam SurfNTurf by 2 Monster Meat + 2 eels. This dish will casually restore 60HP and 33 Sanity. Couple either of these tips with fair amounts of combat and you should be able to meet all your Health and Sanity needs.
Let's say, hypothetically, for the sake of argument, you were cringe. You forgot to farm silk and/or precraft a crockpot, and are now stranded in the ruins with barely any HP. Betas would recommend that you "cut your losses" and "return to the surface." 🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓 Well if you're on Wigfrid you're still in business. Craft a gold axe (or a normal axe if you stack no paper) and go to the marshes. There, just hold F on the first slurtle you see; they barely take any damage, you can stunlock them, AND you get Wigfrid's passive sanity/hp regen. As a last resort, farming Slurtles for HP is a viable option.
But sir
wigfridge is not based
@@mettatonfanboy What is more based than method acting, face tanking, and complete carnivorism?
@@twenty4689 Doing all of that by wes and surviving after that
Uploaded on my birthday, best video ever ♥️
Edit: used science, makes me sad.
Wigfrid best char for ruins rushing
HE DID IT!!!!!!!
Animal farm among us is so hilarious for some reason
I already know this is quality content.
Ohhh, I see what I do wrong, the main reason my ruins rushes always fail is because my inventory gets too full and I take too long to reach the surface, I forgot that I could just leave the ruins
I did a successful ruins rush as Wes once in a public server, but I lost all the progress because the game was about to update and the server got shut down 💀
Also: If you are doing a ruins rush in a public server, or a server not hosted by yourself, a pro gamer move is to leave the server everytime there is a nightmare phase, wait a few minutes and then join back when it's over
He hacked the system.
You should customize your pinned tabs for crafting. I have one dedicated to everyday stuff, like pickaxes, and another dedicated to alchemy rushing. Just putting the alchemy works since you can spam it, but putting the other crafts (backpack, rope, etc) helps too
Slasher's guide without epic merch and wacky science rush videoline? Nah nah nah I'ts not him
a stranger i remain
Your funny and informitive at the same time. Me like.
I can't thank you enough for correctly gendering WX-78.
that was that most stacked loot chest i have ever seen!
Make a video about rushing ruins by Wilson, please
I watched the animal farm movie because of you lol
Slasher, your content is hilarious and you're very handsome
WX my beloved
Slasher ? More like sharter.
S tier outro
If youd just add commentary would be cool you have the perfect narration your theories proves so
i want MORE adventures like how to hunt or how to be BETTER farmer :)
I wonder what is WX cookin on the ruins
Ah yes, mgr music for the guardian fight. Respect it
Dude what show are the among us pigs from?
Also, ayo Alex Bale reference? A man of culture.
Animal farm
i will do this
algorithm uhh umm uhh please algortighth
Ehm... I'VE FINALLY FOUND WHAT IIIIIIIIIII WAS LOOOOOOOOOKING FOOOOR
omg was that a fukin DS69 reference? NNNNNNNICE
W
Gerg
(Robo-dance)
Where is mega merch :(
Ehehehehehe reererererererererrererererer (sans noises)
I need moore
What bloody anime has that
I actually just ruins rushed on day 9 with a friend and it was fun (I was also funny man Wes teehee peepee)
YES, FREE GEARS
Comment for algorithm
Ты не хочешь перестать плевать в мой торт?
I NEED TO KNOW FROM WHAT MOVIE IS THE AMONG US PIG SOUND CLIP FROM
Animal farm
@@slasher3428 thank you Slasher, much apreciated
op wx gulde
Already did it a while ago. Twice actually
slasher, can you do the binding of isaac op guide
Im not sure my OP GUIDE format would work for binding of issac plus ive never played it before so im probably bad lol
@@slasher3428 :')
I think you should do a op guide on modded characters like that time you did the wuzzy OP GUIDE
Or more multiplayer shenanigans like the car safety video
wobstered
what's the piano soundtrack called?
If you mean the one at 4:01 it's "Devilman no uta" remix by The Musical Ghost
5:06 wait you can craft tenticle spikes? 😮
It counts as making it if you steal it from things that aren't people
the new crafting UI is so good, i genuinely dont get why everyone seems to hate it
no epic merch ?
I didn't have a chance!
@@slasher3428 better luck next time
Vandalism
roons
Bruh why was white beard in terraria
Because we can get much higher
@@slasher3428 💀💀💀💀
Rushing ruins doesnt feel that worth it personally.
It's a hit or miss tbh
3:01 THE ONE PIECE IS REAL!
5:28
E
How dare you use a stranger I remain and not use the lyrics part
It would've been awesome
Internal temperatures rising
The One Piece is real.
Slasher: uses it/its on wx instead of they/them in an attempt to misgender them
40% of nonbinary people: yay my preferred pronouns are finally becoming popular!!!
Let me guess... You saw how Jazzy stole your idea with King Crab and decided to stole his one of the main feature
rush the ruins
Lmao, nobody stole anything. Jazzy literally asked me if he could use my video in his and he added to it. Also ruins rushing has been a tactic in don't starve for years now
Hear that fellows? Jazzy invented ruins rushing XD
кринжанул
don't get me wrong, dudes
It was sarcasm...
Play islets
Not First :(
First?