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World New Thesead

Discussion in 'General Suggestions' started by Emogla3, Nov 24, 2021.

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shit on the streets

  1. shit on the streets

    65 vote(s)
    87.8%
  2. what no

    9 vote(s)
    12.2%
  1. Emogla3

    Emogla3 az is bad 2: the movie VIP

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    Thesead has been reworked! That's cool, I guess, but I still have some things I want to point out about the new version of Thesead and how I think it could be improved.

    I am not going to continue the stupid EO trend; instead, what I will state is that most new builds look really similar to my eye. This isn't necessarily bad, it's simply the new build style the Wynncraft team has started to use.

    The gripe which I have with Thesead is that it looks... too clean. The new build style is very clean, square and colorful, and while it's fine for the other towns, it doesn't work here in my opinion. This is a coal mining town in a mountainous region, and I think it would be thematically better for the city to be dirtier. Those fine and polished stone pillars and towers simply do not fit. We see little of the streets in the picture, but for what I can see, they appear to be made of clean patches of different rock materials. Why shouldn't there be traces of coal and other rocks in the streets? Why shouldn't you cut a bit off on the smoothness and add some varying blocks in the stone structures to make them look somewhat "rough"?

    Hell, why shouldn't we throw some shit in the streets; that's what the people did in medieval times.

    (note: for anyone wondering, i do not actually want shit on the streets. voting "shit on the streets" in the poll simply means that you support the main suggestion. (i cannot change the poll help))
     
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  2. DaCorruption

    DaCorruption Serves Dern. HERO

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    Simply and eternally correct.
    The streets of Thesead should be covered, no, CAKED in shit. There is literally no reason why Thesead should just look like a clean metropolis in the middle of fuck all nowhere. It's a small mining town in a disadvantageous position, so there's likely not much trade going in, meaning that it's poorer, which also leads to it being dirtier, hence: more shit.

    I mean, put yourself in the shoes of a citizen in Thesead, if you would be so kind. A fucking gas explosion just happened in the mines and you're out of a job. Some stupid fucking fleris shitting itself means that you can't buy bread and feed your family. So, you'll be stressed and worried, that your wife and children will starve to death or that you'll have to join the bandits to even earn a living. And when you're stressed, what do you get?

    Loads and loads of shit.

    At this point, you'll be shitting yourself even harder than that fleris was. The house will be absolutely inundated with your shit somehow, even though you haven't eaten in days, and since Thesead doesn't have plumbing (the Thesead Mayor wanted to introduce plumbing but she was threatened by her son Ardulf, if she were to add toilets to the city Ardulf would report the existence of Eltom to Cinfras, the truth is that Ardulf is into that poop stuff) you're either have to wallow in shit for the rest of your days in your own house, or get rid of it somehow.

    So, you grab a bucket, at one point you used it to carry coal in and out of the mines but that's not possible anymore, and start scooping shit out of the house and off the window like you were an archeologist digging to uncover an Olmic ruin. Except you're digging through shit to uncover your 7th child who you're pretty sure has been buried under a gigantic mound of shit. Eventually, as you keep shoveling shit out of your window and onto the streets, you end up pissing off the local mafia who had been using the dark alleyway under your house as a meeting spot to sell shrooms and Elven aphrodisiacs and what not.

    The Thesead mafia bursts into your house and threatens you: stop shoveling shit out of your fucking window or your wife and children will turn into target practice.
    You agree, reluctantly, but of course the stress keeps pushing against your mind and it overwhelms you. So, not seeing any other way to escape the pain of starvation and now mafia threatening, you go back to creating mountains and mountains of shit even though again you haven't eaten in weeks. Almost as if the shit was just getting spontaneously generated in your rectum and it was getting teleported inside of you from a shit dimension of sorts, and the Shit God was looking down onto you, as if you angered it somehow.

    And the cycle continues another time: you grab a shovel and go from being a coal miner to a shit miner, throwing your smelly shit onto the alleyway, not caring about what those criminals think, because the desire to shovel shit out of the window overrides any moral and legal codes that are imposed onto you. So, again, you get in trouble with the mafia. This time, however, you've had your warning and you squandered it.

    The mob boss breaks into your house again, takes your wife and kids and takes them to Bovine-knows-where, then after some weeks they give you their bodies back: your lovely family has just been turned into fucking swiss cheese from how much those mafia pieces of (not actual) shit went monkey mode with their bows.

    Seeing the battle as lost, you decide to go out with a bang, because even though you alone can't beat the mafia, maybe the people can. You throw yourself out of the window, intent on sparing yourself the pain and uncertainty of the future. Then, fuck you remember that the street below you has been caked in so much shit that it acts as a cushion against fall damage. Oh well. Might as well go out the simple, old fashioned way at this point then.

    The people of Thesead hear about your sacrifice and turn you into a deity, a martyr, placing you atop the Pantheon of Defecation and venerating you. So, as an act of defiance against the evil mob, the people of Thesead begin shitting all over the streets, covering the entire city in shit and making it impossible to navigate both for the mafia and for the people themselves. Shitting has by now become a ritual and every citizen is forced to do it, lest they become social outcasts. Basically, the city is bombarded with shit overnight. Not being able to bear the shit and the stench, the mob packs their (not actual) shit and leaves Thesead: the city is safe, finally, and it is all thanks to you. Yet, one could only ask... At what cost?

    TL;DR: Fill Thesead with shit in the streets.

    What the fuck did I just write
     
  3. Skylaar

    Skylaar The war has only begun...

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    Simply and eternally correct.
    The streets of Thesead should be covered, no, CAKED in shit. There is literally no reason why Thesead should just look like a clean metropolis in the middle of fuck all nowhere. It's a small mining town in a disadvantageous position, so there's likely not much trade going in, meaning that it's poorer, which also leads to it being dirtier, hence: more shit.

    I mean, put yourself in the shoes of a citizen in Thesead, if you would be so kind. A fucking gas explosion just happened in the mines and you're out of a job. Some stupid fucking fleris shitting itself means that you can't buy bread and feed your family. So, you'll be stressed and worried, that your wife and children will starve to death or that you'll have to join the bandits to even earn a living. And when you're stressed, what do you get?

    Loads and loads of shit.

    At this point, you'll be shitting yourself even harder than that fleris was. The house will be absolutely inundated with your shit somehow, even though you haven't eaten in days, and since Thesead doesn't have plumbing (the Thesead Mayor wanted to introduce plumbing but she was threatened by her son Ardulf, if she were to add toilets to the city Ardulf would report the existence of Eltom to Cinfras, the truth is that Ardulf is into that poop stuff) you're either have to wallow in shit for the rest of your days in your own house, or get rid of it somehow.

    So, you grab a bucket, at one point you used it to carry coal in and out of the mines but that's not possible anymore, and start scooping shit out of the house and off the window like you were an archeologist digging to uncover an Olmic ruin. Except you're digging through shit to uncover your 7th child who you're pretty sure has been buried under a gigantic mound of shit. Eventually, as you keep shoveling shit out of your window and onto the streets, you end up pissing off the local mafia who had been using the dark alleyway under your house as a meeting spot to sell shrooms and Elven aphrodisiacs and what not.

    The Thesead mafia bursts into your house and threatens you: stop shoveling shit out of your fucking window or your wife and children will turn into target practice.
    You agree, reluctantly, but of course the stress keeps pushing against your mind and it overwhelms you. So, not seeing any other way to escape the pain of starvation and now mafia threatening, you go back to creating mountains and mountains of shit even though again you haven't eaten in weeks. Almost as if the shit was just getting spontaneously generated in your rectum and it was getting teleported inside of you from a shit dimension of sorts, and the Shit God was looking down onto you, as if you angered it somehow.

    And the cycle continues another time: you grab a shovel and go from being a coal miner to a shit miner, throwing your smelly shit onto the alleyway, not caring about what those criminals think, because the desire to shovel shit out of the window overrides any moral and legal codes that are imposed onto you. So, again, you get in trouble with the mafia. This time, however, you've had your warning and you squandered it.

    The mob boss breaks into your house again, takes your wife and kids and takes them to Bovine-knows-where, then after some weeks they give you their bodies back: your lovely family has just been turned into fucking swiss cheese from how much those mafia pieces of (not actual) shit went monkey mode with their bows.

    Seeing the battle as lost, you decide to go out with a bang, because even though you alone can't beat the mafia, maybe the people can. You throw yourself out of the window, intent on sparing yourself the pain and uncertainty of the future. Then, fuck you remember that the street below you has been caked in so much shit that it acts as a cushion against fall damage. Oh well. Might as well go out the simple, old fashioned way at this point then.

    The people of Thesead hear about your sacrifice and turn you into a deity, a martyr, placing you atop the Pantheon of Defecation and venerating you. So, as an act of defiance against the evil mob, the people of Thesead begin shitting all over the streets, covering the entire city in shit and making it impossible to navigate both for the mafia and for the people themselves. Shitting has by now become a ritual and every citizen is forced to do it, lest they become social outcasts. Basically, the city is bombarded with shit overnight. Not being able to bear the shit and the stench, the mob packs their (not actual) shit and leaves Thesead: the city is safe, finally, and it is all thanks to you. Yet, one could only ask... At what cost?
     
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  4. Wommby

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    Simply and eternally correct.
    The streets of Thesead should be covered, no, CAKED in shit. There is literally no reason why Thesead should just look like a clean metropolis in the middle of fuck all nowhere. It's a small mining town in a disadvantageous position, so there's likely not much trade going in, meaning that it's poorer, which also leads to it being dirtier, hence: more shit.

    I mean, put yourself in the shoes of a citizen in Thesead, if you would be so kind. A fucking gas explosion just happened in the mines and you're out of a job. Some stupid fucking fleris shitting itself means that you can't buy bread and feed your family. So, you'll be stressed and worried, that your wife and children will starve to death or that you'll have to join the bandits to even earn a living. And when you're stressed, what do you get?

    Loads and loads of shit.

    At this point, you'll be shitting yourself even harder than that fleris was. The house will be absolutely inundated with your shit somehow, even though you haven't eaten in days, and since Thesead doesn't have plumbing (the Thesead Mayor wanted to introduce plumbing but she was threatened by her son Ardulf, if she were to add toilets to the city Ardulf would report the existence of Eltom to Cinfras, the truth is that Ardulf is into that poop stuff) you're either have to wallow in shit for the rest of your days in your own house, or get rid of it somehow.

    So, you grab a bucket, at one point you used it to carry coal in and out of the mines but that's not possible anymore, and start scooping shit out of the house and off the window like you were an archeologist digging to uncover an Olmic ruin. Except you're digging through shit to uncover your 7th child who you're pretty sure has been buried under a gigantic mound of shit. Eventually, as you keep shoveling shit out of your window and onto the streets, you end up pissing off the local mafia who had been using the dark alleyway under your house as a meeting spot to sell shrooms and Elven aphrodisiacs and what not.

    The Thesead mafia bursts into your house and threatens you: stop shoveling shit out of your fucking window or your wife and children will turn into target practice.
    You agree, reluctantly, but of course the stress keeps pushing against your mind and it overwhelms you. So, not seeing any other way to escape the pain of starvation and now mafia threatening, you go back to creating mountains and mountains of shit even though again you haven't eaten in weeks. Almost as if the shit was just getting spontaneously generated in your rectum and it was getting teleported inside of you from a shit dimension of sorts, and the Shit God was looking down onto you, as if you angered it somehow.

    And the cycle continues another time: you grab a shovel and go from being a coal miner to a shit miner, throwing your smelly shit onto the alleyway, not caring about what those criminals think, because the desire to shovel shit out of the window overrides any moral and legal codes that are imposed onto you. So, again, you get in trouble with the mafia. This time, however, you've had your warning and you squandered it.

    The mob boss breaks into your house again, takes your wife and kids and takes them to Bovine-knows-where, then after some weeks they give you their bodies back: your lovely family has just been turned into fucking swiss cheese from how much those mafia pieces of (not actual) shit went monkey mode with their bows.

    Seeing the battle as lost, you decide to go out with a bang, because even though you alone can't beat the mafia, maybe the people can. You throw yourself out of the window, intent on sparing yourself the pain and uncertainty of the future. Then, fuck you remember that the street below you has been caked in so much shit that it acts as a cushion against fall damage. Oh well. Might as well go out the simple, old fashioned way at this point then.

    The people of Thesead hear about your sacrifice and turn you into a deity, a martyr, placing you atop the Pantheon of Defecation and venerating you. So, as an act of defiance against the evil mob, the people of Thesead begin shitting all over the streets, covering the entire city in shit and making it impossible to navigate both for the mafia and for the people themselves. Shitting has by now become a ritual and every citizen is forced to do it, lest they become social outcasts. Basically, the city is bombarded with shit overnight. Not being able to bear the shit and the stench, the mob packs their (not actual) shit and leaves Thesead: the city is safe, finally, and it is all thanks to you. Yet, one could only ask... At what cost?

    TL;DR: Fill Thesead with shit in the streets.
     
  5. Lex!

    Lex! :] QA GM CMD CHAMPION

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  6. Emogla3

    Emogla3 az is bad 2: the movie VIP

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  7. Linnyflower

    Linnyflower ironman btw HICH Master CHAMPION

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  8. SLScool

    SLScool Well-Known Adventurer

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    My guess is that that's changed at least a little in 1.21 (maybe I'll make a "Make Thesead a Coal Mining Town in a Mountainous Region Again" suggestion).
     
  9. ThedumbOX

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    Simply and eternally correct.
    The streets of Thesead should be covered, no, CAKED in shit. There is literally no reason why Thesead should just look like a clean metropolis in the middle of fuck all nowhere. It's a small mining town in a disadvantageous position, so there's likely not much trade going in, meaning that it's poorer, which also leads to it being dirtier, hence: more shit.

    I mean, put yourself in the shoes of a citizen in Thesead, if you would be so kind. A fucking gas explosion just happened in the mines and you're out of a job. Some stupid fucking fleris shitting itself means that you can't buy bread and feed your family. So, you'll be stressed and worried, that your wife and children will starve to death or that you'll have to join the bandits to even earn a living. And when you're stressed, what do you get?

    Loads and loads of shit.

    At this point, you'll be shitting yourself even harder than that fleris was. The house will be absolutely inundated with your shit somehow, even though you haven't eaten in days, and since Thesead doesn't have plumbing (the Thesead Mayor wanted to introduce plumbing but she was threatened by her son Ardulf, if she were to add toilets to the city Ardulf would report the existence of Eltom to Cinfras, the truth is that Ardulf is into that poop stuff) you're either have to wallow in shit for the rest of your days in your own house, or get rid of it somehow.

    So, you grab a bucket, at one point you used it to carry coal in and out of the mines but that's not possible anymore, and start scooping shit out of the house and off the window like you were an archeologist digging to uncover an Olmic ruin. Except you're digging through shit to uncover your 7th child who you're pretty sure has been buried under a gigantic mound of shit. Eventually, as you keep shoveling shit out of your window and onto the streets, you end up pissing off the local mafia who had been using the dark alleyway under your house as a meeting spot to sell shrooms and Elven aphrodisiacs and what not.

    The Thesead mafia bursts into your house and threatens you: stop shoveling shit out of your fucking window or your wife and children will turn into target practice.
    You agree, reluctantly, but of course the stress keeps pushing against your mind and it overwhelms you. So, not seeing any other way to escape the pain of starvation and now mafia threatening, you go back to creating mountains and mountains of shit even though again you haven't eaten in weeks. Almost as if the shit was just getting spontaneously generated in your rectum and it was getting teleported inside of you from a shit dimension of sorts, and the Shit God was looking down onto you, as if you angered it somehow.

    And the cycle continues another time: you grab a shovel and go from being a coal miner to a shit miner, throwing your smelly shit onto the alleyway, not caring about what those criminals think, because the desire to shovel shit out of the window overrides any moral and legal codes that are imposed onto you. So, again, you get in trouble with the mafia. This time, however, you've had your warning and you squandered it.

    The mob boss breaks into your house again, takes your wife and kids and takes them to Bovine-knows-where, then after some weeks they give you their bodies back: your lovely family has just been turned into fucking swiss cheese from how much those mafia pieces of (not actual) shit went monkey mode with their bows.

    Seeing the battle as lost, you decide to go out with a bang, because even though you alone can't beat the mafia, maybe the people can. You throw yourself out of the window, intent on sparing yourself the pain and uncertainty of the future. Then, fuck you remember that the street below you has been caked in so much shit that it acts as a cushion against fall damage. Oh well. Might as well go out the simple, old fashioned way at this point then.

    The people of Thesead hear about your sacrifice and turn you into a deity, a martyr, placing you atop the Pantheon of Defecation and venerating you. So, as an act of defiance against the evil mob, the people of Thesead begin shitting all over the streets, covering the entire city in shit and making it impossible to navigate both for the mafia and for the people themselves. Shitting has by now become a ritual and every citizen is forced to do it, lest they become social outcasts. Basically, the city is bombarded with shit overnight. Not being able to bear the shit and the stench, the mob packs their (not actual) shit and leaves Thesead: the city is safe, finally, and it is all thanks to you. Yet, one could only ask... At what cost?

    TL;DR: Fill Thesead with shit in the streets.

    What the fuck did I just write
     
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    Simply and eternally correct.
    The streets of Thesead should be covered, no, CAKED in shit. There is literally no reason why Thesead should just look like a clean metropolis in the middle of fuck all nowhere. It's a small mining town in a disadvantageous position, so there's likely not much trade going in, meaning that it's poorer, which also leads to it being dirtier, hence: more shit.

    I mean, put yourself in the shoes of a citizen in Thesead, if you would be so kind. A fucking gas explosion just happened in the mines and you're out of a job. Some stupid fucking fleris shitting itself means that you can't buy bread and feed your family. So, you'll be stressed and worried, that your wife and children will starve to death or that you'll have to join the bandits to even earn a living. And when you're stressed, what do you get?

    Loads and loads of shit.

    At this point, you'll be shitting yourself even harder than that fleris was. The house will be absolutely inundated with your shit somehow, even though you haven't eaten in days, and since Thesead doesn't have plumbing (the Thesead Mayor wanted to introduce plumbing but she was threatened by her son Ardulf, if she were to add toilets to the city Ardulf would report the existence of Eltom to Cinfras, the truth is that Ardulf is into that poop stuff) you're either have to wallow in shit for the rest of your days in your own house, or get rid of it somehow.

    So, you grab a bucket, at one point you used it to carry coal in and out of the mines but that's not possible anymore, and start scooping shit out of the house and off the window like you were an archeologist digging to uncover an Olmic ruin. Except you're digging through shit to uncover your 7th child who you're pretty sure has been buried under a gigantic mound of shit. Eventually, as you keep shoveling shit out of your window and onto the streets, you end up pissing off the local mafia who had been using the dark alleyway under your house as a meeting spot to sell shrooms and Elven aphrodisiacs and what not.

    The Thesead mafia bursts into your house and threatens you: stop shoveling shit out of your fucking window or your wife and children will turn into target practice.
    You agree, reluctantly, but of course the stress keeps pushing against your mind and it overwhelms you. So, not seeing any other way to escape the pain of starvation and now mafia threatening, you go back to creating mountains and mountains of shit even though again you haven't eaten in weeks. Almost as if the shit was just getting spontaneously generated in your rectum and it was getting teleported inside of you from a shit dimension of sorts, and the Shit God was looking down onto you, as if you angered it somehow.

    And the cycle continues another time: you grab a shovel and go from being a coal miner to a shit miner, throwing your smelly shit onto the alleyway, not caring about what those criminals think, because the desire to shovel shit out of the window overrides any moral and legal codes that are imposed onto you. So, again, you get in trouble with the mafia. This time, however, you've had your warning and you squandered it.

    The mob boss breaks into your house again, takes your wife and kids and takes them to Bovine-knows-where, then after some weeks they give you their bodies back: your lovely family has just been turned into fucking swiss cheese from how much those mafia pieces of (not actual) shit went monkey mode with their bows.

    Seeing the battle as lost, you decide to go out with a bang, because even though you alone can't beat the mafia, maybe the people can. You throw yourself out of the window, intent on sparing yourself the pain and uncertainty of the future. Then, fuck you remember that the street below you has been caked in so much shit that it acts as a cushion against fall damage. Oh well. Might as well go out the simple, old fashioned way at this point then.

    The people of Thesead hear about your sacrifice and turn you into a deity, a martyr, placing you atop the Pantheon of Defecation and venerating you. So, as an act of defiance against the evil mob, the people of Thesead begin shitting all over the streets, covering the entire city in shit and making it impossible to navigate both for the mafia and for the people themselves. Shitting has by now become a ritual and every citizen is forced to do it, lest they become social outcasts. Basically, the city is bombarded with shit overnight. Not being able to bear the shit and the stench, the mob packs their (not actual) shit and leaves Thesead: the city is safe, finally, and it is all thanks to you. Yet, one could only ask... At what cost?

    TL;DR: Fill Thesead with shit in the streets.

    What the fuck did I just write
     
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    Simply and eternally correct.
    The streets of Thesead should be covered, no, CAKED in shit. There is literally no reason why Thesead should just look like a clean metropolis in the middle of fuck all nowhere. It's a small mining town in a disadvantageous position, so there's likely not much trade going in, meaning that it's poorer, which also leads to it being dirtier, hence: more shit.

    I mean, put yourself in the shoes of a citizen in Thesead, if you would be so kind. A fucking gas explosion just happened in the mines and you're out of a job. Some stupid fucking fleris shitting itself means that you can't buy bread and feed your family. So, you'll be stressed and worried, that your wife and children will starve to death or that you'll have to join the bandits to even earn a living. And when you're stressed, what do you get?

    Loads and loads of shit.

    At this point, you'll be shitting yourself even harder than that fleris was. The house will be absolutely inundated with your shit somehow, even though you haven't eaten in days, and since Thesead doesn't have plumbing (the Thesead Mayor wanted to introduce plumbing but she was threatened by her son Ardulf, if she were to add toilets to the city Ardulf would report the existence of Eltom to Cinfras, the truth is that Ardulf is into that poop stuff) you're either have to wallow in shit for the rest of your days in your own house, or get rid of it somehow.

    So, you grab a bucket, at one point you used it to carry coal in and out of the mines but that's not possible anymore, and start scooping shit out of the house and off the window like you were an archeologist digging to uncover an Olmic ruin. Except you're digging through shit to uncover your 7th child who you're pretty sure has been buried under a gigantic mound of shit. Eventually, as you keep shoveling shit out of your window and onto the streets, you end up pissing off the local mafia who had been using the dark alleyway under your house as a meeting spot to sell shrooms and Elven aphrodisiacs and what not.

    The Thesead mafia bursts into your house and threatens you: stop shoveling shit out of your fucking window or your wife and children will turn into target practice.
    You agree, reluctantly, but of course the stress keeps pushing against your mind and it overwhelms you. So, not seeing any other way to escape the pain of starvation and now mafia threatening, you go back to creating mountains and mountains of shit even though again you haven't eaten in weeks. Almost as if the shit was just getting spontaneously generated in your rectum and it was getting teleported inside of you from a shit dimension of sorts, and the Shit God was looking down onto you, as if you angered it somehow.

    And the cycle continues another time: you grab a shovel and go from being a coal miner to a shit miner, throwing your smelly shit onto the alleyway, not caring about what those criminals think, because the desire to shovel shit out of the window overrides any moral and legal codes that are imposed onto you. So, again, you get in trouble with the mafia. This time, however, you've had your warning and you squandered it.

    The mob boss breaks into your house again, takes your wife and kids and takes them to Bovine-knows-where, then after some weeks they give you their bodies back: your lovely family has just been turned into fucking swiss cheese from how much those mafia pieces of (not actual) shit went monkey mode with their bows.

    Seeing the battle as lost, you decide to go out with a bang, because even though you alone can't beat the mafia, maybe the people can. You throw yourself out of the window, intent on sparing yourself the pain and uncertainty of the future. Then, fuck you remember that the street below you has been caked in so much shit that it acts as a cushion against fall damage. Oh well. Might as well go out the simple, old fashioned way at this point then.

    The people of Thesead hear about your sacrifice and turn you into a deity, a martyr, placing you atop the Pantheon of Defecation and venerating you. So, as an act of defiance against the evil mob, the people of Thesead begin shitting all over the streets, covering the entire city in shit and making it impossible to navigate both for the mafia and for the people themselves. Shitting has by now become a ritual and every citizen is forced to do it, lest they become social outcasts. Basically, the city is bombarded with shit overnight. Not being able to bear the shit and the stench, the mob packs their (not actual) shit and leaves Thesead: the city is safe, finally, and it is all thanks to you. Yet, one could only ask... At what cost?

    TL;DR: Fill Thesead with shit in the streets.

    What the fuck did I just write
     
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    Simply and eternally correct.
    The streets of Thesead should be covered, no, CAKED in shit. There is literally no reason why Thesead should just look like a clean metropolis in the middle of fuck all nowhere. It's a small mining town in a disadvantageous position, so there's likely not much trade going in, meaning that it's poorer, which also leads to it being dirtier, hence: more shit.

    I mean, put yourself in the shoes of a citizen in Thesead, if you would be so kind. A fucking gas explosion just happened in the mines and you're out of a job. Some stupid fucking fleris shitting itself means that you can't buy bread and feed your family. So, you'll be stressed and worried, that your wife and children will starve to death or that you'll have to join the bandits to even earn a living. And when you're stressed, what do you get?

    Loads and loads of shit.

    At this point, you'll be shitting yourself even harder than that fleris was. The house will be absolutely inundated with your shit somehow, even though you haven't eaten in days, and since Thesead doesn't have plumbing (the Thesead Mayor wanted to introduce plumbing but she was threatened by her son Ardulf, if she were to add toilets to the city Ardulf would report the existence of Eltom to Cinfras, the truth is that Ardulf is into that poop stuff) you're either have to wallow in shit for the rest of your days in your own house, or get rid of it somehow.

    So, you grab a bucket, at one point you used it to carry coal in and out of the mines but that's not possible anymore, and start scooping shit out of the house and off the window like you were an archeologist digging to uncover an Olmic ruin. Except you're digging through shit to uncover your 7th child who you're pretty sure has been buried under a gigantic mound of shit. Eventually, as you keep shoveling shit out of your window and onto the streets, you end up pissing off the local mafia who had been using the dark alleyway under your house as a meeting spot to sell shrooms and Elven aphrodisiacs and what not.

    The Thesead mafia bursts into your house and threatens you: stop shoveling shit out of your fucking window or your wife and children will turn into target practice.
    You agree, reluctantly, but of course the stress keeps pushing against your mind and it overwhelms you. So, not seeing any other way to escape the pain of starvation and now mafia threatening, you go back to creating mountains and mountains of shit even though again you haven't eaten in weeks. Almost as if the shit was just getting spontaneously generated in your rectum and it was getting teleported inside of you from a shit dimension of sorts, and the Shit God was looking down onto you, as if you angered it somehow.

    And the cycle continues another time: you grab a shovel and go from being a coal miner to a shit miner, throwing your smelly shit onto the alleyway, not caring about what those criminals think, because the desire to shovel shit out of the window overrides any moral and legal codes that are imposed onto you. So, again, you get in trouble with the mafia. This time, however, you've had your warning and you squandered it.

    The mob boss breaks into your house again, takes your wife and kids and takes them to Bovine-knows-where, then after some weeks they give you their bodies back: your lovely family has just been turned into fucking swiss cheese from how much those mafia pieces of (not actual) shit went monkey mode with their bows.

    Seeing the battle as lost, you decide to go out with a bang, because even though you alone can't beat the mafia, maybe the people can. You throw yourself out of the window, intent on sparing yourself the pain and uncertainty of the future. Then, fuck you remember that the street below you has been caked in so much shit that it acts as a cushion against fall damage. Oh well. Might as well go out the simple, old fashioned way at this point then.

    The people of Thesead hear about your sacrifice and turn you into a deity, a martyr, placing you atop the Pantheon of Defecation and venerating you. So, as an act of defiance against the evil mob, the people of Thesead begin shitting all over the streets, covering the entire city in shit and making it impossible to navigate both for the mafia and for the people themselves. Shitting has by now become a ritual and every citizen is forced to do it, lest they become social outcasts. Basically, the city is bombarded with shit overnight. Not being able to bear the shit and the stench, the mob packs their (not actual) shit and leaves Thesead: the city is safe, finally, and it is all thanks to you. Yet, one could only ask... At what cost?

    TL;DR: Fill Thesead with shit in the streets.

    What the fuck did I just write
     
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    Simply and eternally correct.
    The streets of Thesead should be covered, no, CAKED in shit. There is literally no reason why Thesead should just look like a clean metropolis in the middle of fuck all nowhere. It's a small mining town in a disadvantageous position, so there's likely not much trade going in, meaning that it's poorer, which also leads to it being dirtier, hence: more shit.

    I mean, put yourself in the shoes of a citizen in Thesead, if you would be so kind. A fucking gas explosion just happened in the mines and you're out of a job. Some stupid fucking fleris shitting itself means that you can't buy bread and feed your family. So, you'll be stressed and worried, that your wife and children will starve to death or that you'll have to join the bandits to even earn a living. And when you're stressed, what do you get?

    Loads and loads of shit.

    At this point, you'll be shitting yourself even harder thanthat fleris was. The house will be absolutely inundatedwith your shit somehow, even though you haven't eaten indays, and since Thesead doesn't have plumbing (theThesead Mayor wanted to introduce plumbing but shewas threatened by her son Ardulf, if she were to addtoilets to the city Ardulf would report the existence ofEltom to Cinfras, the truth is that Ardulf is into that poopstuff) you're either have to wallow in shit for the rest ofyour days in your own house, or get rid of it somehow.

    So, you grab a bucket, at one point you used it to carry coal in and out of the mines but that's not possible anymore, and start scooping shit out of the house and off the window like you were an archeologist digging to uncover an Olmic ruin. Except you're digging through shit to uncover your 7th child who you're pretty sure has been buried under a gigantic mound of shit. Eventually, as you keep shoveling shit out of your window and onto the streets, you end up pissing off the local mafia who had been using the dark alleyway under your house as a meeting spot to sell shrooms and Elven aphrodisiacs and what not.

    The Thesead mafia bursts into your house and threatens you: stop shoveling shit out of your fucking window or your wife and children will turn into target practice.
    You agree, reluctantly, but of course the stress keeps pushing against your mind and it overwhelms you. So, not seeing any other way to escape the pain of starvation and now mafia threatening, you go back to creating mountains and mountains of shit even though again you haven't eaten in weeks. Almost as if the shit was just getting spontaneously generated in your rectum and it was getting teleported inside of you from a shit dimension of sorts, and the Shit God was looking down onto you, as if you angered it somehow.

    And the cycle continues another time: you grab a shovel and go from being a coal miner to a shit miner, throwing your smelly shit onto the alleyway, not caring about what those criminals think, because the desire to shovel shit out of the window overrides any moral and legal codes that are imposed onto you. So, again, you get in trouble with the mafia. This time, however, you've had your warning and you squandered it.

    The mob boss breaks into your house again, takes your wife and kids and takes them to Bovine-knows-where, then after some weeks they give you their bodies back: your lovely family has just been turned into fucking swiss cheese from how much those mafia pieces of (not actual) shit went monkey mode with their bows.

    Seeing the battle as lost, you decide to go out with a bang, because even though you alone can't beat the mafia, maybe the people can. You throw yourself out of the window, intent on sparing yourself the pain and uncertainty of the future. Then, fuck you remember that the street below you has been caked in so much shit that it acts as a cushion against fall damage. Oh well. Might as well go out the simple, old fashioned way at this point then.

    The people of Thesead hear about your sacrifice and turn you into a deity, a martyr, placing you atop the Pantheon of Defecation and venerating you. So, as an act of defiance against the evil mob, the people of Thesead begin shitting all over the streets, covering the entire city in shit and making it impossible to navigate both for the mafia and for the people themselves. Shitting has by now become a ritual and every citizen is forced to do it, lest they become social outcasts. Basically, the city is bombarded with shit overnight. Not being able to bear the shit and the stench, the mob packs their (not actual) shit and leaves Thesead: the city is safe, finally, and it is all thanks to you. Yet, one could only ask... At what cost?

    TL;DR: Fill Thesead with shit in the streets.

    What the fuck did I just write
     
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