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    Every age, it seems, is tainted by the greed of men. Rubbish, to one such as I, devoid of all worldly wants! Hmmm, I dunno, maybe it's just the way we are. I'll stick you in my prayers. A fine dark soul, to you..
    Image depicts a male clown reading a newspaper, the cover has the headline "FUN STOCKS IN FREE FALL", the photo in the newspaper depict a line of clowns, all sad, in a line, as if they were
    Epic action movie poster, the protagonist has it's back towards the viewer, he's a stereotypical tech bro armed with a screwdriver. On the distance, a huge computer server can be seen, it's LAN cables are behaving like wild tentacles. in quotes, the text "One last job", and the movie name is "MAINTENANCE", The protagonist, a man with an uncanny resemblance Tom Cruise, is looking back towards viewer, with a worried, and scarred face
    Realistic and dramatic shot of old and experienced surgeons doing surgery to a gaming PC, with a car battery providing life support
    Ah, you ignorant slaves. Finally taken notice have you? Of the power of my beloved Ocelotte, child of dragons. Well, I will not give him up. For he is all that I have.
    Photograph of a (featureless mannequim) in (tactical SWAT gear, unarmed).
    The fire... Coveter of the throne... I am Vendrick, ruler of Drangleic. Seeker of fire... deliverer of crowns... What do you see in the flames? Find the crowns, and your own answers. The crowns hold the strength of lords from times long past. Seek adversity. As befits you, seeker of fire, coveter of the throne. I'm no king. I am more fit to be a jester. I was unaware of my own blindness. We are feeble vessels, with feebler souls. We would cast aside the prop of life, only to face greater hardship. Are you another such fool? Or something more? I fail to see your design, young moth. I fail to see your design, wee moth. But I see very little these days.
    Oh, dear, another dogged contender. Welcome, Unkindled One, purloiner of Cinders. Mind you, the mantle of Lord interests me none. The fire linking curse, the legacy of lords, let it all fade into nothing. You’ve done quite enough, now have your rest.
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