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Shoes of the Magi
Doom Orb
Spear of Desolation
Staff of Myrddin
Soul Reaver
Rod of Tahuti
Warrior's Blessing
Chalice of Healing
Blink Rune
Teleport Fragment
Warrior's Blessing
Spellbook
Healing Potion
Aim to have compleated soul reaver, if not compleate boots + chalic. The rest of the build order is up to you, but i would go tahuti and doom orb sooner rather than later. I would leave miridin till later.
Soul Reaver
Why did I make this?
Because why not
Who is going to use this build?
ME
What's the point in living?
Good question, hmm family and friends idk
Is this a good build?
IDK you tell me, I went 8,2,16 when using it
How do you build it?
See how to build.
Whats the rest of this section?
Stuff to get the character count up. Enjoy hamlet's soliquey as it is free to use in the public domain.
HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
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I think that your misunderstanding can be summed up as such. your definition of like = everyone else's definition of cringe-- a very awkward and uncomfortable situation
Over and out "frank n' beans, frank n' beans"
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