Today's challenge is all about The Witcher 3:
If ghouls could talk, what would they say to Geralt?
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Today's challenge is all about The Witcher 3:
If ghouls could talk, what would they say to Geralt?
For more challenges, check 20yearsof.cdprojektred.com/20challenges on Mondays and Thursdays! Rules can also be found there
"What the hell are you doing ? Please, please, please, stop burning my lunch !"
"Wasn't enough to spend your time to break our cozy nests... You're the worst dude ever..."
"Wasn't enough to spend your time to break our cozy nests... You're the worst dude ever..."
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"Is he a really grey haired? Or maybe he is already seasoned with salt specifically for us?
Yammy! Come close my precious!"
Yammy! Come close my precious!"
Mmm. delicious but could use a little salt.
Oh, someone's coming. A fresh meal must not be wasted, this one will not run away anywhere.
Come to me, white-haired .. oh he pulled out his sword, he's a witcher!
Finally, A Worthy Opponent , Our Battle Will Be Legendary!
Come on warrior. I'm here to kill you, or die by your hand ...
Ahh .. you hit me! uhh I can't feel my legs! My blood is everywhere ...
Uhh ... I ... feel ... cool ...
Oh, someone's coming. A fresh meal must not be wasted, this one will not run away anywhere.
Come to me, white-haired .. oh he pulled out his sword, he's a witcher!
Finally, A Worthy Opponent , Our Battle Will Be Legendary!
Come on warrior. I'm here to kill you, or die by your hand ...
Ahh .. you hit me! uhh I can't feel my legs! My blood is everywhere ...
Uhh ... I ... feel ... cool ...
What about if the ghoul was Eminem:
Geralt of Rivia, the real slim shady,
please stand up, please stand up,
I smell in a howling wind,
how you're reaching in, your breath is out.
A lonely wolf roaming broken lands,
the whirl of rage and steal - I dig it,
but when a herbalist in need turns her back on you,
you're going to pick it.
...
By the way, I thought witchers were sterile,
Law of Surprise?
Hah, that's not how you adopt a daughter!
Geralt of Rivia, the real slim shady,
please stand up, please stand up,
I smell in a howling wind,
how you're reaching in, your breath is out.
A lonely wolf roaming broken lands,
the whirl of rage and steal - I dig it,
but when a herbalist in need turns her back on you,
you're going to pick it.
...
By the way, I thought witchers were sterile,
Law of Surprise?
Hah, that's not how you adopt a daughter!
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