Everyday I wake up and realize that my skin keeps getting in the way. One of these days I shall have it removed and made into a balloon.
I fuckin' hate when this happens in Paradox games. Apparently, this playthrough goes until the year 1819, and I'm only in the latter half of the sixteenth century. God damn, I'll be able to take over the friggin' world by then at this rate.
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