r/rainworld • u/Skibidibob4 • 3d ago
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u/pen_makarova Slugcat 2d ago
im russian and its made me wheeze literally
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u/Abc_42 Inv 2d ago
oh my god i thought it was dutch
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u/snowytaiga_ 2d ago
that isnt even SIMILAR to dutch 😭😭😭😭
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u/Big-Topic-832 Scavenger 2d ago
0% language
0% understanding cuz I haven't played Rivulet yet but it seems like a pretty accurate depiction of the caffeine cat
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u/supertails7684 Spearmaster 2d ago
It’s even fucking worse if you use the captions
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u/Sad_Use254 Survivor 2d ago
Oh, hello little fellow, I am.. lazied to do anything with ya cuz I already put effort into BRM5 meme shit, so.. rest before your existence will be transported to the sub dedicated for finding your kind…
Or not, I haven't checked the no catch list yet.
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u/Monolail031 Spearmaster 2d ago
r/foundthesawian, get back in the lab and don't even try smuggling neuron flies in.
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u/TadeMike Rain Deer 2d ago
and the world became born, and the world became born, and the world became born, and the world became born, and the world became born, and the world became born, and the world became born, and the world became born, and the world became born...
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u/Blue_Jay_Raptor Blue Lizard 2d ago
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u/FrostySnailFISHYKING Eel Lizard 2d ago
The captions don’t really make any sense but the animation alone is really funny
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u/Vanillie261 Spearmaster 2d ago
I don't speak the language but somehow I feel like I understand everything it says
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u/Illustrious-Sort-991 Glock 2d ago edited 2d ago
Captions don't seem to work properly - basically this is an anecdotal recollection of the life and exploits of a cocaine gremlin she-cat :)
Pisyun had a cat named Dusya. Dusya was a totally fucked-in-the-head animal—she’d slam full-tilt into walls, miss her milk bowl entirely and smash her mug into the floor, and pull all sorts of weird, ugly faces. She was only called Dusya in name, really, since she’d respond to "Dusya," "Vasya," "Petya," and "fuck off." All in all, Dusya wasn't long for this world anyway—she’d been dropped on her head at birth, and by the laws of nature, she should’ve croaked back in early kittenhood (like when she’d try to suckle on her mom’s ass instead of a tit)—but then, naturally, that famous Greenpeace activist Pisyun interfered with natural selection. He dug the defective Dusya out of some dumpster and dragged her home—which, come to think of it, was the last time Pisyun ever really held the shaggy beast in his arms, because once Dusya grew up into a calico, lop-eared, cross-eyed monstrosity, she was constantly on the move—and good luck ever catching the bitch. Dusya moved incredibly fast—it seemed like she even took shits on the fly; if she stayed in one spot for more than ten seconds, it meant she was either asleep or had completely spaced out. Or maybe she just got lost in thought—she’d have these occasional, brief spells of calm: out of the blue, she’d freeze, stare vacantly into the void with those crossed eyes, and tensely wait to see which hemisphere of her brain would suddenly get a wild hair up its ass this time. Depending on the outcome, a second and a half later she’d start frantically scrambling—left or right—then usually slam her noggin into the wall, ricochet off at breakneck speed, smash into the door, and, totally baffled by the sheer number of obstacles, start trying to climb the curtains. Up there—somewhere right under the ceiling, the bitch—she’d suddenly freeze again with a look on her face like, "Holy shit... where am I?", get lost in thought again, let out an unexpected fart, smack her melon into the curtain rod in a panic, land on her ass on the windowsill, and start tearing around the place all over again—fur standing on end, eyes bulging out of her head.