Taako's TAZ Taco Tales (complete taco plot) 

The power of bonds!

Oh shoot good point! Updated version maybe...

@@marenrobison6202 I know this is a year later, but IS THAT CANON??? BECAUSE IT THROWS A L L S O R T S OF MONKEY WRENCHES INTO THE LOVINGLY CRAFTED PLOTLINE THAT ONE GRIFFIN MCELROY HAS CREATED FOR US-

Ayah13 lmao you know, I wasn't planning to update it, but for that comment I might

@@marenrobison6202 No we need to _answer this question._ Did he retcon and now that entire interaction just Didn't happen? And if so does Taako never figure out spicy meat? But they count it as something he knows later,,, Hhhh-

so, cause it was actually a guard, that wasn't capenport, it was just some other npc, dav just took over the artifacts later in the campaign

*Taako

Ever since I first listened, I can’t hear “taco” as anything but “Taako”.

@@tylerburney8576 I have the same problem with the word ‘loop’ It all just sounds like ‘Lup’ to me now

I mean daily I quote taako’s words I mean I love Taako I live for Taako my life is centered around Taako

ToxicXNature its such a bummer that people complained that the taako taco subplot was disrespectful to the mexicans who invented it

Merle approaches the storm. His heart pounds in his chest, but his gaze remains resolute and firm as he stares directly into the millions of glowing white eyes set into the dark sky above him. Slowly, tendrils of blackness weave together, forming a shape before him: a tall, well-dressed man, gray hair trimmed as immaculately as always, suit clean and freshly ironed. Just like Merle remembers. And yet so, so _not._ John had never been a particularly warm man, but he had been friendly, in his own strangely charming way. He'd carried himself with a casual, defeated confidence - like his smile had gone through the wash just a few too many times, leaving it worn and faded but no less soft and comforting. This John was cold, stern, standing tall and strong (Merle's John had always had awful posture). He doesn't speak; he just watches, silently, waiting. And in this, in some small way, Merle sees his John. The slight tilt of the head, the light of curiosity in his dark eyes - taken together, it reminds Merle of when they would play chess. John would pause, deliberate, eyes flickering over the smooth pieces before delicately, gracefully, he'd pick one up and move it, not unlike a dancer gently playing out the actions of an act he'd done a thousand times... always waiting, always trying to think one step ahead, one move ahead, one planar system ahead... that's the man Merle knows. That's what gives him the strength and the courage to step closer, looking up to stare down The Hunger. He takes a breath... and reaches into his pocket. Slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact, he withdraws a small, vaguely cylinder-shaped object, wrapped in smooth shiny brown plastic. "John..." Merle reaches out and places the Snickers bar into his old friend's hand. "You're not you when you're hungry."

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@@Ray-hk1zm why does this sound so much like a fanfic

@@taakofromtv150 I mean it kinda is I guess??? It's more of a 'shitpost that I put way too much effort into' than anything else, but I mean. It's not Not a fanfic ghdj.

my first was called brook lynne

The first real character I played I named James Baxtion

This ain't no goof, son! This is the realest Taako that ever Taco'ed!

bartolomeo aproved 67 or 68 I think