A complete and up-to-date searchable list of all EU4 insult IDs.
Sending an insult gives the target country the ‘Diplomatic Insult’ casus belli on the insulter for 1 year. The target country also gets the opinion modifier “Insulted” towards the insulter for 10 years, worth Opinion.png −50 opinion with a yearly decay of +5.
Can your soldiers hit a barn yet, or do they still think muskets are clubs?
Do you have a flag?
Does [Root.Consort.GetName] know how many hand-maidens you keep in your chambers?
Furthermore, I believe that [Root.Capital.GetCapitalName] must be destroyed!
I give you a choice. You can be gutted, or decapitated!
I had another insult prepared for you, but I doubt you would be able to read it.
I hear that [Root.Monarch.GetName] is a devout follower of the [Root.religion.GetName], which will decide [From.Monarch.GetHerHis] fate in the next life. But it is the Emperor who will decide your fate in this life.
I hear your people are revolting. You have that in common.
I once owned a dog that was smarter than you
I suggest you change your uniform trousers to brown.
I will rain grapeshot all over you and you will choke on it. You're sunk, you blackguard.
I've heard your heir enjoys hunting. Do be careful, it would be such a shame if an unforeseen accident would happen.
If [Root.Monarch.GetName] fell into the Thames, that would be a misfortune. But if someone dragged [Root.Monarch.GetHerHim] out again, that would be a calamity.
If you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel!
In [From.GetName], '[Root.GetName]' is a word synonymous with manure.
In this great game we play, you are a mere pawn.
Is that sorry thing on your head what passes for a crown in [Root.GetName]?
It is a dangerous wonder how a heathen such as yourself acquire such a rich and prosperous land. Luckily that will soon be rectified.
It is time for the sun to set on the British empire.
It is time you left.
It is true, I admit, that [Root.GetName] is of greater extent than [From.GetName]. But you must agree that [From.Monarch.GetName] rules over men, while [Root.GetName] rules only over forests and mosquitoes.
It would be a shame if something were to happen to your Meissner porcelain...
Judgment day is upon us! The minions of Lucifer walk upon the earth- Oh. No, it is merely the [Root.GetAdjective].
Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
May you be sewn up alive in the belly of a dead camel.
May you succumb to Samsara and live a thousand lives without joy or enlightenment.
May your sky be filled with comets.
My last visit to the commode was vastly more enjoyable than dinner with the [Root.GetAdjective] ambassador.
No map can be a work of art as long as your nation is on it.
Not even seppuku could restore your honor.
O Sultan, Turkish devil and damned devil's kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself.
Oh look. There's some lovely filth over here.
One day, even [Root.GetAdjective] merchants will understand bookkeeping.
Our arrows will blot out the sun!
Perhaps my armies should find out if all roads truly lead to Rome.
Show your obedience to the Emperor and enjoy a happy life, or else you shall meet the Celestial Army!
So this is where pepper grows? It seems we have arrived just in time for a rich harvest...
Soon all your treasures will be ours, including that preposterous Turquoise chair you so treasure.
Tales of your misdeeds are told from Ireland to Cathay.
The [From.GetAdjective] throne shall not be sullied by your cursed and deformed line.
The [Root.GetAdjective] know nothing about running a state!
The dreadful state of your economy is a warning to all would-be rulers.
There is a problem most rife with [Root.GetName], and I suspect the cause are the [Root.Culture.GetName].
There is something rotten in the state of Denmark.
They say diamonds last forever, and you do seem to have a lot of them. Give us a few and we will find out if they can outlast your dynasty.
They say that German humor is no laughing matter.
We shall take your lives, and your freedom!
We will impale [Root.Monarch.GetName] on a spike, as we have done with your pathetic armies.
What are you going to do, bleed on me?
What did you just say to me, you scallywag? I have sailed the seven seas and have over a hundred confirmed boardings.
When our sons look back on today, it will be known that while you may have shaved off our beard, we will remove your arm.
When the account of our time is written by future generations, they will look at you with that mix of pity and disgust called compassion.
While we were building a civilization you have kept in hiding among the vagrants of the Deccan. Bow now or meet your end at the hands of the heirs of Timur and Genghis.
You are neither holy, nor Roman, nor an Empire.
You are the scourge of this earth and shall be hanged from your walls for what you've done!
You could have been a fine nation, if you had not been so preoccupied with killing each other over who was more related to the greatest murderer of our time.
You fight like a cow!
You fight like a dairy farmer!
You have haunted the waters of the Mediterranean for too long, cursed pirate!
You truly are the Sultan of Rum, you drunken swine!
You upstart tax collectors should know your place; being trampled under our horses!
Your [Root.Monarch.GetTitle] is an unlawful, unnatural, false, bastardly governor of the Church, the Ordinance of the Devil, petty Pope, anti-Christ, incarnate devil, cozening knave, and prolific liar.
Your blood will make the soil I take from you all the richer.
Your corpse will pave the path of progress, [Root.Monarch.GetName]!
Your eagle has two heads but not even one crown.
Your entire line suffers from delusions of adequacy.
Your kingdom is truly worth only a horse.
Your misdeeds so far are nothing but a petty sore. Correct them before they become infected beyond the point of help.
Your mother was a hamster and your father smells of elderberries!
Your walls will crumble before our cannon like sand before the sea.
[Root.GetAdjective] culture is something of an oxymoron, don't you think?
[Root.Monarch.GetName] is a proud, popish, presumptuous, profane, pestilent, pernicious prelate and usurper.
[Root.Monarch.GetName]'s head is as empty as a eunuch's underpants.