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Heaven Au Radiostatic ✨ aka angelic redesigns :D I had so much fun figuring out what I wanted them to look like and after sitting in this idea for over 2 weeks I can finally say that I'm about 80% happy with the designs haha
Newsflash, the Admech have an augmentation to make them more racist.
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An excerpt taken from Fire Warrior, by Simon Spurrier, and published by Black Library on September 2003. The text reads as it follows:
of sophistication. Like some energistic equivalent of the gantry surrounding the powercore, the ship's logic engine was a structured gem: a perfectly aligned arrangement of operative tiers and commands, symmetrical and cohesive. Had his sense of awe been complete, he suspected, he might actually be impressed by the technology's complexity. As it was, the puritens surgery released a stream of disapproving endorphins into his mind, filling him with revulsion and making him all the more aware of the xenogens blatant disregard for the proper obeisance owed to the Machine God.
Mr. Rumble Tumble Drift King Daniel, streamer of greed,
You are a psychopath who STREAMS for money. Extorting the shadows of other palaces for unlimited money. We, the Phantom Thieves will take your distorted heart and make you pay the money you stole and the lives you ruined.
From, The #Chatimes
do you ever wonder what Nathan Wesninski was like as a child? I was thinking about this last night.
Obviously there’s an argument that he grew up in a bad household, trauma, etc
(CW: mild discussions of gore)
But isn’t it so much more interesting to imagine he had a healthy, loving home life growing up. Parents who cared and wanted to support him
But he found an early fascination with knives. Burning ants on the sidewalk with a magnifying glass. Crushing bugs between his fingers or ripping their legs off to watch them slowly die. Moving his way up to squirrels and birds. Neighborhood cats and dogs go missing and turn up in the owners driveway days later mutilated.
Seeking out a crowd of people at school he could use as a wall of muscle until he could escalate to further more extreme torment on other students.
Equally charming to all of the faculty and terrifying to other students lower on the food chain. Getting away with things because no one would rat on him out of fear and because they know the faculty wouldn’t believe that Nathan is capable of something like this. He’s a good kid, with good grades, lots of friends, and extracurriculars! He’s student body president!
People wanted to stay on Nathan’s good side, be his “friend” because if you were someone who he deemed valuable, you became untouchable. They’d all also seen how easily he could destroy someone’s reputation and sense of self. Students who ended up on the wrong side of Nathan were never the same again. He wielded both the power of popularity and fear. They were two sides of the same coin to him.
But his parents knew. Deep down. He scared them. The evidence was all around them: bloodied paper towels, smell of rot in the back shed, an unsettling look in Nathan’s eyes when he’d extend sympathies to the owners whose pets were recently found deceased after he’d helped them put up missing pet posters.
By the time they were willing to open their eyes to it, it was too late for them to try and save their kid. And eventually, too late for them to save themselves either.