'we hate the alien because he had naught but hate in his heart for us.'

'no wonder it hurt me, i'd expect nothing less from myself!'

Armoured in Faith, Shielded by Devotion and Armed with Purity of Purpose.

'In the embrace of great Nurgle'

'Forward, for the Greater Good!'

Dreams. Win or lose...I'm sure you could spend your whole life chasing one.

Return of the Protectorate of Petrichor V, bulwark of the Weak

skins of cute little robots that murder eachother for ...reasons

a confused man with big boi sword

sparked by the flames of ambition he Said 'Let Me Solo Him'

'one errant twitch...and kablooie!'

Formerly the Messenger Yan Vismok, now a Distortion after having realized that he has no true free will within the City

'On Petrichor V, Chillin' with da bois'