- Jet Pack/thrusters

- jet pack/thrusters

- personal modular fusion reactor

- electromagnetic shield projector

- directed energy wrist mount

- exoskeletal enhancement systems

- psionic magnification array

- cleaver/sidearm

- gravitational grenades

- stealth systems (invisibility/warp)

- regenerative second skin

Been painting some cool models for a custom army of wetland dinosaurs!

Do people actually read the shit I say? Or did I just imagine all of you?

Teeth at my throat, fingers in my hair. A voice chill as the winter we’re in, every breath and gasp and pleasurable sound we make turning the air steaming.

Hissed encouragement, the pulse and roar of blood, fingertips hot as flames.

Words and sentences vaporized, coherent thoughts obliterated, my mind sparking, dying, lost in each ravenous entanglement.

The snow is everywhere, frigid, beautiful. Bare trees claw up at the endlessly dark night, and the stars watch us with envy, feeling each motion, each buildup of pressure, each erupting release.

The sky turns. The Moon soars.

Teeth at my throat, fingers in my hair.

It never ends.

My eyes serve no purposes, and yet I can see clearly

My fingertips are locked behind cold metal, unfeeling, but still I can touch immeasurable beauty

My mouth is broken and chained, sown with gnarly zeal, my words do not yield

My brain lobotomized from steel spikes and electric thorns, and my thoughts care little as they conduct themselves into frenzied virtuoso

I am in great pain— joy reaches inside me, motions my marionette strings

Within me resides only Darkness, but there in it I feel sickly Light, worming and pulsing, hot with life, probing at my depths

Map of Mezos Prime.