Do People Actually Read The Shit I Say? Or Did I Just Imagine All Of You?

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

- 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

Map of Mezos Prime.

Her eyes shine like predatory gaze, caught in the unflinching light. Terrifying. Beautiful.

Blood down her lips. Fresh, with the heat of life still so present it makes the winter air steam in small and frail ribbons. Frailer than the pumping, slowing heartbeat in the chest of her prey. Red-black splashed down her face, throat, breasts. Smeared elegantly.

Flexing fingers curled. Taloned. Dexterous in intimacy, fatal in killing: one united art from. She will not be conquered, or tamed. No mastery here in the wild, in the frightful dark under uncaring stars.

The eyes stare back. Cunning moons set in dark skin. Alien. Infinite.

The obelisk remains

Join our Church, in blood and flesh

Join our Covenant, in steel and iron

Join our Brotherhood, in lightning and flame

The obelisk remains

It calls to you

Helluva job. Hoping to do this well when I do banners for my Marshland Carnivores.

I know no one here follows me for or particularly cares about D&D minis but LOOK at this SKIRT I painted today