Shite Like This Has Been Going On In The Area Since Israel Was Created In 1948. It Was Only When Hamas

Shite like this has been going on in the area since Israel was created in 1948. It was only when Hamas retaliated in oct. 7, did we actually talk about the ongoing genocide and colonization of peoples that had a much better claim to the region they called home, and Palestine pre Israel had been helped by Jewish people to create a working, stable and thriving society. It was only when antisemites in Europe caused the creation of an ethnostate did it become the way it is today.

Israel doesn't care about Judaism, it only cares about sucking the cock of America and genociding the people that had lived there for generations.

Why they gotta make my boy Nero join V?

Based on a mini-convo me and @graphic-mistake had on Discord

He's not wrong.

Queek works for my favorite chaos god: KHORNE

{Drabble} A Headtaker’s Bloody Fate

Queek had laid upon the field of battle with Skarbrand for a long while. His clanrats and even Stormvermin had long since ran off, claimed by Skarbrand’s Bloodletters, or burned alive within their own warrens. The field was soaked with blood, dusted with ash and bone-splinters, and stank of death itself. And yet Queek laid as the sole survivor of this massacre.

Why? Did Skarbrand have some sort of ulterior motif for him? Was it for the mere sake of humiliation? Or was it simply just because he could? No one could tell the Bloodthirster’s reasoning, maybe not even he himself. But for now, Queek laid there, soaked in blood and with a still burning Skull Mark upon his torso, which still smoldered with idle embers upon the tufts of fur around the scarred areas. Slowly, but surely, he began to mentally stir… but, he did not feel like himself.

“H-Hhrrffhhhrh… w-where… where is Queek?” he grumbles as he’d groggily stand up, his head feeling light and airy as he’d grab his helmet-covered skull, wobbling to and fro. “Queek… Queek not feel-feel right… feel… tired.” he’d shake his head as much as he could, but no avail. He was still light-headed. He’d snarl in frustration, stomping on the ground for a while, before he’d notice the mark on his chest, his chestplate having fallen off in the same outline as the mark upon his now bare body. “W-What is–”

 “Hrm. Peculiar…” a voice came from seemingly nowhere. “To think that that exiled fool would bother himself with placing a mark upon such a meager life… feh. No matter. Skarbrand does not see what I can see… and I see a lot within you, little ratling.”

“W-Who goes-goes there!? Speak-squeak, and show yourself!!” Queek hisses out, gnawing and thrashing his jaws at thin air as he barks out his words, fumbling for his maul as he raises it up.

 “SILENCE, VERMIN! You do not know whom you dare so boldly speak up to! I am death, bloodshed, carnage, and slaughter incarnate. The Greatest of the Ruinous Powers. The Lord of Rage, Blood, Murder and Skulls. I. Am. Khorne. And I see a lot of potential within you, Skaven.” as the voice spoke up, it surprisingly hushed Queek to a mere muttering growl, but he remained quiet for the voice to speak. “Good. Even a vermin such as you knows when to listen. You bear the mark of the Ruinous Powers. The Mark of Skulls. My mark. I have little doubt that Skarbrand meant it as nothing but a mark of shame upon your being… but I can bring out its true potential. All I ask in return… is a simple thing. A thing so simple even you cannot reject it.”

“Thing? What thing-thing?!” Queek speaks up finally, snarling a bit in frustration. “Speak-squeak clear words, unseen-thing! Queek has no time for nasty in-the-shadows deals!”

 “Hmf. Impatient and crass. You remind me so much of Skarbrand. Very well. All I ask… is of you to become a weapon. A weapon so fierce, that even the otherworldly entities of this world TREMBLE at your mere name! To let the name of Headtaker ring in the skulls of your eternal enemies down the EONS! To spill flesh and guts in my name wherever you go, and leave NO survivors, and take NO prisoners! THAT, is all I ask! What say you!?”

Queek remained silent for the longest while in his life. What was he to say to such a deal? He had never been too much for believing in gods or deities, not even in the Great Horned Rat himself. So why start now? But then again… he had never said no to causing carnage and bloodshed, so why stop that now? Finally, he’d just stare into the empty skies above, as if Khorne was somehow there, and-

“Hhrrhhh, yes, fine-fine! Queek accepts! Queek will keep kill-killing and claim skulls for his trophy-rack! For Queek… and for Khorne!”

 “Then let it be so.”

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I've been making a sci-fi universe similar to 40k but less grim dark in comparison. This is one of the first characters I think I really fleshed out with backstory and concept.

Name: Cassius Amebilia

Occupation: Prince (third in line after his brother Maximus) of Canis Imperium; Commissar of the 157th Mixed Shock Legion "Dreadnoughts"

Age: 21

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: bisexual

Religion: Devout Roman Catholic

Race: Canid (Mix of Shiba Inu and Golden Retriever)

Hair Color: Crimson Red (natural)

Hairstyle: messy front with ponytail and 5 o'clock shadow.

Background: Cassius is the younger twin of the Canid Imperial Family in the 28th century. With a devil-may-care attitude and disdain of the b1ckering nobility, Cassius prefers to spend his days outside the stuffy confines of the Imperial Palace with the presence of commoners. It's here in the bustling streets of the Imperial Capital of Canis Prime that makes Cassius feel at home.

It was here that Cassius found himself and his people. He never knew his mom, who had died when she brought him into the world, and strived to know all about her. Twist: Both he and his older brother Maximus are half daemonic (only their dad knows about this secret). Their dad, Lucius, couldn't have kids. Because of this, he turned to the 9 gods of ruin (think the chaos gods from warhammer) to give him heirs.

The gods eagerly accepted this opportunity and told him to give them suitable DNA to sculpt into the perfect vessels. The DNA offered was that of an Ancient Canid Emperor and Imperium founder named Nippotus III. The ruinous deities were appalled at first by the offering of their greatest foe but seized the moment to sculpt these unborn legends into their liking.

Using the DNA of the ancient emperor and the vessel of a punished succubus, Cassius and Maximus were born two years apart in the grand halls of the Imperial Palace.

Cassius grew up knowing something was different between him and everyone else, but never could put his finger on it. That was until he was at a fraternity party with his friend Galen. They had crashed the party to celebrate before they went off to enlist in the Imperial Army.

They had celebrated too hard, with the two sharing a kiss and spending an intimate night in one of the bedrooms at the frat party. It was this night that awakened Cassius' realization that he's not entirely straight, and this awakening changed the rest of his life.

Time skip to now, and Cassius is a commissar legatus of the 157th Mixed Shock Legion, nicknamed the dreadnoughts. He leads the greatest band of shock troopers clad in Crimson Armour, a soft nod to his hair color and fiery personality. His 2nd in Command is Elaria Stokas, a felinid Calico who attended the same Officers Academy despite not being royalty.

Weapons:

- Crimson Angel: a laser revolver that holds magazines worth 20 shots. A button on his trigger guard allows him to overcharge the mag into firing one devastating beam that destroys the mag in the process.

- Daemon Splitter: a sword made with the finest high quality scrap metal from the slums of the Imperial Capital. The hilt is a motorcycle handle that when twisted, heats the blade. When heated, the sword melts through Armour with deadly precision and can cauterize wounds if twisted for a third time.

- Divine Judgement: When Cassius was born, he was born with a defect that left him with only one functioning hand on his right as the left was just a stub at where the elbow is located. To treat this, a robotic prosthetic was grafted to expand his capabilities. Unknown to everyone except Cassius and the 157th, his arm summons a phantom claw using his daemonic energy that acts like Nero's devil bringer in DMC 4 (however they all think it's divine energy, hence it being called Divine Judgement).

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 224 lbs.

Inspiration(s): Nero from DMC, Shanks from One Piece, Shoto from MHA, and somewhat Hellboy from Hellboy.

If there's any questions, lemme know and I can answer them best I can. I will make more characters and expand on the Canis Imperium, but this was time-consuming ( it took me 2 hours to type this wall of text)

My family is still staying in half of the church that wasn’t affected by the bombing because there is nowhere else to stay other than tents. They are limited to one small meal a day and one shower a week. They are sleeping on the floors, but no one can sleep since there is bombing everywhere around them. Even when there is no bombing, they can still hear the loud buzzing sound of the military planes above them, which would keep anyone who hears it awake. Along with everything, My grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis, so she can’t walk. She has to take her insulin medication along with many others; however, she has run out of many of her medications.” Am on my knees requesting for donation. Target $950

I'm truly sorry, but I don't have the money to donate like that.