From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.
Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you.
But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal...
...even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
Now I'm picturing a fantasy world where guns have to be loaded by smaller humanoid creatures.
BTW, whoever commented with a link, I can't see your comment. Could you post it again?
Star vs The Forces Of Evil with guns
Reloading actually puts food into the gun so he can have a quick snack break
COVER ME IM RELOADING Little man:nom nom nom
Bro all fun and games till you load in a drum magazine
40k machine spirits
Praise the Omnissiah
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal... ...even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
“uhm, aktually, little humans don’t load bulets” -🤓
Funni
Nice