Here we are. What a day, in the life of a Necromunda spy salvager? Can you believe my ears? After ten thousand years alive, I am. Fighting, still, for victory. Unleavened bread is a dream that I had once far far away. I am a good person, that is what some people imply. That is nice. Toilet training for dummies. That is what I learnt to do. As a lawyer, years ago, mercy on the fools.
I have seen great broadcasts that cost more than a movie, wasted by indolence and insecurity. I became an economic advisor. And wow, is it expensive. Wow, is it rough? And wow is it stupid?
I bought an atom bomb. Now it’s worth pennies. I thought that was the endgame. Disused uncared for. Worthless. Like me when I thought of this.
Depression hurts, simple pain does too. Instinct is more than just compulsion. Pain lives without you and I am no trickster elf or eldar, trust me thank you. Ha ha. Or an Aeldari. How has the nomenclature changed? Guns and rifles, idiots can spell that.
But fighting with five animals or learning about them, has taught me much. And learning drunken boxing, was quite an event, left me very; scarred and relaxing but very uptight. Be careful what you wish for. In your underpants. Or underclothes. Remember I am a druid too.
And I can turn into an old tomcat, or moggie, I prefer tomcat for that silly pussy you prayed away her nights dreaming that I would die to her. Well here I am older. And wiser. I still have a friend.
And that is all one needs in the end.
Now under the depths of this Hive, I have seen Orks come, I have seen Cults form. And it all blamed on animal lovers. I don’t rape animals, they don’t need me inside them. I know I fight with a staff but I can use a good old fashioned single barrel pistol too, and what not a sawn off shotgun. Well that is what I use.
Don’t come knocking on my door. I am working for a Goddess and I have the permission of The Man In Charge. You all seem to worship.
Begone fool.
The Goliath laughed, and I said, buy the way and he blinked and he was dead.
I have seen great broadcasts that cost more than a movie, wasted by indolence and insecurity. I became an economic advisor. And wow, is it expensive. Wow, is it rough? And wow is it stupid?
I bought an atom bomb. Now it’s worth pennies. I thought that was the endgame. Disused uncared for. Worthless. Like me when I thought of this.
Depression hurts, simple pain does too. Instinct is more than just compulsion. Pain lives without you and I am no trickster elf or eldar, trust me thank you. Ha ha. Or an Aeldari. How has the nomenclature changed? Guns and rifles, idiots can spell that.
But fighting with five animals or learning about them, has taught me much. And learning drunken boxing, was quite an event, left me very; scarred and relaxing but very uptight. Be careful what you wish for. In your underpants. Or underclothes. Remember I am a druid too.
And I can turn into an old tomcat, or moggie, I prefer tomcat for that silly pussy you prayed away her nights dreaming that I would die to her. Well here I am older. And wiser. I still have a friend.
And that is all one needs in the end.
Now under the depths of this Hive, I have seen Orks come, I have seen Cults form. And it all blamed on animal lovers. I don’t rape animals, they don’t need me inside them. I know I fight with a staff but I can use a good old fashioned single barrel pistol too, and what not a sawn off shotgun. Well that is what I use.
Don’t come knocking on my door. I am working for a Goddess and I have the permission of The Man In Charge. You all seem to worship.
Begone fool.
The Goliath laughed, and I said, buy the way and he blinked and he was dead.
