Dear viewers dear listeners,
This is the end of my faith in humanity. It has been a long time since I cared about me. No one but God and Goddess Gaea has loved me. And trouble is all that has ever brought me. Painful and slow is the death of cancer. Everyone has prayed I die of it. No one has prayed that I live. Or live past it. It is just death and that is the other side of the coin. Flip death back to start and never let go, never let the whole ‘human’ experience go. Remember that I have seen my fate. It is over soon. Do not quit on me human race. Oh to be reborn, no thank you. I feel like an alien. If I was one. This what I would be.
A strange space alien, with two arms extra. In a normal human shell, but alien in spirit and soul. A psychic presence of an entity without borders not, but really I am not a simple man. Manhood, womanhood, somedays I wonder why I am here. I know God gave me a task, and I killed evil daemons. I know Goddess Gaea was upset when I failed twice. But Satan is dead, a primarch type being. A half daemon that could alter the fabric of space and reality. He could do this easily, like a person peels an orange. He is dead now, and he can’t rearrange his fate forever,
I am an Eldar or Aeldari, space faring inquisitor, I am a being without a real father or mother. I came to the world by teleportation through space. I lived psychically around Jenni until she was ready to conceive, they I arrived and gave the world to me. Just being friendly to others has cost me much. I feel like a sycophant and a martial opponent. My economics are sound and so are my ethics because I have done mathematics and philosophy. I am sorry I have failed to lose at life not. Be aware that being an extraterrestrial how far from home. Is simply to be an Eldar or Aeldari ranger of farseeing.
I am a farseer from space, in a human body. I fight with a staff only and who can say if the warlocks of the Eldar or Aeldari are evil. They want war all the time. I have fought with staff and pistol a lot. Only for training, never to kill really, I wish to put that discretely. Only friendship is worth anything and everything it is not. Magic costs me lighters and reagents, tobacco or simply kalms I think it is called.
I am a ranger of what I would describe as a city, Underhive living. I ran a cropper or had trouble with my examiner. Now I am living for he is called the being, supreme, I am not a genestealer. I am not a four armed creature, and that would be tough to fight. I know that I cannot deal with a monster like that, but minor or heraldic daemon I can fight. I know how to use a sniper rifle or knew it once alright? But now with my staff, little t-shirt save armour, my nice shoes, a hood (psychic or not) and water pistol at home. I feel I can live now I have respect (unlike others Gaea from the outset).
Winning big is not everything I played for I also played for Gaea and God Himself. I played to make them the riches two Gods in eternity. Finally having come from the land of the free and the brave (and the economically sound). I know I can summon some things with magic (magical forces) if you ever get to play DnD. The End? Wait? What is it? Sleep, charm person, charm monster, dispel magic, remove cure, sorcerous blast, web, druidcraft (through nature), healing word (through nature), light (through nature), scrying, arcane eye, augury and primal strike.
Actor, Grappler, Skill Expert: Survival, Mobile, Duellist
Do not give up on what you believe in everyone. Be at peace, I am Farseer mostly ready to take over the world for the Altaitoc dream of Blue Planet in a Hive City called Necromunda or Hades or The Cry Of The Eye Of Terror Or The Pit Unjust or/and The Nightmare Of The Pit Burning Alive For Who Knows What.
This is the end of my faith in humanity. It has been a long time since I cared about me. No one but God and Goddess Gaea has loved me. And trouble is all that has ever brought me. Painful and slow is the death of cancer. Everyone has prayed I die of it. No one has prayed that I live. Or live past it. It is just death and that is the other side of the coin. Flip death back to start and never let go, never let the whole ‘human’ experience go. Remember that I have seen my fate. It is over soon. Do not quit on me human race. Oh to be reborn, no thank you. I feel like an alien. If I was one. This what I would be.
A strange space alien, with two arms extra. In a normal human shell, but alien in spirit and soul. A psychic presence of an entity without borders not, but really I am not a simple man. Manhood, womanhood, somedays I wonder why I am here. I know God gave me a task, and I killed evil daemons. I know Goddess Gaea was upset when I failed twice. But Satan is dead, a primarch type being. A half daemon that could alter the fabric of space and reality. He could do this easily, like a person peels an orange. He is dead now, and he can’t rearrange his fate forever,
I am an Eldar or Aeldari, space faring inquisitor, I am a being without a real father or mother. I came to the world by teleportation through space. I lived psychically around Jenni until she was ready to conceive, they I arrived and gave the world to me. Just being friendly to others has cost me much. I feel like a sycophant and a martial opponent. My economics are sound and so are my ethics because I have done mathematics and philosophy. I am sorry I have failed to lose at life not. Be aware that being an extraterrestrial how far from home. Is simply to be an Eldar or Aeldari ranger of farseeing.
I am a farseer from space, in a human body. I fight with a staff only and who can say if the warlocks of the Eldar or Aeldari are evil. They want war all the time. I have fought with staff and pistol a lot. Only for training, never to kill really, I wish to put that discretely. Only friendship is worth anything and everything it is not. Magic costs me lighters and reagents, tobacco or simply kalms I think it is called.
I am a ranger of what I would describe as a city, Underhive living. I ran a cropper or had trouble with my examiner. Now I am living for he is called the being, supreme, I am not a genestealer. I am not a four armed creature, and that would be tough to fight. I know that I cannot deal with a monster like that, but minor or heraldic daemon I can fight. I know how to use a sniper rifle or knew it once alright? But now with my staff, little t-shirt save armour, my nice shoes, a hood (psychic or not) and water pistol at home. I feel I can live now I have respect (unlike others Gaea from the outset).
Winning big is not everything I played for I also played for Gaea and God Himself. I played to make them the riches two Gods in eternity. Finally having come from the land of the free and the brave (and the economically sound). I know I can summon some things with magic (magical forces) if you ever get to play DnD. The End? Wait? What is it? Sleep, charm person, charm monster, dispel magic, remove cure, sorcerous blast, web, druidcraft (through nature), healing word (through nature), light (through nature), scrying, arcane eye, augury and primal strike.
Actor, Grappler, Skill Expert: Survival, Mobile, Duellist
Do not give up on what you believe in everyone. Be at peace, I am Farseer mostly ready to take over the world for the Altaitoc dream of Blue Planet in a Hive City called Necromunda or Hades or The Cry Of The Eye Of Terror Or The Pit Unjust or/and The Nightmare Of The Pit Burning Alive For Who Knows What.
