![]() ![]() Though how I was supposed to have any idea that the building was a freaking Ecclesiarchy Witch Burning Headquarters I still don't know. ![]() Prior experience had kind of taught me the value of not looking like the horrific mutant I was. I fucking hate using glamours, and not just because I'm not all that great at them, they always feel too tight and restrictive on my skin. I make an effort of will and the light twists and twists around me until I look like an actual ordinary human. What do I do in this situation exactly? Well I guess I'd ordinarily grab my supplies from the pod except I didn't have any fucking time to bring any with me did I? Just.start walking I guess. Negatives, I have literally no clue where I am. Planet has not grown teeth and tried to kill me yet. All you had to fucking do was get me into the fucking hangar instead you land me on this pissant planet. Piece of godamned fucking shit-ass escape pod. There was a thump, a crack, a buckle, and then a thin sheet of metal burst away from the wreck and a horror emerged.Įven if it's not innacurate I object to being called a horror. At the center of the smoking crater sat a wreck of metal, twisted pipework and still burning arcs of flame where the lines had burst. ![]()
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