I think the organic imperial man is cute. c:
Thinking is dangerous but as long as thats all you are doing…
Is this cron bro
That is me and my lovely wife.
Lovely indeed.
Didnt she throw a chair at you?
She does enjoy hucking furniture at my face.
OH MY GOD HAHAHAHAHA
Cron bro. :U Is this yours?
Not mine.. damn pretty Crons.. worse than the freaking Flayed Ones.
Damn you Weis…
So I know no one is gonna ask me anything, but I find this far too funny to let go. Inspired by my misguided cousin Weis. I’ll audio answer questions in my ask box.
I kinda want to do this too. Seems like fun.
Heck yeah!
I’m unsure though. :I I’m a fickle girl.
Bring forth your queries squishy ones.
*makes his way to the ironically named living room* whats kill ball? :3
Sorta like human football. But instead its a bunch of Orks playing with an attack squig. Quite entertaining.
What portal? *looks over to see the green swirling energy beside him* oh. *enters* knock knock! Where ya at metal bro?
Come up to the living room! I’m watching kill ball.
*knocks on random side of the monolith* hey got a dilivery for a mr. Emo? Two pizzas, one cobalt toppings, one soulstuffs toppings? Hello? *knocks again*
What? oh yes come through the portal.
Sila smiled some at Brutis’ comment and shook her head as Brutis charged again despire his wounds. “This ones stupidly stubborn.” She thought her herself and limped after him swatting away what daemons she could.
She found herself cut off from the commissar when…
The Lord nodded at the one called ‘Brutis’ and stuck his staff into the ground. He then helped a wounded Guardsmen up off of the ground and too a waiting medic. The other Necrons also helped move wounded combatants to aid as well as moving supplies and food. The Lord mad a note to find the Grey Knight Justicar later and speak with him about the bad blood between them. Strange events had happened during this strange campaign and Emotkoh could not help but feel that they would soon become even stranger.
