u/Femboy_Ghost

Hunters have told me about the church. About the gods, and their love. But... do the gods love their creations? I am a doll, created by you humans. Would you ever think to love me? Of course... I do love you. Isn't that how you've made me?

O Flora, of the moon, of the dream. O little ones, O fleeting will of the ancients... Let the hunter be safe, let him find comfort. And let this dream, his captor... foretell a pleasant awakening... be, one day, a fond, distant memory...

I did actually finally get down to her. She wasn’t what gave me trouble, the defiled Watchdog and Amygdala is what made my life hell for a while.

I’m proud of how he turned out. Gave him a veteran Ultramarine helmet as a trophy.

Leading the warband to conquer the doodle board at university.