Aim perfection

Sekgher

+rep cool guy!

When they were in a war with the Cabal, I studied The Spear . When they pursued the Witness to take back the light, I mastered The Spear . And now when war is upon us and there are attacks on two faces of this galaxy, there is no one to witness me..

Save one man..

There is no greater pleasure in life then the feeling of a deep-voiced male serenading my ears as he sprays fascist robots and genetically altered space cockroaches via forceful eruption of his hot, long and thick rifle, all in the name of freedom and democracy.

Sometimes I get caught in the force of its blast, forcefully robbing me of my sight and will to live and further government funding has to be given in order for me to continue chronicling the journey of such a fine specimen of manhood.

It has been an honor watching you work for the glory of Super Earth, be it by your side or in the moments when you are randomly selected for the Helldiver Space Program and sent light years away from me.

Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til' ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more - only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin' tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye - a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself - forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Sekgher , even any scantling of your soul is Sekgher no more, but is now itself the sea!

friendly mate