From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.

Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal…

...even in death I serve the Omnissiah

heey, added ;33

added to offer on your beggar's bazooka

nice headshot thru wall on that guy but you tbagging him was a hilarious he is heaps better than you

2kd with duallies. just aim ♥♥♥♥♥♥

boring ♥♥♥♥. just literally camps inside a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ building the entire time like some sad little clown. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ -kd player topkek.