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Not great pictures but I was pretty frustrated by the time I got it all on. The corset needed to be re-laced, and the Velcro in the greaves needs to be re-glued. Some wonkiness with the way the plates sit on the shoes now. I don’t remember the chest plate feeling that hard to move in either. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
GW keeps trying to sell us on the Stormcast angst about soul decay, and it's just not sticking for me. We already have superhuman protectors who give up their human side as they develop into perfect warriors of order, and the Astartes have a much deeper grip on that position than the Stormcast would, even before accounting for the way the Stormcast play it up with it being gradual instead of all at a shot.
I have been... out of sorts since he last letter I received from my friend. We had not exchanged too many correspondences, and yet I- had grown accustomed to talking to someone else, someone who understands much of the way I speak.
Life has been cruel to me since my beloved Z̷̡̡̡̨̼̬̣̥͇̞̺̜̣͓̼̥̝͓̺̼͓̫̱͕̲͔͐͌̓́̐̓͛͆̔̈́̍͌̅̀̋͘͝͝ͅė̴̡̛̳̱̻̳̹͕͉ͅņ̶̧̪͈͙̣͓̗̉͗̂̏͑͊̇̀͒̚͝͝͠ì̸̢̡̢̬͔̦̯͚͈̩͔̝͕̖͈͕̹͕̣͇͉̩̮̪͖̺̅̑̀̕͘͜͜͝ţ̷̡̨͇͉̼͈̼͖̞̹̞̙̫̜̺̺͍̘͎̳̹͕͂́ḣ̸̛̗̠͐͒́̿̽́̃̅̉͊̎̒̓̄͛̅̉̈͌͊͊̋̏̚̚͘͝͝ left my side on this mortal plane. I- have done my best to not think of hir, but I find my memories bleeding into my vision in the still hours of the morning. Too familiar is the grief that dances with golden hair and miscoloured eyes, too familiar is the loss of a friend. A lover. A-
Vance is not one I knew well. Perhaps my affections of him were mere projection... It matters not now. The locals have gone from loving me to wariness, I see it in their eyes. No longer do they visit my great library, no longer do they stop to make conversation on the street.
Unwell, they say. I look unwell.
The whole world seems against me, I think I- ... I think I may leave this city I’ve called home since my rebirth. I suppose all things must eventually die but the gods.... and those who fraternized too deeply with them...
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“I hope you don’t mind me sayin’ so,” he says, seemingly to both of them, “but you and Steve might even have some… Uh… Shared interests. If you wanted to hang out in that way.”
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