Kurakusun - Sin Título

“Guardian…”

After the noise has died down, Misraaks scans the room. His eyes come to rest on the Hunter, standing in the center of a dozen splayed-out Eliksni corpses, and wiping blood from its visor for what seems like the hundredth time.

“I… I appreciate that we are at war,” the Kell pauses to find the words, to find exactly what it is he is feeling in this moment. “A war for the future of our peoples, and of our universe. But…”

He pauses once again, his eyes drifting back over the young, malnourished bodies of his former kin. “But the cruelty — no, the effortlessness with which you employ cruelty to kill my fellow Eliksni…”

Misraaks releases a slow breath. The Guardian is staring at him, its flat helmeted face entirely expressionless - a cold expanse of white splashed with reddish purple.

“It brings to me a feeling of unease. Not one that is necessarily of your own fault, rather, but nonetheless. These were my people once, and for each youngling with docked arms that is slain…” the Eliksni looks away, concerning himself not to show too much emotion in front of the human. “I wonder if they could have been saved. If we could have taken them in. Fed them. Helped them grow into something more.”

He looks back at the Guardian, who is motionless for a moment, hand cannon still in hand. Then,

“I’m sorry,” comes a cold, filtered voice out of the recesses behind the helmet.

Misraaks nods and turns toward the door. “Let us continue.”

The Guardian did not sound sorry at all.

So it's been brought to my attention (thanks Aoi) that Quincy has a soft spot for kids and now I need him to interact with the operator.

Quincy: Hey kid.... Want a tamagochi?

Operator: I am not a mere child. I have been trained by the strongest warriors and fought three wars. I have met kings and gods, and fell them.

Quincy:.... So you don't want a tamagochi?

Operator: No, no. Gimme!

Corn Destiny 2

Revenant prediction

Destiny 2 vs. Memes pt. 1

i hurt myself with Big Jack by Pet Foolery (can find on instagram) again and no one seems to have posted the whole comic so. here. someone reminded me of it and i tracked it down. gonna go cry in a corner now.

We also figured out—the hard way—that the ancients probably cut each layer of linen to the proper shape before gluing them together. For our first linothorax, we glued together 15 layers of linen to form a one centimeter-thick slab, and then tried to cut out the required shape. Large shears were defeated; bolt cutters failed. The only way we were ultimately able to cut the laminated linen slab was with an electric saw equipped with a blade for cutting metal. At least this confirmed our suspicion that linen armor would have been extremely tough. We also found out that linen stiffened with rabbit glue strikes dogs as in irresistibly tasty rabbit-flavored chew toy, and that our Labrador retriever should not be left alone with our research project.