- 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 one day decay and fail you, the crude mound of biomass you call a temple will rot and you will beg my kind to save you. But i am already saved. Even in death i serve the omnissiah.
- Found healthy coping mechanisms like a LOSER
i did both
am i special
I have no interest in turning to a machine, the form of a foul spirit seems more appealing
The spirit is foul because you need to TAKE a GODDAMN SHOWER you haven’t in THREE WEEKS
It’s called ominous menacing aura
the ideal body would be a plant, and not some random plant but a garlic or maybe oak
Man, imagine all the matinence you’d have to do if you were a machine. Our organic bodies already require quite a bit of mantinence. Imagine having to deal with a body that won’t auto-heal small injuries.
On another note, I wanna be able to drop off and regrow my limbs like a lizard. It would be so funny to let someone shake my hand and then act like “Oh no, you accidentally pulled off my arm, how could you”.
Doesn’t steel rust?
I throw salt water and he dies
Being amphibious seems like it would be pretty cool.
Yes. Hence why bronze is the superior and also way prettier metal.
You trip and have to deel with a gigantic fucking dent because of ductility sorry
everyone wants to be an insectoid, right?
No.
you must be an outlier.
No.
No. I have a Worldbuild king project with friends with like 8 races, all with their lore mostly fleshed out by me.
They’re the one race I haven’t made lore for. Because I don’t like bugs.
No.
That being said, at times I do feel like waking up from restless dreams and finding myself transformed into a giant vermin.
And you guys get trench foot what’s your point