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"In the grim darkness of the far future there is only... a cat! Oh my god, a cat. Ps ps ps ps ps. What a pretty cat."
My unfortunate, sweet boy who believed all the propaganda and paid for it in flesh + faith.
As a lawful paladin of SCREEE, we always rolled to see which way his society's laws fell when a wanting situation arose. The findings: Windows are illegal, murder is iffy but eating what you kill is REQUIRED.
Having a psyker in the party's all fun and games until he perils, ends up getting ridden like a motorcycle by a daemon herald, and all his friends become unwitting cultists, and then suddenly you're playing Black Crusade.
The highest ranking inquisitor of Ordos Scriptorum in Segmentum Obscura. An easy title to mock until your guncutter gets towed for parking violations.
Talon's oldest son (see right,) takes after his granddad in appearance and hobbies. (Like nail-pulling.)
My partner has been playing in a bloodbowl league recently, and I'm always disappointed when his zombies don't look like the team's he's killed them off from, so I've drawn the two he's collected so far. @_rhubard