- Joined
- Jun 13, 2014
Then we render him down. Meat into pies for the devil-dogs. Bones into coal for the black powder. Fat into Guzzeline for the war rigs. Skin into pretty dresses for the ambiguously gay bezerkers. Blood into top-ups for the half-life warboys. And with that, what was once thought impossible would become reality. Connor, for a brief moment in time, against all expectations, against all odds... Connor would be a useful, functional part of society.
The Circle of Life.
Hakuna matata, motherfucker.