Bro use the monocle omg...
It was around this time that he finally saw a building with a small portion of the wall collapsed. Thanking his miserable luck finally turning, he stumbled towards the building and entered it. It was completely dark now, and except for the few flashes of lightning occasionally, Lex had no other source of light. He was a little fearful; he didn't want to enter the building without being able to see. What if he walked right into a zombie? It was then, like a revelation from the heavens, that he remembered that he had packed a flashlight.
Fantasy · lifesketcher
Mejora la escritura, y me gusta que tenga cabeza y paciencia el protagonista.
Gorgona Secundus:
The planet's atmosphere is breathable but heavy with moisture, making every breath feel thick and labored. The ground is often muddy, and sudden rain showers can turn paths into treacherous quagmires. The jungle itself is a living entity, filled with predatory plants and hidden dangers lurking behind every bush.
War · Chad_ultraReader
The face of the tech-marine:
He turned to the tech-marine, who was monitoring their route and ordered him. "Find a way to the Orks encampment, the fastest way."
War · Chad_ultraReader
Thaddeus no helmet:
As the medicae team arrived and began their work, taking Sergeant Kael to the under-construction base, Thaddeus looked out over the battlefield. The Orks were regrouping for another assault. Thaddeus took off his helmet and looked at the battlefield with a glint of rage and hatred. "You pathetic green beasts are dead," he thought, and put his helmet on. He took his bolter and prepared himself, his jaw clenched.
War · Chad_ultraReader
Chapter serfs
The Blood Angels' camp was a hive of activity. Servitors—cybernetic slaves who performed menial and maintenance tasks—and Chapter serfs—humans who served the Astartes—moved with purpose, maintaining the war machines and tending to the needs of the Astartes. Thaddeus saw the vast array of wargear and the meticulous care with which it was handled. Each piece of armor and weaponry was a work of art, combining deadly efficiency with the craftsmanship of the finest artisans.
War · Chad_ultraReader
Servitors
The Blood Angels' camp was a hive of activity. Servitors—cybernetic slaves who performed menial and maintenance tasks—and Chapter serfs—humans who served the Astartes—moved with purpose, maintaining the war machines and tending to the needs of the Astartes. Thaddeus saw the vast array of wargear and the meticulous care with which it was handled. Each piece of armor and weaponry was a work of art, combining deadly efficiency with the craftsmanship of the finest artisans.
War · Chad_ultraReader
A Blood Angel in his Crimson Armor
Clad in their formidable power armor, each Blood Angel stood over seven feet tall, their bodies enhanced by the most advanced genetic engineering the Imperium had to offer. Their armor, a marvel of technology, was adorned with intricate designs and symbols of their heritage, reflecting both their martial prowess and their artistic inclinations. As they landed, their presence commanded awe and fear in equal measure, a testament to their status as the Emperor's chosen warriors.
War · Chad_ultraReader
Thaddeus
He was a survivor of seventeen summers, who had known more hardship in his short life than most could imagine. His parents, like many others, had fallen to the ravages of the wasteland, leaving him to fend for himself in a world that showed no mercy. Thaddeus had grown strong and resourceful
War · Chad_ultraReader
Bro instead of thinking positively and accept the things you now are worried about receiving attention. Then why the fk would you say to that Frederik things. this is hypocrisy.
Michael stared at the manager with a stupefied expression for a while. He felt the gaze of dozens lingering on him, while the manager stared intently into his eyes as well.
Supreme Lord: I can extract everything!
Fantasy · HideousGrain