God’s Most Pathetic Vampire

SSC Hounds are precision-tuned genetic living weapons on a specialist near-overdose cocktail, hypnotized into being living triggers.

HORUS Hounds jailbroke themselves and are a puppygirl polycule that delights in "Pranking" IPS-N convoys.

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For the first group the consequences of your actions are real, they're directly related to your action. These rules can be broken only if you accept the risk first, maybe you want a burnt hand idk you do you

For the second group the consequences are imagined and enforced by authority, they aren't directly related to your actions people in power just want you to think they are. You should break these rules as often as you can get away with

All rules can be put into two groups; those that have a real consequence and those that have a manufactured consequence enforced by an authority, right?

Calvin: yeah...

Calvin's dad: don't pirate music? Manufactured. Don't touch the hotplate? Real. Don't walk on the grass? Manufactured. Don't climb into the tigers enclosure? Real.

Lore: I am one with the machine. Its steel is my new flesh, its wires my new nerves, its reactor my new heart. My veins are aflood with coolant. The edge of a sword kisses my armor and I feel the sting of pain, sharp and clear and cold, driving me onward. I dash forth upon steel legs and strike with arms of titanium. The hot wind of the battlefield scours my shining chest. The many-lensed cameras that are my eyes roll back in blissful anguish. The thrumb of my main gun echoes in my loins. I am an iron god. 🥵🥴😵‍😵

What do you mean, you had four? Four whole ones? Uhhhhh, well, so you should lie down immediately and, um. Well, I hope you don't mind me– who am I kidding, you're not going to mind anything for a month minimum. Goodness, that's hitting you fast!

She FUCKED MY WIFE and TURNED ME INTO A WEAPON!