the hate keeps me toasty

Smoking on that splendiferous, early clan-era, Nova cat swamp grass, shit so purple the cloud causes sensor failure in any battlemech not manufactured on Detroit. We’re smoking Clan Burrock premium skittles, we’re smoking ER PPC!

Smuggling bricks of that sticky homemade bubba kush into the Draconis Combine, if a yakuza steps to me I’ll turn his ass to dust and snort it. I have no honour, I violate Zellbrigen on the daily. The ops wrote the Ares Convention to keep me in check, had to shit on ‘em anyways. I’m banned from every strip club in the free worlds league, call that Glory Hole To Marik, ha ha.

I keep a TSM fleshlight in the cockpit, right next to the blicky. That pussy stank like a Timber Wolf B. I was running coke for Stefan Amaris and selling it to Kerensky, I have no loyalty to anybody! You ain’t ever seen a sea-bill in your life, jit!

Lostech vicodin made my dick ferro-fibrous. I really do this shit, it’s one phone call and you’re never taking a contract again, dezgra. This shit ain’t nothing to me, man.

>recognize it as part of my divine punishment

I was inspired to draw something different! A drawing made from the POV of the Child Chapter Master Kantor saved during the Rynn’s World Novel. It’s inspired by the Catholic Folk Art people would make when a saint would grant them a miracle, as an offering of thanks!

I drew it with my non dominant hand using a crayon brush to imitate what a kid would be able to do. Also heres what I used for inspiration

Turquara-Ilkazo, Alloydominar Primus for Inquisitor Anexka retinue