Dead is dead.
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you...
Male
Artist,Developer but
Trazyn
Near you :)
Joined on 7/4/21
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