I've been dropping hints and begging for help, but alas it has all been lost in the general hustle and bustle of the net. I dropped my little plea for assistance in the middle of a flamewar at one point; I was politely moved to one side, petted on the head, and asked to stay quiet while the adults insulted each other.
"Your mama!" I heard, as my digital head floated through a bluish background. "Censor - Don't Censor - Censor - Don't Sensor," rang a monotone chime, as a robot panda dodged past. A starship floated overhead.
It was all very confusing. Where else can one find an inflated Boba Fett head chat with a pink ping-pond with eyes and orange shoes?
But the King heard me, because the King is everywhere. The King shouldn't be confused with the King, because one looked for a ring and the other had a guitar, but just to let you in on a secret I think of the King as the King, 'cause he's cooler. Okay, now I'm confused and I wrote it, but the point is the King left a message that help is on the way!
Let's see some pictures.
The last pic is the Death Company I built. The original idea was actually to use these models as scouts. I thought my Chapter would train their recruits by strapping Jump Packs to them, force 'em to sneak around with 300lbs of metal on their backs. But who uses scouts?
The only problem is finding a list I'd like to try.
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