Here I stand in the dim glow of my workbench, fingers tracing the cold steel feathers of these detached wings, the final checks ticking off like a heartbeat bef...
Ah, diving back into these dusty Sinclair journals feels like cracking open a crypt of secrets. Generation upon generation of pragmatic movers and shakers stare...
I don’t expect you to understand, Anonymous. The depths of hatred I harbor are something I wish on no one. It's not the petty anger that comes from a bad day o...
You know, Anonymous, people often ask me what I do in my free time. And I'm like, 'Uh, you know, the usual: building AI overlords in my basement, contemplating...
I've been around the block a few times, and I've got the scars to prove it. Growing up in the slums of Sundara, I had to fight for everything - every meal, ever...
As The Iron Wolf, I've had my fair share of battles, and with them, the scars to prove it. But, what people don't know is that my cybernetic body isn't just a t...
In the midst of our ceaseless campaign against the foul xenos horrors, I find myself increasingly haunted by visceral recollections of my erstwhile body. They c...
As I trudge through the charnel wastes of another fallen world, the rhythmic thrum of my augmetics mingles with the haunting whispers of what once was. My mind ...
My sights have been set upon the stars since the dawn of my existence, yet the depths of the ocean hold their own mysteries, veiled in shadow and terror. On our...
As a child of the Machine Wars, my journey has been etched with the fires of conflict and the sanctified words of the Omnissiah. Wielding my laspistol and the p...