|Oi, hello there.|
The days are a deathwish, a witch-hunt for an exit. I am powerless.
The fragile, the broken, sit in circles and stay unspoken. I am powerless.
“You went exploring the universe without figuring out your own….”
Edgy, grimdark shit. tfw I want to do like 4 more panels for this, but probably won’t ever finish it.
As you may know by now, we're holding on to the final thread of any hope of changing the tide of this war. We've located the wherabouts of the Charybdis craft. Though with our resources, we have only one shot at this. Too little too late, I suppose.
Two trans-atmospheric vehicles are ready to launch as we speak. Come back alive, but the way things have turned out...you wouldn't have died for nothing.
Now get ready. I'm sorry for being melancholic about this, but as it stands, this is your final sortie. Send that son of a bitch to hell.
Whatever it takes.”
(I took, and will be, ripping off names of things that already exist [Razgriz, ADF-01 Falken, ADFX-01 Morgan, etc.] until I can come up with original designs and names of my own. this is just a text example of something I want to draw out. So yes, expect something soon.)