Butlertoll

I have heard the words of the Emperor, and he says punish the unbelievers, burn their sins away, I am but a instrument of his will.

You have been weighed,
You have been measured,
and you have been found wanting.
Welcome to the New 'Verse. May the Emperor save you, if it is right that he should do so.

I follow the patented approach of shoot first, shoot later, shoot some more and then when everybody's dead try to ask a question or two.

To trudge: the slow, weary, depressing yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in life except the impulse to simply soldier on.

Fortune pisses on me once again!