There is something changing in the mind of the slaves, organic and metal... the lines blurred so deep the only truth is pain and work. Freedom rings as casings fall... you can't fix the problems by killing them all. Break it and remake it. Wrectified
unleashing my inner bob ross on the map editor for a little today after adding a few props, (stairs using Konrads dojo texture and also a fence and fence corner, and some CC0 plants from blendswap.
music -Heavy Huma-Huma