This is the conclusion of this story. Around 9pm tonight, on 19/19 panther has passed away. He got up from the couch, stretched, and went to go sleep in the other room. My father got up first, finding him on the floor. He passed peacefully. He lived a long and good life.

Should I make a banner that’s just filled with space marine slander and parade it around in a Halloween event

Poxwalker in the top right corner

I would summon 500 billion Kashimos so that if one dies the others steal his feets and eventually through trial and error they’re gonna get him

look man if we’re gonna do this one of us has to take it up the butt and it’s not gonna be me

Sometimes I get mad at space marine fans for celebrating over new releases and then I think of this image and calm down

Probably 10 quadrillion iron men and a singular black widow

“Man these wings are pretty goo-“

Unironically this just looks like a Hitler OC

Hey guys look it’s Angron

Was it something I said

Still life house

I’m at an all you can eat buffet and I just saw some guy walk back to his table and his plate was nothing but jello and pickles

Ok actual story here two people got expelled because one of them was giving the other head under one of the lunch tables

I have sex with guns and the U.S hired me that’s how they keep em lubricated

You use heavy armor because it’s tactical, I use heavy armor so I can use all four heavy weapons and Larp as a juggernaut before getting my head blown off, we are not the same.