viscera is bathed in molten durasteel, tender flesh conquered by chromium. the enforcer. the weapon. the nightmare bred for destruction. molded by death’s very grasp, to survive at any cost. established: dec. 2015rebooted: dec. 2017comic / novel / film / headcanon based as told by GRIM /
At least I didn't kill my parents paralyzed and said my brother joined an enemy faction became leader rescued the current General cats my brother kills a few Stormtroopers behind in a few people in one of my closest friends yah kriffed up lady
that’s what the cool kids call ambition. gotta kill a parent to be in the first order elite. on wednesday’s we wear red, like the blood of our enemies. tell me, what’s it like being a loser ? i just …. don’t know what that feels like.