unrepentant and unreformed child of the hood


𝔄𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔢 ℑ 𝔤𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪


WELCOME TO ESTALIA GENTLEMEN


<<SLIPSPACE RUPTURE DETECTED>>


--one man boldly attacks enemy spaceships--


I A M A G O D, H O W C A N Y O U K I L L A G O D ?


==Your desires are irrelevant. This galaxy once knelt before us, and it will do so again.==


++From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel, I aspired to the purity of the blessed machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you, But I am already saved. For the machine is immortal.++


>>Though my sentries may sleep and my ships may rest at anchor, our foes know full well that big guns never tire<<


"And you, as well as I, know that as the years decline, and the memories stale and all your great victories fade, it will always be remembered - you left your king, in Asia!"


♱ YOU CANNOT JUDGE ME, I AM JUSTICE ITSELF - WE WERE MEANT FOR MORE THAN THIS ♱


"Never thought it would end like this, huh? Huh, Maria?"


|| You exist because we allow it, and you will end because we demand it ||

"𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝓊𝑔 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒻o𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓊𝑔𝑒𝑒𝓈. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇o𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓌𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉o 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽❢
𝒜 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹'𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹o𝓌 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉o 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓌o𝓇𝓀. 𝒜 𝒽o𝓊𝓈𝑒 o𝒻 𝓈𝓀𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓃o𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉❢ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓃o𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑀𝒶𝒹𝓃𝓊𝓈, 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝓇o𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓃𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑒𝒹❢ 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓎o𝓊𝓇 𝒸o𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓎❢ "