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by the time you realize what youre in for its too late. there will be more identities added

θΔ, ⏻Δ, 7g, basically im trying to say im robot and dragon otherkin without outright saying it but cohost is nice so

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id put UECNS Nemesis DNX-0007 here but Red One isnt perfectly gender and i have a few minor misgivings with the work so

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pfp by @cass, banner by @rocky

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i bet it wouldnt work but can you imagine using this box as its own posting system until you could post lol
OH IMAGINE I JUST PUT ALL MY NAMES HERE LMAO

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At the end of the war, the remains of the military are examined- reevaluated. So much has changed in a few short years, from technology to ethics. In short: Obsolete, and near-revulsive. Thus... raw materials. The guns on the ships are shattered first, pulled out by the roots; they are treated with all the care they deserve. The ships' contents are treated with somewhat more respect- in theory, some of the machinery can be reused; in theory, some of the crew can be rehabilitated. What is left, then, are the shells. Exotic materials, not worth the expenditure of breaking down the energetic designs- that would practically require the reconstruction of the weapons, for one. These are cracked open, spread without regard to where they fall. Where there's something to eat, there is life.


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