How did Orpheus feel on his descent into Hades? Henry picked his way through the broken concrete and shattered steel of one lost world, pondering another, as the Shell lumbered behind. He pulled the wide brim of his hat lower against the burning heat of the midday sun, wondering if Orpheus himself had ever cursed Apollo. Perhaps not, Henry thought, people were more reverent in those times. The world around him was proof enough that things had changed.

“Almost there,” Henry muttered. The Shell did not respond. He spoke to it from time to time as they picked their way through bombed out city streets. It had taught him the flavors of silence, how one might be oppressive and another companionable without any differences at all. It had been four years since Henry had woken up from his coma, in that time he hadn’t heard a single human voice.

“Almost there,” he muttered again as their destination came into view. The big green sign above the door to Boban’s Books had fallen across the entrance to be half buried by fallen concrete from the building next door, flattened almost to its foundation. A piece of rebar hurled from some improbable explosion had transfixed the “O” in Boban’s, and Henry tugged at it when he came closer. He pulled and failed, then pulled and failed again, and then the Shell’s skeletal hand closed over the steel, tearing it out like Henry might have torn the stem from an apple.

“Thanks,” he said. “Clear the rubble, please, then lead the way in.” The Shell bent to its task, servos hissing as it lifted and threw hundreds of pounds of concrete at a time.

Henry caught his breath as he watched it work. A few years ago he might have called the Shell his masterpiece. It was a construct of scavenged parts, the loader arms and torso from one of the heavy, bipedal mech suits that had worked the nearby army base, grafted to a pair of all-terrain combat-bot legs he’d found sticking out from beneath a foreign tank downtown. He’d topped it with the emaciated looking skull of a medical bot from the hospital he’d woken up in, the soft, artificial skin of its face had burned away in the fires that finally woke him, leaving only charred black looking steel, bits of the false flesh still melted on in places, its eyes simple red sensor pits that cast little dots wherever they looked.

It was not at all a home for a little girl, but it would have to do.

Henry closed his eyes, leaning back against the broken wall of the coffee shop across the street from Boba

In a recent interview with DX, Flesh was discussing his forthcoming memoir when he touched on his struggles with addiction, which ultimately led to trouble with the law.

“Bone Thugs-n-Harmony wanted to make it, but I had people coming around, bringing sherm or PCP or whatever the case may be,” he explains. “I tried it when I was in California by myself. When I went back home to get the rest of the Bone guys, it was dudes in the hood that knew we were on our way out to go try to do something big, so they were like, ‘Yo, yo, smoke this stuff. It’ll help you. It’s going to take your creativity to the next level."

“When we finally got with Eazy-E, he had his homeboys coming the studio while we’re trying to work,” he explains, recalling the time Bone Thugs connected with Ruthless Records back in 1993. “He had his homeboys bringing the same shit, the same type of poison. They’d say, ‘Yo, smoke this. Smoke this.’ And that’s what really knocked me off my square. While I was in there, really trying to focus on writing, he had his homies coming to the studio, feeding us that poison. We had guys knowing we were trying to make it somewhere in our lives, and these type of people kept coming around, feeding us this type of poison. And I feel that it took me off my square.”

Now sure why but the OP's account has been suspended so here's his post in case it gets removed:

I tried to make my relationship work while my GF sells nudes but I just can’t do it anymore.

I can’t.

It’s ruined our sex life and I just don’t even find her attractive anymore.

Seeing all the poses and things she does for money only to lay and do nothing with me is infuriating. I don’t hate her, I get that money’s tight but I cannot be in this relationship anymore.

I’m very emotionally invested to her but there’s no point staying if I’m this unhappy sexually.

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-It's hard to date a hoe. Move on, met with a heavily downvoted response: You sound like a guy who watches porn (which is an exploitative industry) but has an issue with people removing the middle man and having control of their image, what they do, and profiting from it. People aren’t hoes because of how they make money.

-Basically, because you're insecure and think you own her body, she should treat you like work and have sex with you at the end of every shift to make sure you're not feeling left out? Do her a favour and show her this post. with OP responding: [I never said she owes me sex after every shift.. but sex is a very important part of a relationship and when something is hindering that, it will eventually cause a rift. If I was a woman complaining about lack of sex because my husband works too much, you wouldn’t have a problem with it. You’re interpreting what I said in a purely manipulative way and I’m not. I supported her. I helped her for many months. This isn’t something that happened over a week. You wouldn’t understand because I didn’t go into detail. Also, it’s not just nudes. It’s also cam work. She’s exhausted many times after and doesn’t even want to kiss and cuddle. So I’m expected to just accep

Literally the title, was reading the dark eldar Covend codex and had to write it here, it has to be one of the mody awesome and crazy things I’ve seen in 40k.

The following excerpt details the revenge of the Coven on Fabius Bile for corrupting their secrets and said tower of flesh:

> The Chaos Renegade Fabius Bile, having studied the Haemonculi's craft under the Coven of the Thirteen Scars, betrays the trust of his Commorrite mentors. By teaching the secrets he has been entrusted with to the Emperor's Children in his employ, Bile dilutes the art of the fleshcrafter to an unforgivable degree. The Thirteen Scars have long watched for just such an infraction. Using energy pillars linked to the Ilmaean suns, they animate their living fortress for war -- a towering pillar of flesh fashioned from the bodies of those who have defied them in the past. The fortress breaches a long-sealed Webway node on Belial IV, and lumbers into the Aeldari palace that the Emperor's Children were using as a base of operations. Bile's heavily mutated Noise Marine allies turn their Sonic Weaponry upon the hordes of Covenites that pour out from the Tower of Flesh's yawning maws, rupturing and splitting countless monstrosities as they sally forth. Their charge hits home nonetheless. The violence that erupts from the close-quarters battle is as intense as it is invigorating, Chaos Space Marine and Wrack alike screaming in glee as they are physically torn apart. The Tower of Flesh itself duels with the corrupted god-machines in Bile's employ, smashing them aside with its flailing appendages. As their minions fight tooth and nail outside the shattered palace, the Primogenitor Bile is paid a visit in his throne by the Coven lords of the Thirteen Scars. After the Renegade's private army of horrors experiences a dozen esoteric types of murder at the hands of the Haemonculi, an understanding is reached. Bile's augmented Emperor's Children are granted death by masochistic ecstasy, and the Haemonculi depart after surgically ensuring that the Renegade cannot speak of his learnings to any other living creature.

So I picked this book without knowing anything about its plot and it floored me. If you've read this book, you might be thinking "Nah. it's not that scary bro! it's just body horror". And you're not wrong. But what terrified me in this book is that I can totally see our society legalizing cannibalism with the same naturality that was done in it.

I might be sounding too dramatic, but especially after this pandemic - where we could see a vast majority of people not giving a shit about other people's safety, some claiming that "old people would die anyway", "what about the economy" and so on - I wouldn't be surprised at all.

So, yeah. This book scared the living shit out of me.

Were they too not begotten of God the Father in the flesh? If not, who are their parents?

Hello. I bring you some information that should've been brought by somebody way earlier, seeing as it's been around since 2013 and somehow made it to neither of the wikis or the general knowledge. I've had this debate several times all over the Warhammer community, and somehow nobody had this crucial bit of info. Oh well.

The following excerpts are from Thief of Revelations, an Audiodrama later published as a part of Legacies of Betrayal. It was written by McNeill.

>Ahriman pulled his power back into himself, feeling the cold of the lunar caustic in his bones as he withdrew into his own mind. His armour felt heavy upon his frame, every plate of ivory-trimmed ceramite shimmering in reflected flame-light. He should have killed Astennu a long time ago, but the things he was learning were enabling him to understand the progress of the flesh change. And what could be understood could be mastered. Such was the suddenness and violence of Astennu’s change that Ahriman had discovered in him with relative ease. The Thousand Sons Chief Librarian’s consciousness lay across this planet like a web, and a warrior’s degeneration plucked at its threads like nothing else.
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>+You can’t stop it, Ahzek. It will come to us all. In time, it will come to you. The ninefold gift is already in you, I see it already.+
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>Anger touched Ahriman, and he stepped closer to the edge of the circle as the gleaming light at his feet diminished. ‘The flesh change will not take me, Astennu. I will not let it.’

Ahriman speaks to a Flesh-Changed marine, which is something we haven't seen before, and it acts very much like a daemon, as you can see above and in the quote below. Anyway, NINEFOLD GIFT is damning enough coming from somebody who's been transformed. All the Flesh-Changed subjects are also held in nine rings of silver.

>Astennu’s burning grin spread wider. +You will fail because you think the flesh change is to be feared. You think it’s a curse, but you can’t see it for the boon it is.+

This has pretty big implications in regards to a lot of TS lore. That the Flesh-Change was coming directly from Tzeentch was often speculated but never confirmed outright, and I myself have made several incorrect posts on it in the past, which I'm sorry for. Ah well. I shall amend for it by spreading the truth. Tzeentch apologism is out. You hereby have my permission to boo me on any post I have made on this in the past.

To offset it a little, let me sprinkle