Post #463561

@VisualInspiration@mas.to What's our mission boss? Supposed to be some organic humanoids here. Really? I detect no atmosphere and -213 degrees Celsius. How could they survive? We are here to make sure they don't. How many? Two. They have armor and life support. How come we got a whole platoon? Seems like overkill. These have powers. Like what? Plus 10 on the virtue scale. You mean they are like angelic? And we are robotic undead? What are you getting us into? They could smile on us and we'd go vaporous into the ether. Are you insecure in your evil nature? Do I need to report you to his Satanic Majesty? No boss. I'm stone unrepentant. I'll do whatever deed you ask. But what is the plan? Evil is stronger than good. You know that. Don't worry. The nambypambies will die. Slowly. Excruciatingly. In the cold. Look, there they are! He's holding out his hand. He's clearing his faceplate. He's smiling . . . Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!