There’s something so cozy about pixel art. Brings me back to the mid 90s, playing ancient DOS adventure games in my buddy’s attic

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 though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal…

Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.

Long live the new flesh

Rimworld is leaking