Why are Female Nachos all sexo while the male Nachos are, well this:
>The longer they remain on the battlefield, the harder they are to defeat, absorbing the enemy's strength as they grow increasingly deadly
>Death cannot stop their corrupting presence, as their corpses continue to corrupt the land.
>Death simply causes them to spread their corruption even faster, leaving behind a wasteland where few could survive
>Life is a constant cycle of devouring and sharing
>Mindless except for an obsession with self-destruction
>It is a violation of the laws of nature, rejecting life for death. They create death for others to feed upon
>They do not understand the concept of healing, even if they are stopped. They exist only to create death. Thoughts are incompatible with death, and they never stop
>Devours any obstacles in its way, including the living. Anything and everything is food to it
>It can extract all kinds of dead souls from the battlefield to create Seeds of Withering/Decay
>They draw power from Originium dust and fight until death claims them as nutrients for their comrades
>Originium dust sharpens their blades as they slaughter their foes, until death comes. With each commander fallen, the legion advances in great strides
>Martyrs who advance to certain death knowing that others will carry their blood soaked shield
>The aegis of hatred and war is a role of ultimate protection and sacrifice
>They set their altars on the battlefield. like nails upon a carpet woven from war. Wherever they go, the storm of suffering will soon follow.
>Veteran engineer casters of the Nachzehrer legion whose deaths nourish the altars they carry, like leaves upon the barren soil. Their deaths bring forth the promise of suffering
>The Sudaram is the shroud of the dead. Once gaunt from hunger, it is now nourished by the power of the Nachzehrer King. For the Nachzehrer, consumption and nourishment—greed and devotion—are just two sides of the same dreaded coin
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Patriot was Nacho's best student, but I don't recall if he out shined him in his prime, regardless Nacho is definitely on some color shit.
So if Patriot isn't he's at least close.
Patriot was Nacho's best student, but I don't recall if he out shined him in his prime, regardless Nacho is definitely on some color shit.
So if Patriot isn't he's at least close.
>The longer they remain on the battlefield, the harder they are to defeat, absorbing the enemy's strength as they grow increasingly deadly
>Death cannot stop their corrupting presence, as their corpses continue to corrupt the land.
>Death simply causes them to spread their corruption even faster, leaving behind a wasteland where few could survive
>Mindless except for an obsession with self-destruction
>It is a violation of the laws of nature, rejecting life for death. They create death for others to feed upon
>They do not understand the concept of healing. They exist only to create death, and the power of healing robs them of their powers
>They do not understand the concept of healing, even if they are stopped. They exist only to create death. Thoughts are incompatible with death, and they never stop
>Devours any obstacles in its way, including the living. Anything and everything is food to it
>It can extract all kinds of dead souls from the battlefield to create Seeds of Withering/Decay
>They draw power from Originium dust and fight until death claims them as nutrients for their comrades
>Originium dust sharpens their blades as they slaughter their foes, until death comes. With each commander fallen, the legion advances in great strides
>Martyrs who advance to certain death knowing that others will carry their blood soaked shield
>The aegis of hatred and war is a role of ultimate protection and sacrifice
>They set their altars on the battlefield. like nails upon a carpet woven from war. Wherever they go, the storm of suffering will soon follow.
>Veteran engineer casters of the Nachzehrer legion whose deaths nourish the altars they carry, like leaves upon the barren soil. Their deaths bring forth the promise of suffering
>The Sudaram is the shroud of the dead. Once gaunt from hunger, it is now nourished by the power of the Nachzehrer King. For the Nachzehrer, consumption and nourishment—greed and devotion—are just two sides of the same dreaded coin
>Death cannot stop their corrupting presence, as their corpses continue to corrupt the land.
>Death simply causes them to spread their corruption even faster, leaving behind a wasteland where few could survive
>Mindless except for an obsession with self-destruction
>It is a violation of the laws of nature, rejecting life for death. They create death for others to feed upon
>They do not understand the concept of healing. They exist only to create death, and the power of healing robs them of their powers
>They do not understand the concept of healing, even if they are stopped. They exist only to create death. Thoughts are incompatible with death, and they never stop
>Devours any obstacles in its way, including the living. Anything and everything is food to it
>It can extract all kinds of dead souls from the battlefield to create Seeds of Withering/Decay
>They draw power from Originium dust and fight until death claims them as nutrients for their comrades
>Originium dust sharpens their blades as they slaughter their foes, until death comes. With each commander fallen, the legion advances in great strides
>Martyrs who advance to certain death knowing that others will carry their blood soaked shield
>The aegis of hatred and war is a role of ultimate protection and sacrifice
>They set their altars on the battlefield. like nails upon a carpet woven from war. Wherever they go, the storm of suffering will soon follow.
>Veteran engineer casters of the Nachzehrer legion whose deaths nourish the altars they carry, like leaves upon the barren soil. Their deaths bring forth the promise of suffering
>The Sudaram is the shroud of the dead. Once gaunt from hunger, it is now nourished by the power of the Nachzehrer King. For the Nachzehrer, consumption and nourishment—greed and devotion—are just two sides of the same dreaded coin
>The longer they remain on the battlefield, the harder they are to defeat, absorbing the enemy's strength as they grow increasingly deadly
>Death cannot stop their corrupting presence, as their corpses continue to corrupt the land
>Death simply causes them to spread their corruption even faster, leaving behind a wasteland where few could survive
>Mindless except for an obsession with self-destruction. They create death for others to feed upon
>It is a violation of the laws of nature, rejecting life for death.
>They do not understand the concept of healing. They exist only to create death, and the power of healing robs them of their powers
>They do not understand the concept of healing, even if they are stopped. They exist only to create death. Thoughts are incompatible with death, and they never stop
>Devours any obstacles in its way, including the living. Anything and everything is food to it
>It can extract all kinds of dead souls from the battlefield to create Seeds of Withering/Decay
>They draw power from Originium dust and fight until death claims them as nutrients for their comrades
>Originium dust sharpens their blades as they slaughter their foes, until death comes. With each commander fallen, the legion advances in great strides
>Martyrs who advance to certain death knowing that others will carry their blood soaked shield
>The aegis of hatred and war is a role of ultimate protection and sacrifice
>They set their altars on the battlefield. like nails upon a carpet woven from war. Wherever they go, the storm of suffering will soon follow.
>Veteran engineer casters of the Nachzehrer legion whose deaths nourish the altars they carry, like leaves upon the barren soil. Their deaths bring forth the promise of suffering
>The Sudaram is the shroud of the dead. Once gaunt from hunger, it is now nourished by the power of the Nachzehrer King. For the Nachzehrer, consumption and nourishment—greed and devotion—are just two sides of the same dreaded coin
>Death cannot stop their corrupting presence, as their corpses continue to corrupt the land
>Death simply causes them to spread their corruption even faster, leaving behind a wasteland where few could survive
>Mindless except for an obsession with self-destruction. They create death for others to feed upon
>It is a violation of the laws of nature, rejecting life for death.
>They do not understand the concept of healing. They exist only to create death, and the power of healing robs them of their powers
>They do not understand the concept of healing, even if they are stopped. They exist only to create death. Thoughts are incompatible with death, and they never stop
>Devours any obstacles in its way, including the living. Anything and everything is food to it
>It can extract all kinds of dead souls from the battlefield to create Seeds of Withering/Decay
>They draw power from Originium dust and fight until death claims them as nutrients for their comrades
>Originium dust sharpens their blades as they slaughter their foes, until death comes. With each commander fallen, the legion advances in great strides
>Martyrs who advance to certain death knowing that others will carry their blood soaked shield
>The aegis of hatred and war is a role of ultimate protection and sacrifice
>They set their altars on the battlefield. like nails upon a carpet woven from war. Wherever they go, the storm of suffering will soon follow.
>Veteran engineer casters of the Nachzehrer legion whose deaths nourish the altars they carry, like leaves upon the barren soil. Their deaths bring forth the promise of suffering
>The Sudaram is the shroud of the dead. Once gaunt from hunger, it is now nourished by the power of the Nachzehrer King. For the Nachzehrer, consumption and nourishment—greed and devotion—are just two sides of the same dreaded coin
>Sarkaz: Oh why do they persecute us so?
>also Sarkaz:
What's their problem?
>also Sarkaz:
What's their problem?