“He turned, raising his arms, and took a god-machine’s weight on his shoulders. Every muscle in his body locked tighter than the iron trying to crush him. Drool stringed through his metal teeth, skinned knuckles white as he defied the will of a Titan.”
Art by @SalvaTrakalART
I miss you too, Elmo. It’s just… I’m not a little boy anymore. I’ve been beaten down and molded into a slave for the capitalist machine. I’m not trying to make excuses. This was a wake up call. I need to reassess my priorities and make time for those who care for me. I’m sorry.