Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

That one will be on the shelves tomorrow...

Here's the thing.

About two months ago, I was chatting with an author. Let’s call him R for now.

Brain convulsions · Yun Hammer · Being deleted from the clan · Being stunned by the tenth version of the index rules · Me: How about I write about Boss Pi?

R: Write, write, write.

Our conversation then became:

Me: How does this start? Do you have any suggestions? orz

R: If there is a problem, please update it quickly.

Me: I feel like I can’t sign, I’m too bad

R: Come on! you can!

Me: Hahahahaha, coding is so fun, hahaha

R: Written by Perturabo.jpg

Me: R you are so nice qaq

R: Wrong, I am bad R. Jie Jie Jie.

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In short, thank you to the great R. Without him, this novel would not exist, and I would not be tortured by the 4,000-word target every day. Let’s call on R God, R Gate!

Next comes the self-reflection session. I will first give a self-criticism of the dish name: I can’t understand, stream of consciousness, literary youth, too much redundancy, lots of nonsense and riddles, the plot is boring, the rhythm is a mystery, some plots are too extreme, and I am tired of watching... …

Then look forward to the future, the ending must be human beings win, and the process probably includes weird things like learning to sing and talk; looking forward to the end.

Then enter the thank you section:

"The way I see it," 107 Steel Soul said in a broken voice, "we have a knife to cut the wallpaper, and here is his 40k: Midnight Blade, this is Night Talk, and here is Warhammer: I Don't Want to Be Stinky can, here are Salty Fish Brother and Malcador, here are Daspingen and the False God and the Son of Evil, here is the lovely Adhera with his 40k: Star of Colchis and Reading the Black Book Pavilion, here is Nanaya Shou, and here is what he wrote about Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana, next to them are Wat Through Everything and Warhammer: The Purple Phoenix of Nirvana, and Custodian Commander Pussycat, and his Warhammer: Golden Dream , the one possessed by insects, the emperor's daughter of red sand, and the Huolin River under the moon, and his war hammer: in the name of ashes, and the ice cave seal, who wrote that the retired savior fell to the hammer forty thousand It’s not retirement, there’s the White Cousin there, and there’s the Glory Queen… They are here, they were here, and they will be here.”

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Finally, V author made a first order, which helped him to have a spring and autumn dream of being able to pay for the whole army of pit sheets, Harlequin OEM and Chagatai Khan OEM in the second half of the year. Thank you, Nagash bless you ()