Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170820190647/@comment-26120744-20170820210829

The fleets were chaotic and bizzare, as were all things tied to the Final Ones.

One ship was a rotting hulk of metal, held together by cancerous flesh. Another was a gyroscope-demon, made of ever-shifting rings of metal and firing indiscriminately in all directions.

Many were in fact minor HorrorTerrors, cybernetic ally enhanced, their stomachs filled with their 'crew'