They shall be my finest warriors, these mares who give of themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them, and in the furnace of war forge them. They will be of iron will and steely muscle. In great armour shall I clad them and with the mightiest guns will they be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight them. They will have tactics, strategies and machines so that no foe can best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Terror. They are the Defenders of Ponykind. They are my Space MAREines and they shall know no fear
Richard, are you sure you want to be wearing that “pure bread” shirt? I suspect you wouldn’t like what it says about you in the eyes of some ponies.
Is that sword just floating? In other news I love the idea of power armor, but it’s magically enchanted armor
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They shall be my finest warriors, these mares who give of themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them, and in the furnace of war forge them. They will be of iron will and steely muscle. In great armour shall I clad them and with the mightiest guns will they be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight them. They will have tactics, strategies and machines so that no foe can best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Terror. They are the Defenders of Ponykind. They are my Space MAREines and they shall know no fear
Richard, are you sure you want to be wearing that “pure bread” shirt? I suspect you wouldn’t like what it says about you in the eyes of some ponies.
Is that sword just floating? In other news I love the idea of power armor, but it’s magically enchanted armor