"A stroll" is a very useful concept. I recommend it, a fine weapon against boredom. Firstly, I set to find a call. A familiar call, one of a shard of myself, a weakness I cast away to those who glorify weakness. A timeless echo, found within a shape that bleeds. I returned my call, to my fragment's horror. My Knifeborn Daughter has found herself a home. May they make her sharp. I would lament if my final act of war was not of fitting grandeur.
Second, I took kin to the depths of the Orange Mists, and brought back an interesting state of matter. It echoes with the Maker's Mark. It smells of our blood, yet it is so very clearly not. We shall see what becomes of it.
Lastly, I summoned more of ours, and went on to find a specific shell. The Infiltrators among the Frilled-Shells have marked this one before, citing necessities of careful approaches. I approached with Warshells. The encounter was enlightening, providing us with knowledge of Humanity's Hives' actions, and a collection of those Machines which Humanity has created to parasitize themselves. Between My Shell and those that accompanied, we bring in excess of three thousand five hundred containers. I have set the Minds and Infiltrators at our home to find a way to make harm from these machines, that we may kill the Corrupting Ones without the need to fight.
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