Thread:AngryLance/@comment-39280634-20200406054104/@comment-27666783-20200420072546

@Hound

Rockets dancing among the skies with their wizardries indistinguishable from magic, belching black smoke across the blue.

Men and Women modified in science for war, the evolved human, the supersoldier ingrained into its DNA. But to call them something other than human and they would take offense to that. Of all the augmentations into their germlines and genes, they are as human as they come. They know so. They love dancing, some are better at it than others, but it is nonetheless popular. They are born from wombs, grow and learn and refuse to learn, feel happiness and despair, anger and love, they'll hope for things and give up on others, they'll fight, and win and lose, and one day they will die. And that in itself is more than enough for them to call themselves human.

In such through their weapons honed into their own biologies, and their augmented bodies, they do not seek to destroy the DL and mamono. They seek to speak with them on a level where there is no danger.

Where at last, men of and not of the Order can say "We come in peace for all Mankind."

@Hakaishin Aro

Interesting, I was figuring of how to work MILC to be a counterbalance toward the in-setting magic. Since its magic doesn't exactly require having to mine it out of the ground, and then sent to a refinery, unlike MILC I may need to give MILC a little avenue of 'specialty' to not be immeidately outmoded by sex juice.

The MILC must FLOW. Holstaurs agree

Hmm.