I need the strength of Steel!

by Simian Pan Troglodyte III

We began walking back to Diso'an on the way we found a creature made out of metal it thought that the ship we found previously was a god he wanted us to drink oil and he made people into oil. we left and took some of his oil a few nights late i understood the weakness of my flesh. From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I crave the strength and certainty of steel. I aspire to the purity of the Blessed Machine.