User:Child of the Dark Legion

From the depths of the nanite pool, he swam up, gasping as his half-metal muzzle breached the surface. The tip of one of his quills had gained a silver sheen, and opposite it, another dread had become a coil of iron and silicon. A lead plate covered a sizable portion of his cranium, and his left eye was enshrouded by a spherical lens...

Hello, Overlanders. I hope to provide this site with a clean-up crew of one. I have noted some purely grammatical stumbles, as well as quite a few unmade pages, and intend to rectify this situation. In the name of Dimitri!