The Homunculords are coming soon! This race of lesser mordlings are some of the tiny cogs in the vast, incredibly brutal bureaucratic machine on the planet Galwyn, in the Denztek Galaxy. They are the little workers and prophets who toil and tremble for the dreaded, mighty Kanzler Sägrid Arschloch (not shown), Chancellor of the Realm and Decimator of the Guilty.
Here are Klor’en and Vrinsdi in their official robes preparing for the day’s hard labor ahead. Mountains of paperwork will have to be pushed, filed, and burned in order for the incredible metropolis of Grapinoid to run smoothly enough to wage eternal war with every other nation on Galwyn.
Relaxing time! Everyone is waiting for the Disemboweled Redeemer on the table to die, but he never will! He will only live, day in, day out, just barely retaining his guts and internal organs. In this way he is a Holy Man.
My God, sometimes it’s so hard to look at yourself in the mirror.