Hathor Lupercal

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early | I can't put that whole song into one comment. So i put one verse instead. Rest In Peace Gordon Lightfoot, you absolute legend, and Rest In Piece to the 29 men that lost their lives on that stormy night on November 10th, 1975.

I just stumbled on this, but over on Sora, I just made a Horus Heresy slop video series that casts various influencers as the primarchs.

Announcement! the Arch-Traitor is here, I was going to use a pre Heresy version but talkie didn't let me so this is what we have, anyways all questions, comments, and concerns will be answered here