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And if we're talking about the REAL number of primarchs....it's actually 23. But we don't talk about them. Because *BLAM*.

Nah, it'd be 21. Alpha and Omega were an extra one, and two were blammed making for 19 primmies in the great crusade.

Given that the Primarchs are all effectively minor gods, and that the space marines by that metric are angels/servants of those gods, it does make some sense that changes in the Primarch would supernaturally influence their legion.

*something something sympathetic/parasympathetic nervous systems*

Don’t quite remember the exact context due to fever right now, but that may or may not have something to do with that stuff. I’ll try elaborating once my brain’s working rightly again.

Alan, Sea Guy

<Well, after I put that magic kool-aid in my eye, I turned into the ocean! I also met this guy/girl named Ocean. So yeah. I'm an ocean man!>

Keep talking to Brad; ask him how the heist went. He get anything cool, or manage to get through that door?

Oh, and can I see Zech anywhere?

((I had a sword?))

That's quite alright, using my hands is still entertaining!

Quickly close into the pike guy while the other two are still off balance and he still has to turn around to face me. Get inside the reach of his weapon and hit him in soft spots - throat, groin, eyes, etc, until he falls down. Then stomp on the backs of his heels to make sure he won't get back up.

If the other two manage to charge at me while I'm doing this, shove pike guy at them and continue maneuvering around to their sides or rear.

First time I've remembered a dream in a while:

Family and I pull into a parking lot at random in the inner city. I'm wondering what the hell we're doing here when my father gets out and starts talking to these Albanian guys, and I can hear bits of their conversation, mainly the words 'size' and 'potency'. Naturally I'm suspicious, so I get out of the car to see what the fuck is going on and why he thought it was a good idea to buy drugs off of Albanians in a parking lot ... in the middle of the day.

So they go behind their dinged-up blue van and I follow to see them unloading the biggest sandwich I've ever seen in my life from the back of the truck. The thing was like 6 feet long, pre-sliced, and shaped like a chicken leg. It had (metaphorically speaking) enough lettuce to make a tree and enough salami to assemble a pig out of. I ended up helping my father load the sandwich into our car and then we drove off, with him commenting that he was glad those guys still sold the sandwiches, because they were his favorite snacks.

TL;DR what I initially thought was a parking-lot drug deal at 2 in the afternoon turned out to be some Albanian guys running the weirdest sandwich operation I've seen thus far.

Not entirely sure what to think of that.

Assuming I have me knives still (well, at least two, I don't think I lost that many during my various shenanigans), take out the fucker with the pike first if I can. Constantly keep moving, circling around them and not letting them back me into a corner or any such thing. Hit their legs, arms, etc when they overextend to attack me - if I can hit their weapon hands, all the better.

Also, like, throw sand in their eyes and stuff too. Taunt their mothers.