Your entire species is being genocided. Your long-lost boyfriend turned out to be a piece of shit. You've killed more people with your giant mech than the next ten ponies put together and have a permanent thousand-yard stare as a result. You've had your very soul cursed by an ancient Outer God. You're such a mess, you would damn near eat ass for a bottle of gin and a pack of smokes.

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When Desert Storm first encountered Mardissa Granthis, she wasn't particularly friendly.

I commissioned 1Jaz for this one. His mechanical details are top-notch!

https://www.deviantart.com/1jaz/art/Mardissa-Granthis-Guild-Champion-866449723

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