So are we as a community all deeply emotionally attached to various red stone creations?
Like Grumbot is obvious, that’s our slightly homicidal, capitalistic, boy
But then we also have David (the copper field) & the iron titan (my beloved). Whose creators put so much time into creation that they might as well be considered their crowning achievement.
And at the bottom of the ice berg we have decked out 2 & total chaos which are both ridiculous redstone monstrosities, who’ve had enough blood sweat and tears poured into them that they’re permanent fixtures in their creator’s nightmares.
Yo make a short story short, i love, my dictator robot child, my ore Constructs and the redstone eldritch monstrosities dearly <3
“This is the best Ethiopian I’ve ever had. Do you know a lot about food?” Alec asked. “I mean, obviously you do. Never mind. That was a dumb thing to say.”
“No, it wasn’t,” Magnus said, frowning.
Alec reached for a bite of penne arrabiata. He immediately began to choke on it. Tears streamed from his eyes.
“Alexander!” said Magnus.
“I’m fine!” Alec gasped, looking horrified. He snatched at his piece of bread first and only realized that it was bread when he tried to dab his eyes with it. He dropped the bread hastily and grabbed his napkin up instead, hiding both streaming eyes and scarlet face.
“You are obviously not fine!” Magnus told him, and tried a very tiny bite of the penne. It burned like fire: Alec was still wheezing into his napkin. Magnus made a peremptory gesture for the waiter that might have included a few blue sparks snapping and crackling onto other people’s tablecloths.
The people eating near them were edging their tables subtly away.