Huh.
I was legitimately thinking about warfare earlier while listening to music earlier (Valhalla Calling - Miracle-Of-Sound [Metal Version]).
While listening to that song (which I'm starting to do almost everyday now because I'm freaking ballin' while I am), I imagine me and my friends (e.g. you wielding a laser-pistol casually sharply-dressed as your namesake Captain Spaceboy, James [@Cory_TheFloof] in a freaking full-on suit of Imperium-Of-Man power-armor wielding a chain-sword despite him being in-fursona at the same time [his trans-flag-colored wolf-head is casually sticking out of the suit because he isn't wearing a canine-fitted helmet], my beloved boyfriend Kendle in his skulldog-mask and his typical furry-femboy clothing sharpshooting with an AK-47 rifle, and me in my avian tech-genius plague-doctor mask as always but with some kind of battle-axe in my hand, and etc.) absolutely going heavy-metal God-Of-War ape-sh*t on the enemy with that song blasting out loud the whole freaking time - it's a bloody wonderful feeling!
I finish listening to that aggressively Norse-metal music, Valhalla calling us and all, and then I go on Imgflip to see what's up, and you bring up the Void-Raven war-cry in the comments --
HOW DO YOU KNOW ME SO WELL???