Review: Voidchaser – Interstellar I
In space, no one can hear your synths.
In space, no one can hear your synths.
Whaddaya mean I don’t believe in thrash gods?
I talk to Dave Mustaine every day.
Will radiance outshine the void, or will it be sucked into the black hole?
Marlugubre and I go way back.
Come bask in this blackened French atmosphere.
If better never comes, this will have been good enough.
For those whose dreams want them dead.
And here I thought it was a deadly laser.
I’m with Hér[éditaire].
He’s the best he is at what he—oh, wait, wrong Wolverine!