(Thanks to "Old Fart Li Furiously Pounds Nurglings" for the donation. Bonus update 1/5.
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On the bridge of the Fortune, the holographic projector lit up, displaying the Planetary Governor's face and upper body.
The man had a long, horse-like face with a very peculiar expression, and he was extremely thin.
Although he wore the standard formal attire of a Planetary Governor of the Imperium of Man, both Li Qinwu and the captain found him strange no matter how they looked at him.
The captain nudged Li Qinwu with his elbow.
"Holy shit, this guy's fucking weird. I can't put my finger on why, though. He's like something pretending to be human!"
Li Qinwu muttered quietly as well:
"Look how fucking skinny he is. He looks malnourished. Have you ever seen a normal Planetary Governor who wasn't fat?"
There had to be something about the office of Planetary Governor. No matter what kind of hero or tough guy someone used to be, thirty years in that seat would instantly earn him Weizhen citizenship.
Mostly, that fucking job came with far too much work. One person had to manage an entire planet and the eating, drinking, shitting, and pissing of tens of billions of people.
Once his ass hit that chair, he probably wouldn't get out of it for a week or two.
Even if he wanted to indulge in some booze-soaked debauchery, he had neither the time nor the energy. After a few years, his front end would shrivel into a little silkworm pupa, while his back end grew hemorrhoids on top of hemorrhoids.
With all the fun gone from both ends, what could he do but indulge in food?
But this horse-faced Planetary Governor was so fucking skinny that one glance was