I Anonymous ( Thu) & 25 Na.
pity the guardsman.
a weak sad; of flesh destined ta die for a dead god that never cared, it spends its pitiful, brief life, alone in his foxhole with nothing ta keep him company, or ta
keep him safe, than the , most disposable of equipment. perhaps the glow from his lasgun barrel keeps him warm at night.
Me? As a servant of the powers I enjoy the delights of all this world and the Warp has ta offer. power. it courses through my veins. the gifts of the ohms gods will
soon overtake me, and one day i may even Ascend. What has the guardsman ta look forward ta but a grim life, and if he is looky, perhaps he will feel nothing as
my axe sends his soul ta Ghame.
he lives fora corpse god, he shall join his god.. as a corpse. I shall spare half a second ta think of him and his kind. Then I shall only laugh. Hail Chaos!
FUCK YOUR HE REST
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I Anonymous ) 04: tta
You would laugh, monster. But let me remind you.
Within that weak saw of meat and bone, uncared for by his god and wept for by none, beats a heart. A human heart, that oan' ies with it the strength and mum? of all of mankind. Within that saw of
meat is espoused the hope, the will, and the fury of every men women and child from every borner of the Impero um. Within that weak saw of meat, festooned in thin armor and weapons only
powerful in numbers, beats the heart of a men. And for ten thousand years, the hearts of men have beaten, strongly, in defiance of your so dialled "powers". For ten thousand years, the hearts of men
have stood united meinst a galaxy that despises them for no reason save that they had the audacity not to lay down and die. For ten thousand years, your black crusades have been pushed mom
beaten down, and made a mockery of, by weak saws of flesh with cheap weapons, and disposable equipment.
For that weak saw of flesh that you so gleefully mook is no supersoldier, no immortal mentor, no creature cursed by ohms like you. He is a man, an Imperial Guards men drawn from some forgotten
borner of the Impero um to fight for his spades and for the safety of the people he loves. He is a factory worker, a farmer, a storekeeper, a father, a brother, a son, a mere man. And meinst creatures
like you, teeming and numberless, powered by the very wills of thirsting gods... He holds the line. He has held the line for ten thousand years.
So what is your meme, ?