WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
Spilling the blood of the Emperor’s lackeys!
A close second, however, manifests itself in the soul of the psyker. These unfortunates find themselves on the Black Ships of the eternally paranoid inquisition, soon to be sacrificed to the God-Emperor. So long as the Black Ships plunder the void, my warriors will plunder the Black Ships, including liberating their woeful cargo.
The Blood God marches once more!
The drums and horns of war sound, my warriors! The pathetic Corpse-God on his throne pales at their triumphant cacophony!
I am Khorne, the Bloodied, the Valorous, the Unstoppable, and the Unconquerable! I raise my axe in support of my brethren! As my brethren lead the way, Nurgle heals the wounds inflicted upon us by the servants of the vile Emperor. Tzeentch gives them direction for their righteous fury. And my sister Slaanesh, in her infinite wisdom, guides us away from the madness that every warrior faces in his or her duty.
And it is madness that we face, my warriors. Even now, the honorless Imperium sends wave upon wave, not of warriors, but of frightened, ordinary men and women, against our fortifications. The Imperial Guardsman is a soldier to be pitied, not feared, my warriors. The vile Witch-Brides attempt to seduce our proud warriors from their posts. The paranoid inquisition suppresses all attempts to rebel against the iron jackboot of the Emperor. And the disgusting Astartes spearpoint the wanton destruction left by the Imperium.
Against them stand you, my faithful warriors! You soldiers of the Blood Pact, the most courageous and inspiring warriors known to the galaxy! You, Bloodletters, instruments of my bloody will, and fragments of the very soul of glorious battle! And you, noble Legionaries of the World Eaters! Here, as I meditate on my throne of the skulls of the vanquished, I shall hear the prayer of the soldier in a dilapidated trench, the Bloodletter bound by petty bindings, and the World Eater ready to charge into the evil host! Angron the Just shall lead you, my soldiers, into the shadows of war!
And through these shadows, a mighty chorus of noble warriors shall be made manifest with their battle cry……
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!
