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Made in gb
Pragmatic Collabirator




Corpse filled trench somewhere.

Victus was a PDF sharpshooter spending his 55th day in the bloody trenches of his besieged Hive world.

The heretics had taken control of the city of Puer and had been bombarding the Death Korp and PDF forces in retaliation. Victus knew that the time was nearing, the time in which another suicidal charge from the Death Korp would swarm the no-mans land, the masked Korp troopers had been preparing artillery and ammunition for the past 2 days. Victus burrowed into his dugout which he shared with the rats and lice which had been crawling into his skin every time he slept. He turned to the dugout opposite him, in which a blank looking gas masked Kreig trooper stared at him. Victus turned around as the tension between their eyes worsened, Victus soon released that the Kreigsman was fixing his bayonet and counting his las-rounds. Victus knew that this only happened 2 hours before the charge, though he looked around and saw that no other troopers were doing the same, he turned his head around as he felt cold metal on his neck. "Don't you f****** tell on me you heretical scum, I'm going to pay my debt to the emperor as you and your hell-bound ubermensch sit here", the knife slipped from Victus's throat and the Kreigsman climbed over the rusted barbed wire above the trench, and ran to the enemy bunker before faint shots were heard.


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