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Consider this a social experiment. Rules for this are simple;
-Keep it around 3-6 paragraphs long
-Describe your life in a 40K analogy
-Can be written in first or third-person
'Ere we go...
I was born on the forest-planet of Columbia, but my family and I were sent to the Hive World of Edmonton when I was at a young age. I have little to no memory of life back on my homeworld, but I can recall my time on Edmonton. As Hive Worlds go, it wasn't extremely bad, but I've seen better. We lived in a district (can't recall the name) that was on the outermost fringes of all the gang-violence that was rife through the lower levels of the city. The Ecclesiarchy didn't hold much sway over this world for some reason, so there were plenty of diverse religious views around here from what I remember. From ages 5-13, I was apart of the Departmento Munitorum under the tutelage of an Adept whose name escapes me. For awhile, it seemed as if I would be another cog in the titanic machine that the Munitorum was and that I would spend my days working as an administrator for the Departmento. However, the Changer of Fate it seemed had other plans as I was constantly harassed and abused by other students of the Munitorum. Now, when I look back on those days, I can see how I ended up where I am now. Words of hate and spite directed at me have a much stronger impact on me then it would on others. Over time, my mind slowly began to warp and it became a much darker and more twisted place.
Rather then become an Adept, I instead became drafted into the Imperial Guard and was sent to a training world in the Polynesian System when I was 14. I didn't get along with anyone else here, but I sure as hell wasn't 'normal'. Through all of the pain I had to put up with on Edmonton, I became more independent and free-thinking. I would disobey the orders of my senior officers, so I was naturally disliked by the commissars. They couldn't accuse me of Heresy because of a lack of evidence, but they weren't entirely off the mark. I heard dark whispers in my head, all of them speaking of a fate far better then life as a faceless soldier. They spoke of an army of demigods that roamed the stars in gothic warships and how these warriors were free from the binding scriptures of the Imperium. Clad in baroque armor, they were regarded as Traitors by the Imperium, but these warriors were the salvation of the independent, offering positions of power to those who could fight their way to the top. Rules were virtually non-existent, it was every man for himself. Needless to say, I would find a way to become apart of this army.
As I got older, I finally deserted the Imperial Guard. Fleeing to the wastelands, I came across a Traitor Guardsmen regiment identifying themselves as the Karkross Brigade. They recruited from deserters and prisoners, their ranks made of the scum of the Imperium, but they were valued by the Lord Marshal of the Brigade. I swore my service to them, and from then on I became a Renegade Guardsmen. For the next few years, I was able to survive and thrive in the battlefields I was sent to. Amongst the other Renegades, I had sharper and quicker reflexes, resulting in me surviving past the usual life-expectancy of three months. Consequently, I was offered a chance to be inducted into the Chaos Space Marine warband known as the Execution Legion, an army of demigods dedicated to destroying all that I opposed. Accepting, I was brought to Skarnalax to be tested as an Aspirant, a test that I narrowly passed. After the painful implantation of the gene-seed, I became a Chaos Space Marine. Over time, I battle-forged bonds with three others I could call my Battle Brothers. While I am dedicated to destroying the Imperium, I'm against the worship of the Chaos Gods, and so I still own my soul. While I don't quite fit in here, I'm still more welcomed here then I was in the Imperium.
And then in a state of sleep-deprivation I created this thread
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