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I have endured the agony of a thousand nights as I’ve seen the future path of my peoples be stomped upon by the feet of madmen and lunatics.
I visualize every death as it happens, the guttings, the beheadings, the poisoning and chokings.
Every death I feel in my bones and in my soul.
This happens many times per second as I stand at guard.
As I stand in vigil waiting for my leader, brother, father to come back from the heights.

I am eternal. I am deathguard.

As I slowly slog my way through the battlefield of a billion dead.
As my boots quietly crush the bones through a viscera of blood and bile.
As I and thousands of my brother slowly march on.
Remember I am Death Guard.
I am your eternal implacable doom.

We march on through the fields of dead.
PowerArmor crunching beneath our feet.
Isstvaan in our heart and souls.
As we have betrayed every bond of blood and brotherhood.
As we stood victorious.
There is shame in me, us.
I am ashamed of our brotherhood.
I start to speak my doubts to my captain
Bolters start to break into my helm. My doubts were public
My failure matches my brothers. We are not worthy
We are unju…...

DIE
the jetpack screams for altitude
DIE DIE DIE as another enemy falls
The jetpack sputters and almost fails
I push the spirit harder, for longer than
I ever dared.
If I fail, if we fail – all of the
empires children … NO Not them
not the forgotten godless angry
remnants of the 3rd legion. Never them.
Never.

These tiny moments of introspection
over I try to find my way across the sky
only to see a whirlwind missile coming straight in.

The powerhammer slams into my back
Shattering the armor, vertebrae and what’s
left of my life.

As I slowly fall back -
the edicts of Nikea slip beyond my bounds
and I become the Warp Unleashed.

Friends and Foe fall beneath my hellstorm.
The warp is my body and soul all screaming
Have I helped?
Have I hurt?
I do not care. I am pure emotion. I am death and I embrace it.

Aye, twas on the shores of Meric we stood.
50,000 proud.
We had the Ars and the Aks
And the water men – men who
could deal with that deadly water.
50,000 of us stood.
Arm to Arm.
Proud as could be.
We were south of the Huds,
In the cold lands. As I said we had
the watermen who could deal with it.
We saw them come in on boats
and as one we laughed
for that was their doom.
Had to deboat one by one
and we’d have them,
being wise in the wayse of the north and watermen
So, we just waited as a single boat
Just one boat came near to shore
and put out it’s ramp.
Down it came … not a man. No.
But a God. I and everyman I ever saw bowed knee.
He was golden from stem to top
and that’s all I could see. He bade me to rise
So I did. I don’t remember what he said
however 45,000 of our men rode out with him
I was to be made a mayor of this town.
Aye, was on the Shores of Meric we Stood.

I had a lot of fun writing these little random tales of 'wtf'. Hope you enjoyed reading em too.