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*looks at Verviedi with disgust*
So sue me. I've killed many xenos in my career, including many of your comrades during the Zeist Campaign (OOC: I think that's the spelling of it anyway, don't have the book on me ATM). And trust me, your kind did far worse to my brothers there. Besides. Your buddy there was already dead from the impact. That "jump" was misfiring nerves. I did nothing. Besides, you've already tried to kill me a few times.

He had a name, you know. It was Frank. Frank the Tau. And you desecrated his corpse for no reason whatsoever.

...Now I have to wait for my player to start another game so he can be restored to life. Aren't there treaties against killing people while they're off the board?

*Reverently shuts the Battlesuit's chest compartment*

Rest In Peace until the next game, Frank.

OOC: Your spelling is correct, just checked it.

Brotha, shall we pruhpare to deep strike against these Tau, stationed in sphess?

*Watches the Boreale slowly drag Frank's Battlesuit away*

...No. You do not desecrate the corpses of my soldiers!

*Grabs the Battlesuit and briefly exits the Room through the ceiling via jetpack, and the sound of a warp portal opening*

*Comes back ten minutes later*

He is safe now, he is in the Foam of the Lost, ready to be restored to life next game.

*stands in front of a Tau Battlesuit and extends wrist blades*

Let us fight, blue ooman. I must gain another trophy for my clan.

*to Selym*
I think we finally found someone nuttier than you! "Foam of the Lost" heh.

*to Verviedi*
Frank? That doesn't sound like a Tau name. I think you're making things up to try and make me feel bad for shooting him. Heh.

Brotha, I too think the Tau is balwd and fewlish!

Look, I'm not the one naming them! If I were the one naming him, he would be called Shas'El Vior'los Wu'shas, but I'm afraid my player's tradition is that the first one who dies every game is always Frank the Tau! And technically, he was the one placed to allow for my Deep Strike, so he was the first casualty!

You should feel bad for desecrating his corpse anyway. I shouldn't have to tell you his name.

OOC: Just assume that the Farsight I'm playing is what happens when two of the same special characters are on the board at the same time. I can't justify desecrating THE KING's personality so badly otherwise

*to Selym*
Drop the Guardsmen, they suffer enough just by being in the Guard* *lifts the Guardsmen out of the backpack and sends them on their way*

*laughs at Verviedi*
So you're telling me I should feel bad for killing xenos? Something that I was trained to do by my Chapter? Something that all Marines do with great joy? You're lucky that I haven't just killed you already, consider yourself lucky I just shot your dead buddy

Edit:
OOC: I'm not entirely sure that I'm playing a Marine properly, well, at least as properly as the Room allows. So don't feel bad. I actually like it, gives me lots to work with for my guy

*dodges a blast of plasma from the battlesuit and jumps at the battlesuit, but it uses its thrusters to nimbly leap overhead*

You are more of a challenge then I had expected.

*lunges at battlesuit again, and grabs onto its leg as it tries to thrust away*

Wait. You actually feel joy from killing? Killing is just duty to me, for the sake of pace in the future. I try to forget the individual deaths of my enemies. I don't even like killing Orks that much.

*Steps between 2BJ1 and the Battlesuit*

Really? Really? He just fell through a dimensional rift and smashed through the ceiling, and now yet another thing is trying to murder him while he's already out of play. I don't want to have to return someone to the Foam early again today.

Space Marines take satisfaction in the destruction of our enemies. For they are unrelenting in their attempts to destroy the Imperium, so must we be unrelenting in our efforts to destroy them. It is simply the way of things.

This scenario plays out, taking The Holy Relic of Matteus Wardicus from WK:

*pushes past Verviedi*

This is between us. I need a new hunt, and can't yet find a chance to get oomans to hunt without being hunted in turn...

[Finds CBC sat on top of a pile of pilfered items, playing with a yo-yo] ... You know what, stay there. You're probably safer than you are normally.

[Gives a Blood Raven a hard stare] You trade him for anything and I'll be quite annoyed.

*goes into a frothing rage at the relic being stolen and beats the snot out of Selym, and takes back the Holy Relic*
*calls for aid from the Ultramarines, a Tactical Squad surrounds me*
*Runs away with the Relic*

Now, let our fight resume, giant.

*charges at the battlesuit with a combi stick*

OOC: Damn, five pages in one day? I can't keep up with you guys!

BIC: "I've just been meditating and communicating with the Protoss Conclave, what has transpired while I was away?"

*Sees 2bj1 fighting with the battlesuit*

"Looks like business as usual, as the Terrans say."

*running away from a tide of Blood Ravens whilst carrying the Holy Relic of Matticus Wardicus*
*Runs right through the Protoss Base*
HI, EXCUSE ME, BYE! *all in one breath*
*continues running*

OOC: We're just that dang good Zerg

OOC:

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Finds CBC sat on top of a pile of pilfered items, playing with a yo-yo] ... You know what, stay there. You're probably safer than you are normally.

[Gives a Blood Raven a hard stare] You trade him for anything and I'll be quite annoyed.

What's CBC? I think I missed something...

OOC: Yeah, holy Terra you guys, slow down

BIC: What seems to be the commotion in this fair corner of For-Um

 Selym wrote:
OOC:

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Finds CBC sat on top of a pile of pilfered items, playing with a yo-yo] ... You know what, stay there. You're probably safer than you are normally.

[Gives a Blood Raven a hard stare] You trade him for anything and I'll be quite annoyed.

What's CBC? I think I missed something...

OOC: (Cartoon) BC. The other commissar avater I use depending on mood. The one with the butterfly and giant knife. I'm busy forgetting to redraw his hat to a Santa hat or I'd have swapped back by now.

*narrowly avoids a wave of plasma and impales the combi stick into its thigh to climb onto the suit*

*punches WK in the face, and takes the HRMW*

Stehl!

*selym is unable to reach me because of the tactical marines protecting me, I retain the relic*
*tac marines punch selym across the room in retaliation*

*a horde of pissed-off Bluhd Rehverns charge in, for fisticuffs and waffles*

Brotha I am hit!

*Sees Selym and WK fighting*

"Terrans, you should find a way to share that relic instead of fighting over it. It really is unbecoming of Space Marines to brawl each other like hooligans over some trinket."

*covered in angry Ultramarines*

Brotha I am pinned here!

...How does one steal an Ultramarine?

And why am I not in the Foam right now?

*Tilts head slightly*

Oh no, he's heading towards another table, without his best Commander? I think he rewrote his list!

*Ultramarines rip apart selyms backpack and free themselves*
*I begin beating up selym*