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I am going to start this off. Please make this a 40K related story. You can make as many sentences as you want, then finish your part and hand it off to the next person.

In a dark hold, twenty thousand daemons of Nurgle awaited landing. It was the Chaos assault on Manchini and the raid was about to begin...

But Twenty Thousand demons crammed into such a small space was a bad idea. The carnage began long before their craft reached orbit, as they slaughtered each other in epic proportion.

Then, suddenly, they all exploded, and when they arrived they covered the planet with mucus.

Fortunately the Inquisition was there to declare Exterminatus. The end.

The end then ended, thus it was the end of all things that end well in a good way.

But then it seems thaT the Inquisition decided to blow up the end, and so

.....It ended.

And then I woke up. It had all been a dream

And since I'm awake, the dream, a dream of an entertaining thread, has thus ended. Forced to exist as a thread which will be trolled by people with nothing better to do.

Can someone please help me off this thrice-damned golden throne?

My lord!!! Please, don't move!!! No!! You hit the red button!!!AAAAAKH!!!

And with that, the Emperor stood up for the first time in many millennia. Slowly at first, then with increased speed as his muscles remembered their old jobs. He looked about, and smiled at the astonished faces of his attendants.

And then died again.

But, then he decided that he should give humanity a laugh, and reincarnated into a cow.

Humanity laughed endlessly

And wasted away into the form a a large mouth endlessly stretched in a smile.

Afterwards, The emperor was made into a royal burger underneath the Golden Arches of humanity's existence.

Where he was available as a combo with fries and a drink for a limited time.

Meanwhile, Badrukk's flash gitz were coming.

And smelled God-Cow burgers ands DivinePotato Fries.

It was a most glorious smell.

All hail the Crabby Fries!

Mr. Crab raised prices in anticipation of their arrival.

And Badrukk's flash gitz destroyed them.

Then, suddenly, the cow burgers reincarnated inside the stomachs, and gave everyone diarrhea.

As Nurgle danced.

To Isha's love.

Badrukk and the Flash gitz then went to the island in the Specific ocean where they found Belly Jellicus.

And then read a quote from A Game of Thrones.

ThE quote said, "...

"Waste of a good kidnapping"

Or, Khal Drogo has a thousand horses, but tonight he's looking for a different type of