HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

BAWHAHAHAH !!!



You are cattle mortal, and you cant even see it.

Every time you spill blood in the name of your fake god Khorne relishes in your violence.

Your foul hives and forges in their putrid stagnation stand like great temples to Nurgle.

The scheming and lying nobles you call your leaders that deal in your life and misery for their own ends are nothing more than playthings to my master Tzeentch.

Every victory, happy moment and small pleasure you feel in your life empowers Slaanesh.



No, my foolish little speck of cosmic dust. Every day we grow stronger by your own doing and as long as your race exists so will we, you cannot defeat us for your own existence gives us our powers !