I am being serious! After reading some post about a story with Slaanesh (It was a great 30 minute read), I realized (I never knew I could do that) that being a Slaanesh follower isn't all about sex and drugs. I am wiser now.
Slaanesh is about Perfection first and foremost (alas imo). It can be from dominance (not sexual) but through power of others up to well, being perfect in looks / beauty. The fandom of WH40k reduced Slaanesh down to Sex and Drugs. And Noise Marines also put the Rock & Roll in there lol.
I come back to this thread and you guys taint it with all this slaanesh business..... Perfection and sex don't mean anything to me you weirdos! Story will be posted soon.
We were discussing that Slaanesh is not only sex and drugs... I don't see what is wrong with that, hue.
The majority have agreed upon A. Just as planned....... You walk carefully over to the Tau crate, hoping it's not a trap or one of Tzeentch's tricks. You lift the top off and search within. You have acquired the following items: Pulse Rifle with power cells Photon grenade A confiscated Imperial bolt pistol Dark Eldar kabalite armour with helmet A sad nurgling trapped in a tiny cage Prototype Tau infinite storage cube You put on the Kabalite armour, reload the pulse rifle, and pack everything else into the storage cube. You wonder about the foreboding place, trying to figure out where you have been transported to. You walk through corroding walkways, past through what remains of forgotten prison cells and living quarters. You Jump across bottomless pits and swim through large amounts of sewer water. This place could be an ork stronghold for all you know. You come upon a makeshift ladder, you climb it and lift up a manhole at the top. You appear in what looks like to be a back alley of sorts, though your surroundings are still metallic and offer no fresh air. You can only assume your in a spaceship of sorts, but what kind you can not deduce. Suddenly you hear noises around the corner and quickly get to cover. Your not sure if they're daemons here to finish you off, Tyranids coming to munch of your flesh, or terminators looking for "Holy" relics of the past. What do you do now? A.) Retreat back through the manhole and try another route? B.) Kill the scum whoever they are! None shall survive! C.) Modify a proton grenade to emit a EMP blast and run for your life! D.) Throw your pet nurgling at them!
I... I kinda want to do D... But I'll go with B. Yup, B. Most definitely B. And let Sir Nurglingston out of the cage.
