Your a little late wraith, but then I don't think I can blame the old dead eldar for having a bit of a problem with keeping up with the present. We were just having a discussion, care to join the slaughter?
*As the drop-pod is set lose falling towards the planet down below, to war, as he feels the atmosphere take hold of his craft, of himself and his battle-brothers he recalls his first battle as a scout against the hated heretic, the foul xenos, a warm sensation of pride and duty swells over him, five millennium in the service of the chapter, millions of battles fought, billions of foes slayed, and now down below another battle awaits, more enemies to slay, as the drop-pod hits the ground and the doors slams open the Astartes dissembark and once again marches to war* Kill the alien brothers and purge the filthy heretic, we are death and we have come to this world to do battle in the name of the Emperor and for the Imperium of Man.
in the name of Emperor all xenos, traitors, heretics will burn i cleansing fire !! welcome and enjoy fun
So many children aching for the honor of worthy death, it makes me wonder how you loyalists are taught in these times. *Revs chain-axe, keeping his eyes upon the treasonous Eldar* It matters not, He cares not from whence the blood flows, only that it flows.
*Latorian grins, revealing long fangs, bracing his heavy bolter* About time! FOR RUSS, FOR THE ALLFATHER!
It is suddenly very primitive here. Come, my kin! Let us grant these savages the privledge of hacking eachother to pieces and be on our way.
So I see you have chosen retreat? Pity, I would deeply enjoy carving out that silver tongue from your mouth before you died farseer. Feel free to find me if your courage finally recovers.
