Dirty Xeno scum crawl back to your wretched hives. Come back here when you figure out how Eldar actually pronounce Human
Wot'z all dis?! 'Ummies an pointy ears scrappin' over who is best?! Well dey's both smaller and less green den us Orkz, so dat's all da answer you'z need. If you need'z me ta prove it, den I'll get me boyz for a propah WAAAAAAAGH!
And this here, my fellow kin, is exactly why the mon'keigh are so easy to use. It only takes one of our despicable and totally incompetent fallen brothers to evoke a clashing between them and the greenskin. If it would have been one of our own, you can be assured, the storm would have grown exponentially. But, as that would be a complete waste of useful tools to battle the Great Enemy, we should consider ourselves lucky, those wretched things we used to consort with have done the deed. Still, utterly pointless and wasteful.
Orkz put up a much more tougher fight, especially in huge numbers than eldars. Be it dark, or not. As soon as the winds not blowing in your favor, you bail out as fast as you can, while orkz ferociously fights to the last. Mostly. Keep babbling from the safety of the webway, your words means nothing if you not backing them up with action. And usually you dont.
Mon'Keigh is your true name. It was your name when you had just barely pushed yourselves pass the point of being a puddle of slime in that cesspool you call "Terra". We gave you that name; and you should wear it with pride, knowing that an Eldar took the effort of noticing your pitiful existence. But no. In your misguided pride, you thought you had been given the right to give your own species whatever name you wished. Were we not kind to you? We could have exterminated every last one of your tree-dwelling kind, we could have put out the sun from which you leeched light and sustenance, we could have erased every memory of your existence; and the Galaxy would have been better for it. The Gods of Chaos would not have gained the unending slaves they have now. Not to mention the uncounted other tributes you give to them daily. No. We left you be. And this is how you repay us? You curse our name, and scream of your desire to kill us to the last? This is how you pay back our infinite kindness and mercy? Even during the treachery of the Corpse-Seer's son, Eldrad - the greatest of us all, Isha keep him - tried to help your kind to a better destiny. And for our gift you tried to once again murder us. I see now that perhaps, we did not do enough. Perhaps we should have guided you to a better path in life. Your future could have been bright and full of hope, serving us and having a small part in the infinite beauty of our Empire. That does not excuse your actions, however; they only make them more despicable. Our only error when dealing with you, has been too great displays of kindness. Perhaps when we rule this cosmos once more, the remains of your race have learned of their infinite mistakes; and will seek forgiveness. For the sake of those few who survive, I urge you to stop this misguided "crusade" against us. This is no threat; it is a warning given out of mercy. I pray your pride does not blind you to that mercy again.
