'ello der. I lost muh name a bit ago, but e'ryone who sees me hears da Dakka, so you can name me Nob Dakka. I look fo'wad to choppin' and blastin' and smashin' and crunchin' all da pathetic 'umies and pointy ears like da gitz deyz are... aldo dose pointy ears got some fun Dakka stuffz. And any 'umie-lovin' wussy boyz who ain't even tuff 'nuff to call demselves boyz - yea, i'll chop 'dem up too! And any boyz dat dinkz they'z bigga dan me, might hafta chopz dem up too... Actually, betta just get in line and serve da WAAAGH! wi' me and unda me...
Your grave will be unmarked and you will be unremembered. There will be no eulogies for you, no one will sing of your courage, no one will ever aspire to be what you were, no stories will be written of you and your death will go unnoticed. While you lay in a pool of your own blood staring into the sky, the life slowly leaving you, know that your life and your struggle were for nothing. But a Space Marine will live on forever in his death. Prayers are spoken in his honor, stories told of his heroics, songs are sung of his legendary courage, men aspire to be as great as him and his death never goes unnoticed. The Adeptus Astartes are truely immortal. As the chainsword rends your flesh and the bolter brings you to your knees, think to yourself Xenos. Think of what a wasted life yours has been and think of the great Astartes that have freed you from your worthlessness. There is only life through the Emperor. There is only goodness and justice through his grace. The Adeptus Astartes are his sword and they will bring his light upon you like a holy pillar of flame! Hear me Xenos! And regret the day you spawned from that filthy pit you call home! You will learn to fear the Adeptus Astartes and you will learn to regard your life as forfeit! All glory to the Emperor and his mightiest warriors, the Adeptus Astartes!
Dat Mareen boy talks a lot... hope 'is head is still quiet when I put it on da pike on mah shou'da!!! Dahahaha! WAAAGH!!! And t'anks fo'yur 'ospitality, Angel!
