<During the Game>
As the game started, Alicia was glad to be on one of less active parts of the table.... Even if that meant being a little too far from the action for her taste, but hey, that's what Raiders are for. When Gargant met Gargant, she was praying to the Dark Muses that the two K.O'ed eachother so that her forces didn't have to deal with them.... But to her the Major's forces presented too much of an easy target so her forces went in for a strike on his guys, and it seemed to be going well, even if some of the Wych Squads had lost more than a few models due to some unlucky rolls on her part.

<Transition>
When things started to change into 40k, Alicia at first felt un-phased by the change at first, after all, it did seem like Agents Temporalis to her, only that she was in some sorta VR version of Eternal Crusade like Agents, with her being one of the Scourges with a Shardcarbine and Ghostplate armour which was better than what the Wychs had to make do with. Still, she wasn't informed that any prototypes was being tested NOW!

<Battle>
Once she felt that any VR loading time had been done, the now winged Dark-Eldarlicia flexed them and found them surprisingly responsive, but then again she hadn't been a big fan of wings for flight, instead preferring jetpacks and the like in Agents. Either way she didn't worry that much about the reality of it all as she took flight into the battle, the air of the battlefield being a welcome feeling along her feathered wings. She and the rest of the Squad, lead by a Solarite landed within shardcarbine distance of one of the Solar Auxila squads.
As the Splinter Cannons and Shardcarbines of the Scourge squad spewed death upon the poor humans, claiming ten lives in as many seconds, Dark-Eldarlicia found that she could taste the sweet agony of pain and death and wondered if that was good programming on whoever made the VR Eternal Crusade.

One second Rico was moving Tusk and a unit of bloodletters so they could slam into an imperial Auxilia unit the next he was in the middle of a war zone. He stood motionless in utter confusion for a few seconds before he noticed the shear amount of noise and motion going on around him. This knocked him back into reality which seems to be an actual battle between the 9 armies he and the other gamers were playing. He could even see Tusk and Joe leading the charges he had been them setting up for not to mention the two massive gargants fighting in the middle of the battlefield like giant rock 'me sock'em robots equipped with giant machine guns and chainsaws.

As Rico slowly got a grip on his current situation from watching what happens around him a sudden spike of fear came upon him when he realized he was holding a massive Hellblade and upon further inspection his hands were no only red but ended in black claws. As he inspected his body he noticed that what was once been an overweight and somewhat clumsy torso and limbs had somehow turned into the slender and muscular form of a bloodletter. As he opened his mouth in surprise a long pink tongue fell out and he quickly retracted it back into his newly found mouth full of sharp pointed teeth. He tried to speak for a moment but all that came out of the daemonic mouth was screeches and unintelligible daemonic words.

He would continue to browse his new body for a few more seconds until a shot from a near by squad of men dressed like Solar Auxilia grazed his cheek letting loose a drop of daemonic blood. This created a shot of pain that snapped Rico back to his surroundings though the wound imidiatly closed and stopped bleeding the pain was still constant a sharp and almost itchy feeling. This coupled with his complete mental distress lead his mind to form a conclusion no matter how unlikely it was "This must be a dream!" Rico said this as best he could as he fought back the daemonic language that had so desperately wanted to be spoken enstead.

Rico began to laugh almost uncontrollably as he began to walk towards the squad that had managed to get a hit on him while he was having an mental break down. He raised his Hellblade above his head with both arms and brought his pace up to a sprint more liken to a mad dash and began to let his mouth speak the unintelligible words as he and the chaos horde charged into the Auxillia lines. As he dove in he swung his massive sword and cleaved through the squad's two shotguners that had sought to deny him his fun next came one that was trying to crawl away but with a swift stab to the back of the head he went limp.

Rico wasn't sure whether with was a dream or a nightmare or when he had gone to sleep and to be honest he didn't dream that much at all but what he did know is that in this dream he was in service to the blood God and he will do his job well. He smiled as he picked up one of the limp bodies and threw it at a fleeing sergeant and the rest of the his squad. The body managed to hit one of the men near the back of the fleeing group and Rico using his daemonic strength leaped into the air and pounced on the fallen man impaling him through the chest with his sword. Rico yanked it out of the ground and corpse and continueed chasing the squad until they had stopped running and had decided to face him and his fellow bloodletters. In a matter of seconds he hacked one of them in two severing his legs from his torso and had already run the sergeant though with his clawed hand.

When he looked back at where the rest of the men were his fellow daemonic brethren had already laid into them. After killing another by twisting his head the other direction they heard a monstrous roar of tusk the leader of the daemonic forces who was calling for them to join him in another charge. And so they left the remains of the humans and ran towards the giant winged Bloodthirster to join in his charge.

<The Game>
Percy thanked Nuffle silently that after going last, at least her army didn't suffer a debilitating Warp Storm effect. It's happened to her a lot recently, and she really wasn't fond of losing half her army to a "Khorne decides to smite your everything" result. Much like Alicia, she sighed a breath of relief that the Gargants were fighting each other and so far, her Keeper had survived quite well. Which was good, because 666 points were quite hefty. On the other hand, she'd already lost her Grinder, which was not pleasant at all.

But nothing had been decided yet, and her experience taught her that Daemons could recover quite well, dice permitting. Daemonic Instability giveth, and taketh away.

<The Transition>
It started with a cough as the models started to move. Everything felt so much like diving into AT - but slower... and this wasn't a video game, was it? Like a slow change, she didn't notice it at first, and only when her entire surroundings were different was Percy reminded that everything was... wrong. Different in a way it should not be. She scratched herself, her skin itching more than ever before, scratching, until she drew blood. Until she utterly ravaged her own skin, tearing strips from her arms. And then, the nausea had set in, she felt sick, sweaty, filthy. Her head almost exploded in pain, her vision glowing blurry. The sensations were too strong, and she was forced to her knees.

<The Battle>
Rising onto shaky claws, a tall, emaciate feature gazed at their own hands in disbelief. Pallid, greenish skin was pulled taut over bony fingers long enough to fully close around a human's head, with hellishly sharp purple fingernails extending from their tips. Tears, many tears were in her arms, exposing the blackened flesh below - this looked disturbingly like necrotising fasciitis... but it did not hurt. No, the pain had stopped, the itchiness had stopped. Percy felt quite comfortable, actually.

She continued to examine herself. This body was taller, and her skin felt like a blanked loosely wrapped around a body without substance, a body like a scarecrow, with a tear going through her middle that quite happily exposed her innards and seemed to produce a never-ending stream of bile that... really should have alarmed her, but for some reason it seemed just fine. Running an elongated tongue over pointy teeth, and her hand over her face, accidentally poking herself into a third eye... she'd found that... however weird it sounded... she'd probably transformed into a Plaguebearer.

Percy had fallen behind the other Nurglite daemons of her army, but they were paying her no mind. Too disoriented at first, she just stood there, watching those other armies fight, when she noticed a rusty, long blade at her feet that compelled her to pick it up. It was undoubtedly a plague sword, and swinging it felt... natural, like everything else.

She slowly moved forward, feeling compelled to join the other Plaguebearers in front of her, but as they were a bit off from the other armies - closest to the Tau - she was spared the fighting at first. And somehow, the thought of... not... getting to touch life... to end it... to spawn new life, and further the cycle... it somehow saddened her.

Yes. She felt glum... Glummer than before. Sad that she couldn't... do what she wanted to do... as if disappointing someone.

At first, all Jim could see was darkness and all he could hear was the sound of gunfire and explosions, suddenly light poured into his vision as he was being hauled up by something. He looked to his right and saw an Ork Nob staring back at him "Get back into the fight ya git!" it said before running off and immediately getting blown up by cannon fire. At this point Jim was confused and disorientated, He looked down only to find a large metal jaw obscuring his vision, he raised his arms to find one was a huge steel Klaw and the other a combi-weapon.

He realized immediately that he was in the body of an ork Meganob, he closed his eyes for a few moments and opened them just to make sure, Jim saw all of the orks running towards the other armies, he just stood there for a moment to process what was going on, and then he took a bolter round to the chest by a chaos space marine luckily the armour protected him, if he was in a situation were he was not a 9 feet tall killing machine and he got shot and survived Jim would of probably run away, but not this time. He ran towards the marine trampling and killing a few cultist along the way, Jim then proceeded to slice the marine in half with his power klaw.
He felt a sense of achievement,

Jim looked up to see his Gargant fighting other Jim's Gargant at first he was confused, he thought that this was a random reality he had been pulled into but now he knew, the reason he found himself face first in the ground was because he was in the Meganob that had fallen over on the terrain, Jim was about to put it back onto its feet before he was pulled into the actual battle, it all made sense now. he had never felt power before, but now he was a Meganob.

-Transition-
Vulpas smiled as he had his line held with sorritas and space marines. The predators had there hold and the Helios bringing down righteous artillery and bombardments, As the game went on he checked his music to see if he had turned it up. No just as before. Vulpas thought to himself turning it off he put a hand to his head feeling odd, Maybe it was his medication but it felt like something scratched at the edge of his mind placing thoughts that weren't his in.

Vulpas turn again came taking his own dice he began to play figures seem to move on there own more noise getting louder and louder along with the scratching, Feeling nausea he put a hand to his head and another in his pocket to take out a charm he always carried with him a lighter and a cross belonging to a long passed relative. Trying to bring his mind back together he tried to focus on them as it felt like a change was going on around him explosions, sounds, and voices all overloading his senses, Vulpas felt fear, pain, anger, rage all of his emotions bottled up seem to spill, as it all went dark, His body all the while emanating a primal fear that kept telling him to flee.

-Battlefield
As Vulpas forced open his eye he heard a roar in front of him, He held a staff in front of him as he noticed and registered in all parts of his mind was a daemon. It brought back its hammer and swung it at him. Vulpas raised his staff in all hopes some power or beliefs that he had would shield him. Parts of his mind panicking as he felt what felt to be a drain of his own life and a bubbled a appear around him.

The hammer connecting sent the librarian flying. Vulpas all the while tried to brace himself as he came down between a squad of marines almost killing him. Breathing heavily he wondered what the hell happened as he still found a staff clutched in his hands locked in.

While he gathered his thought he began noticing the changes in him his hands were bigger and seem to be armored, his mind felt stronger, and he felt more balanced. He felt a hand help get him up, A apothecary pulling him back as sounds of thunder and explosions raged on. His mind slowly putting the pieces together. Vulpas was a space marine, more questions came through his mind as he heard shouting gathering his thoughts together again.

He wondered if he was in a dream if so he needed to roll with it until he could gain control and wake up. "I am alive!" he shouted. "Brother! get up we need to get back to the firing line, its going to start raining artillery on this position. We have gotten the coordinates to the captain Yarin and he wants us to fall back before the fireworks start. Good work drawing the daemons attention while we got them plotted in." The sergeant said as he got to his feet.

The marine firing as they moved the Khornate daemon attention now placed on the the auxilla as a las cannon blasted found its target at the daemons chest. lesser daemons began approaching. "Fire and move brothers, none shall find us wanting!" The sergeant bellowed as he fired his bolter. Looking to his belt Vulpas grabbed what seem to be a plasma pistol, Taking aim with skills he never had before he began firing and moving with his brothers.

Taking out two daemons out of reality with his plasma pistol as it barked fire, before he put a hand to his chest feeling what felt to be inner pains. reasoning in his mind began thinking as he tried to explain the pain likely from being hammered through the air and landing on the ground with the weight of a tank. Continuing to move back wards he put the pistol to his belt and held on to his staff readying it if they got to close.

@Casavay | @BadDo9

The German Fire Warrior blinked a few times when an awkward Plaguebearer marched among them, he moved different and there was like a grey fog or something over him... He took another, closer jump to the army of Chaos, not really minding the grotesque creatures too much, although it was strange. He would have expected to feel their sinister powers and pounding them on his head, like in the lore. But instead his mind was steeled with the mission of finding his girlfriend amongst this monsters, for the Greater Good of their relationship!

Approaching, still invisible and taking much care to not bump into anyone or reveal himself, he got closer and closer to the mysterious plaguebearer, weapon carefully risen. That is where it got reaaaaallly weird. He could swear to see Percy inside of the monster, like a semi-transparent figure emitting from the center of the creature, was that how the avatars were handled or something, to decide between AI enemies also known as NPCs and Player Characters? Without much thought to it, expecting her to be as confused as him, he simply poked her with his Burst Cannon, tapping her on the shoulder from behind.

Jimbo startled himself, as the world around him seemingly melted around him. It was all too surreal really. Maybe he was hallucinating but it all seemed too real. The Orks around him seemed to be alive, breathing, moving, fighting, and even smelling exactly what one would expect from the greenskins. What made their appearance even more odd was that they looked familiar too him. He knew his models when he saw them. He's been able to pick out his Orks from other player's Ork models. Even if they seemed to be exactly the same. No. These were his Orks. His Deathskulls. And as he looked up that was his Gargant duking it with other Jim's Gargant. He couldn't help but grin at the sight, it was exactly how he wanted the fight to go down. It was exactly as he imagined it. As he went to put his hand under his chin to admire the spectacle he realized just how big his chin got. Just how big his hands got. How green? they were. How green he was. And then he realized what was going on.

He must have fallen asleep.

This was a dream from his overactive imagination. And now he was dreaming that he was an Ork on the fields of battle. Maybe he really should take a break from the hobby. He felt kind of bad falling asleep in the middle of a game like that. It was odd to him that nobody bothered to wake him up. But he figured, hell, this is a dream, he's pretty lucid, might as well have fun before being dragged back into reality. He looked at what was around him. It was his Nob squad. The squad he always had for shits and giggles. He put more points into all of them to have 'eavy Armor. Some were decked out with Big Shootahs and Choppahs, and some had two handed chain axes to tear up anybody dumb enough to get into range and Shootahs. He looked down to see what he had as far as weapons went.

He had a wrench, a big wrench yes, but it was mainly a wrench. Why the hell did he have a wrench. He looked behind him, and saw a battlewagon of his, painted in a beautiful blue. So a Mekboy he was. Made sense. The nobs looked bigger then he was afterall. It made even more sense why one of them turned around and yelled out too him. "Oi! Get ta fixin up da wagon ya runt! We wantz ta see da rollahz squish dem gitz ova dere!"

He must have been near the squad he placed supporting one of his battlewagons. So he went up the battlewagon, didn't seemed too heavily damaged, most of the flak must have been directed at the Gargant and the battle fortresses. So he tried to get to the controls of the Battlewagon and tried to start it up. Dang thing didn't want to budge. So he tried again. Nothing. And he tried again. Still no luck. Eventually Jimbo just got so frustrated with the damn thing he started smacking it with the wrench. Too his surprise it started up. And it started up really fast. The Battlewagon roared on ahead, steamrolling one of the Nobz in his squad and headed toward the thick of it all. Running over anyone that happened to be unfortunate enough to be it's in path. He looked upon the senseless carnage wrought by the death machine and grinned. "Ere we go!" he said in a rather practiced Orkish accent followed up by a hearty, "WAAAGH!" As the deffrollah crushed some spikey gits under it. This was exactly the sort of nonsense that got him into Warhammer in the first the place, probably exactly the reason why he was having such a dream.

And a fun dream this will be.

@Vulpas
As Rico reached Tusk and his gathered horde he noticed something in the background. Something was strange about a Liberian within a space marine squad that was moving back. He appeared to have a normal human inside of him and it was some how brightly highlighted. The bright light coming from the Astartes hurt his eyes that were not used to such a bright light. This only served to bolster his anger and confusion had made it much easier to give in to the instincts and pure rage instilled into his daemonic body.

It was then Tusk sounded the charge with a roar even more mighty than the one that had assembled the horde. Bloodletters and flesh hounds sounded smaller yet still terrifying roars as they began to sprint towards the Solar Auxilia ranks that were now backed up by space marines. Rico charged with the rest of his brethren laughing hysterically as they smashed into their lines and began to tear into them. Rico managed to get into a group of Furies and grab a hold of one as they flew into the thick of it near the glowing Liberian.

Upon landing on top of a surprised devistator Rico quickly plunged his sword into his neck killing him. He then took the fury by the ankle and threw it at the glowing Librarian but as expected of a psyker he had some sort of energy field around him that upon impact the fury's physical form was too damaged and it was returned to the warp. The librarian seem to be barely phased by this which angered Rico enough to jump towards him screaming the daemonic words that forced their way out from his mouth.
[8 kills in all so far]

@TuskatheDaemonKilla
Vulpas felt anger well up inside him as he saw the daemons he felt a burning sensation in his head and he thought he heard whispering for a moment his mind blocking it attempting to block it out as he went, Vulpas spotted a daemon cut down a devastator marine that was covering there retreat.

Vulpas's anger rising he raised a force dome as the same daemon through another one of its kind at him being blocked to only be sent back to what Vulpas could tell was the warp. Raising his staff he readied as he saw flesh hounds and blood letters chasing them down.

As he focused upon the daemons he thought for a moment he saw something familiar within one of them, A shape a person he knew? his mind forced him to the situation at hand as he raised his staff blocking a one of the blood letters blade as the marines behind him fired and fought for every step back.

His eyes flared blue and lighting began to discharge as his force dome vanished and he pushed one of the blood letters back, Summoning his power into his staff and this time a dome like shape appearing around the staff He let out a roar and swung it back banishing one of the blood letters that attacked him. Bringing it down wards he brought his staff down with both hands onto a jumping flesh hound. Vulpas jumped back as another blood letter came jumped at him slicing at him and cutting through a part of his pauldron.

Pain shot through his arm as he felt his own blood flow his arm shot back as he felt his blood flow, the daemon in question was the very same one he thought he saw the person in. Vulpas clenched his teeth and focused his power through his staff and raised it ready again.

The space marines behind him keeping him covered from the other daemons as he fought and kept his eyes on it. most of his mind telling him to banish it, destroy it, and purge it from existence and another part of his head was curious about the figure he saw within. "Daemon! Tell me what loyal soul you have with you!?" Vulpas yelled in rage wondering if he saw the soul of one trapped within the daemon. Raising into a melee stance He spoke again. "Daemon I will banish you back to the hell you came and free the trapped within you!" Vulpas yelled trying to figure out if he could banish it and free the trapped soul within the daemon.

@lord-watchman

Jim was now in the middle of a huge charge against chaos forces led by Warboss Wugbakk himself, he was screaming at the top of his lungs just like all the other orks were, it just felt like the right thing to do. The ork hoard slammed into the chaos army like a battering ram, Jim was having the time of his life, even if it just was his new orky mindset sinking in. Immediately he distinguished a Chaos Sorcerer among the crowd, his body was transparent and a human form within it, unfortunately the Meganob mistook this transparency for greater power, he stared at the Sorcerer for a moment before shouting at him. "I'm gonna av your ead!"

Jim stood out like a wolf among sheep to the Sorcerer at this point, he began to fire his twin-linked shoota at him, hitting everything but the intended target, Jim started to charge knocking back everything smaller than him, he felt more and more anger the closer he got to him, and suddenly he burst out screaming. "WAAAAAAAGH!"