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03/10/08(Mon)19:07 No.1312834"There are those who will tell you that the so called 'glorious' Emperor of man died the day that he faced the righteous fury of Horus. That his wounds overcame him, and that his life left him, that all that remains is a corpse kept breathing by those false prophets, the Tech Priests. I say no. I say the Emperor lived. I say that he crawled, broken, bloodied, and beaten from head to toe, but he lived, though it took his strength and foul Sanguinus combined just to face the wrath of Horus. Yes, the Emperor lives, even to this day, his wounds long since recovered. He lives, and he hides, uncaring, unmoved, and utterly afraid. The Emperor of man cowers on his golden throne, and his people rot, starve, and die, their cries unanswered. I say the Emperor lives, and that he lives and does not answer his people is only proof that he does not care. Look then to the blessed lords of Chaos, and what do you see? Theirs is true power, theirs is to demand, and command, to desire the very best of us. Those that fail, die, because only the strong deserve the serve the glory of the Chaos gods. The Emperor of man cares not for those that serve him, only that they serve, but the lords of Chaos answer every infraction, crush every failure. What would you rather? To die for an old, foolish, uncaring coward, and let your soul be forever lost, or to die for the great gods of Chaos, and let you soul, be it truly worthy, ascend to serve in the legions of the gods? So this day we fight, and we die, and we give the very best of ourselves. For Chaos! For victory! And to show those worthless dogs of the Imperium that their 'glorious Emperor' has truly abandoned them!" |