!B2bSxiuNtM 10/05/09(Mon)22:25 No.6150007|
*Yes, but you already knew that.*
"Indeed. I see you came prepared. Which I knew you would. Which is why I prepared."
A flick of his wrist turns your cards into a whirlwind and lands on his desk. You're now powerless to speak.
"If you wish my aid, you will not speak, and I shall accept that as a token of your subjugation."
He looks to your cards. At the top of the pile on his desk, ironically:
*Fuck off, cunt. Khorne is my homeboy. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!*
You can still move, and draw your Khornate Daemon Weapon. It gurgles blood and spews off profane phrases of death, murder and violence, staining the walls and his desk.
"... Not as planned. BUT I PREPARED FOR IT!"
You feel your voice return. Your cards are reduced to ashes.
"I'll take your Thousand Sons, just as planned, and stomp Cadia, just as planned, and defeat your mortal enemy. JUST AS PLANNED."
Tzeentch looks upon you with an air of disgust.
"Yessssss... HIM. THE ONE MAN TO BEST ME IN A GAME OF CHESS, 10,000 YEARS IN THE MAKING."
You grin. You've somewhat made the Lord of Change rage.
Just as planned...
"Very well. Take the Thousand Sons and crush the man known as Creed. Then bring his body to me so that I may play with it... I need new model ideas."
With a flick of the wrist, you're back in your ship. A bit more insane from the jaunt into the warp, but meh, whose counting YOUR insanity points?
No one, that's who.