!i2Hk5Ksu8k 09/04/11(Sun)01:36 No.16173331|
>Chaos God Meeting Time!
Reaching out through space and time and death, your mental tendrils twist their way through the Warp, pulling it open for your soul to enter. Anchoring your mind to your body with as much power as you can, you find yourself floating in your favorite void as you attempt to reach out to Khorne and Slaanesh. Voices boom around you as you do so.
"Oh, it's you again. Hehehe. I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself. It pleases me."
"FUCK YOU, I STILL FUCKING HATE YOU. EVEN IF THAT RACE WAS FUCKING METAL AS FUCK. FUCK OFF. FUCK!"
"Very eloquent, Khorne. I'm glad to see you haven't lost your touch."
"OH FUCK OFF TZEENTCH, YOU-"
"Dammit, I told you to not touch me! I mean, ew! Have you looked at yourself?"
"Appearances don't matter. All that matters is your heart."
"Uh huh. Tell me, sweet thing, how come you've only carved Nurgle's symbol into that moon? I mean, you've got four others to work with, why not use those to praise the god we all know is your favorite?"
"FUCK NO, I DON'T WANT THIS ASSHOLE-"
"Look, Khorne, calm the fuck down. Really. Like I explained to you before, we need him for later. You can't just go around killing people for no reason forever."
"LIKE HELL I CAN'T!"
"This is getting us nowhere. Listen, my child. You need to go forth and acquire territory. Help the Tau, befriend them, and spread dise-"
"Look, just go conquer the Tau, ok?"
"No, Slaanesh, that's only you that wants him to do that."
"I DON'T WANT THE BITCH TO DO ANY-"
Feeling this conversation to be a lost cause, you activate your mental anchor. Ripping your soul through the Warp, you lash backwards into your mind, your thoughts once more constrained by your organic body. You feel ill, and it's not just the migraine.