Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-37629772-20181206091232/@comment-29435884-20181206112315

As I stare at this tragic scene a voice speaks to me, whispering in my head.

"Give in to me" It coaxes "I'll give you the tools to defeat..." SHUT THE FUCK UP SLAANESH! I'VE TOLD YOU ONCE! I'VE TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TIMES, I'VE GOT THIS!

Well, time to handle this my way.

I fly down to confront the leader of these warriors myself. I've got something to say, and he's not going to like it.

"I get it, I do. You're the creators darlings back in your home universe.Plot armoured out the arsehole, basically unbeatable....it gives you a certain confidence doesn't it...

Well let me tell you you dickless wonders. You're on my turf now. And I've got the plot armour round here. You know what that means buddy boy? You. Are. Fucked!"

TENTACLE BUSHWHACK!

Suddenly the armoured warriors are dragged into an eldritch pit of tentacles from which there is no escape. The leader screams obscenities in my face all the way down. But I, I get the last word.

"One Imperial Guardsman has more balls then your entire mary sue faction put together you overcompensating fuck knuckles!"

Yeah. Got 'em.