Warhammer 40K - KARKER

ITS RANNICKIN' TIME

From the moment I discovered the weakness of my... flesh it disgusted me...

Faithful, enlightened, ambitious... brethren.

In but a single decade, a few mere swipes of the pendulum, we have gathered a sacrifice to Khorne that will be made legend.

Though it was a simpler, weaker voice that illuminated me during my centuries upon the judgement of Carrion... it was Khorne's messenger who showed me the true path to freedom, from our pathetic corpse Emperor.

And what is this path? This purpose? This meaning to which we gather the skulls of our foes?

It is nothing.

It is mindless savagery, this universe is MINDLESS.

In mere hours, billions will die.

Innocent and guilty

Strong and weak

HONEST and DECEITFUL

ALL of them.

They will scream. They will burn, and for no purpose but that mighty Khorne may revel in their bloodshed.

And United in this void of purpose, fear, or duty, we shall at long last... be FREE!

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!

LET THE GALAXY... BURRRRN!