Hwee har glad to syee Khorne so pleeshed whith hour werk... I can't do this, my head's gonna grammatically explode.

Knocked this one outta the fuckin' park, you did. Just as maim burn rape god rotting planned. It's this kind of craziness that reminds me why I love Warhammer so much. Now, that said, DIE FOUL DAEMON SCUM! BE PURGED IN THE EMPEROR'S NAME, and so on and so forth.

Fave'd.

Hwe hwill kapthur the hwaffhles for Kay-oss

Dumb as a falling pile of bricks. Excellent.

Hey, dude? I don't log into FFNet much, but I felt the need to do so just to inform you that is the funniest goddamn thing I have ever read in my entire last... uhm... year. I think. It likely beats the Angry Marines for pure unadulterated roflmao-inducing crack-up potential. I am HYSTERICAL. OH MY GIDDY GOBSHITE GOD. I'm reading this while listening to this trollsy-ass shit;

watch?vBgQgtm43VNg

And spamming paragraphs and links to your story (and that video) all in equal measure so everyone can get as about-to-bloody-puke insane as me about it. They're now asking me how many drugs I've taken tonight and which ones. Apparently I am coming across as just a tad mentally unstable. Amazing.

But seriously, this stuff is incredible in the highest degree and you are Legend (with a capital L) in the highest degree for placing this landmine of epic hilarity for me to inadvertently step on when I sprinted across the link to your story on tvtropes. Oh my god. OH MY GOD. /I am CRYING./

As much as I'm terrified Cultist-chan is going to raise a fifth chaos god of mirth empowered by every act of inane buffoonery and drug overdose in all creation, I love her anyway and I love you for birthing her into existence. I love you. I'm sorry if I'm not coherent right now because I've just ingested the equivalent of literary MOONSHINE. I want the ability to underline and italicise shit in reviews so I can properly express exactly how hard I'm laughing at my poor confused computer. My ribs are straining. Those are going to need medical attention, I'm sure. I think I peed myself just a tiny bit. And my stomach feels sick. Maybe I'm going to throw up all over my sleeping cat. I wouldn't be surprised. It's happened before, and I have an atrocious habit of aiming for people when the old esophagus decides to play up. Maybe the Ruinous Powers are in my subconscious, slowly subverting me to acts of immense trollage and warlock evil.

Let me just end this embarrassing and hellishly overdone and half-inebriated ramble with the words I platonically love everything about you and shamble off to my little corner of the warp. This is perfect. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA.

this...is a work of art :D

This kind of faith is either completely dillusional or parodical. Chaos Space Marines will never allow this. If Cultists are allowed to think with their mind, they will start questioning why the Ruinous Power want so and eventually will find out Chaos Space Marines have made up lies to abuse them from the beginning.

Aww, I think this story is a very good illustration as to Why we Must Not Worship the Ruinous Powers...

...Ill go hide in my Definitely Nothing to Do with Chaos pit in the depths of Lawfully Aligned Commorragh, Im safe there and can be decadent in peace.

Keep up the good work.