Story of mike
"FOOLISH RUNT! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT COSTS?!?!" The startled whipped slave looked up at his master, his orange armour casting a menacing shadow on the ground
"y-y-yes master. I was only t-tu-trying to please you master!"
Looking down on the whelp, Mikethanos (Mike) could not help but feel disgusted. To think that this creature was a neccessity for his work was enough to tighten his trigger finger on his bolter.
"YOU WILL RECIEVE 1,000 LASHES IN THE ROOM OF CONTEMPT, AFTER YOU ARE DONE LICKING AND SPITTING THE PAINT OFF THE FLOOR! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"
Nodding his head franticlly, the slave began slobbering and licking on the ground, desperatly trying to retrieve all of the spilled orange paint from the floor.
Ignoring the creatures screams of pain as Mikethanos stepped on it's back, the renegade marine could hardly control the anticipation of his step as he walked through the gantry. Below him lay his most beloved possesion. A stolen Imperial guard Baneblade, crafted from the forges of Gryphonn V. There would never be another model from that long lost planet, this one recorded as the only surviving model.
ANd to think, it now belonged to him! Of course, when he recieved it, the color of the armour was the gaudiest gray you had seen, but that would soon change. Mass vats of bubbling orange paint sat above the warmachine, ready to be delicatly added to it's impressive armoured flanks.
Smiling, Mikethanos went off searching for the other slaves, his trigger finger still needing to be satisfied.
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