In the Grim Darkness of the Far Future, There Is Only a 3-Word-Story.

[Leech]

However the Guardsman

[Deaths Head]

pulled out his

[aeroplane]

enormous collection of




.

[lLonginus]

Warhammer 40,000 models

[psichotykwyrm]

and challenged the

[Wolf Lord Herby]

The Guardsman went and shot himself but missed, then an angry ork chopped off his one remaining functioning butt cheek. 'Ouch!' he screamed, blood squirted out of the syringe he inserted in his Medi-pack. Suddenly he realised the Hounds, oddly enough were barking at Annagron. Manyara turned into a gretchin. "That's odd," Thought the guardsman, "Why would a Gretchin appear in a mangy dog costume?" He then stabbed his pancreas, wonderfully the ork kindly staunched the bleeding, using only a raw grox steak. The blood mingled to create unification thus unleashing Khorne, who wasn't happy with the ork. The Ork sang a song about "crumpin' humies", then crumped da humie with his enormous yet strangely beautiful exposed left metatarsal. Then a bloodletter looked at the crumped humie and giggled sexily, gesturing at his big doll collection, he sat there staring at the only thing standing between the daemon's legs, a rabid kroot. Then Khorne picked up his date at Slaanesh's house. The Guardsman then slapped the kroot, stinging his hand and vibrating his Epidermal ganglia, until Slaanesh killed Khorne's unfortunate puppy Stan to make a puppy pie for Boris. Having unwittingly stepped on his own puppy yesterday, who bit his foot in reply. Suddenly a superfluous Ultramarine stumbled humorously in, wearing a shiny chainmail bikini. He lifted his superfluous bolter and screamed, "Huzzah!" Upon which he exploded, flashily revealing his 2 big watermelons, which splattered noisily into the mouth of a waiting Carnifex, who then kissed an Eldar on the wraithbone. The Wraithbone shivered from the bio-lipstick, which began to be called 'Apocalypstick' and was marketed to millions of Young Unimaginative Marine worshipers who secretly wrote poetry and actively sexified Tau for thier own Squats. Yes, Squats, short, chubby abhumans that were forced to become pets for the Guardsman (and occasionally daemonettes). Meanwhile, on Armageddon, glasses danced often, doing the "Macarena" and eating toast to be smashed! or rather- "jammed" under a large rok that fell on the Baneblade. However the Guardsman pulled out his enormous collection of Warhammer 40,000 models and challenged the

Eldar and Carnifex

[Deaths Head]

High Lords to

[xhivetyrantx]

a loud gamez

[Seth the Dark]

of loud yelling.

[BrotherAzriel]

that ended within