A/N: Just a silly short I promised to publish. GW wouldn't let me touch their IP for real.

Justicar Anval Thawn was considered many things by the Holy Ordos of the Inquisition. Un-dead-able, (was that even a word?) was one of them. The fact that he never stayed dead had many of them wanting to saint him, if not for the secrecy of the Grey Knights.

But from Anval's point of view it was very different.

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He fought hard, as he always did. Covered in the blood and gore of his traitorous cousins and foul warp spawn, he continued chanting the hymns and prayers alongside his brothers.

That was when the Bloodthirster they had been fighting managed to drive an axe into his brain.

"GOD-EMPEROR FRAKKING DAMNIT!" Thawn screamed as the world went grey and he watched his own body get flung across the broken cathedral that once honored the Master of Mankind. He threw his hands in the air in sheer frustration.

Before him were the words in gold:

"GAME OVER"

"Would you like to continue?"

"Yes."

And then there was a 'No.' that was greyed out. No matter how many times he screamed 'No!' at the floating words, it would never take. Some times he would just wander about, the words following him, other times he would just stare at them for hours. Times like these he took a minute to calm himself before saying 'Yes.'

As the world bled back into color, he found himself fully healed and his sacred wargear fully repaired with full ammunition. At least it came with some perks. If he could only figure out how to do that 'level up' thing that the little pop up kept bothering him to do.

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Far away on an ethereal golden throne a man sat with a controller in his hand as he peered up at the big screen Atsronomican.

"Once more into the breach, my friends."

Thank himself for that infinite lives cheat. Chaos was hardmode.