Prologue

Life is hard, and even that is an understatement when you have no idea when and where you will even find your next meal. That is the life that he was born into, the ceaseless struggle that the dregs of society must endure, and endure it he must. Without understanding why, his instinctual need to survive surpassed all else, and it filled his days to the exclusion of all else. Always scurrying from here to there and back again for just a bit of food, those around him started calling him Crumb at a very young age. Now crumbs are all he eats, and Crumb is all he knows of himself. The never ending struggle against death from starvation and with no hope of a future, he found himself doubting the Imperial wisdom that the God-Emperor watched over all of mankind while just a small boy. The constant struggle in life for him was of such magnitude that he cared not for the distant wars in the galaxy; and the idea that mankind endeavors against complete annihilation is overshadowed by the pains in his stomach. It is within these circumstances, with his mind raging with madness, had somehow gotten the idea that change would be good. Surprising those around him, Crumb exclaimed, "I will finally have enough to eat!" Thinking that he was just mumbling to himself again, they turned their backs, not knowing that he was conversing with Tzeentch himself. Feeling so hungry and disillusioned, the Chaos God had convinced Crumb that this was the only path open to himself for survival. Survive he must, survive he would, Crumb would do nothing less. This recognition of that need to survive, convinced Crumb utterly and completely that this was the correct path to take.

From his lofty perch in the warp, Tzeentch was thoroughly impressed with himself. Knowing that his machinations would soon bear an extremely bloody fruit, and that it would cement his own position as the one pulling the strings. Laughter began to be heard by warp sensitive beings throughout the galaxy, and one mind heard the signal that all he had strived for these past millennia would finally begin. "Let the Time of Severing finally begin!"