A/N:
i've been thinking about expanding into other characters points of views, like i did with the space marine in earlier chapters. i don't know if i should though, i'll leave it up to you lot, do you want more people, or should i stick with the guardsman?
one other thing. this story now sits at 2k words and 8 follows. this is officially the best story i have written so far! thank you for supporting it and i hope i don't disappoint in the future :)
now then, while it is awsome that i have so many followers, i'd like to make a request.
please for the love of the god emperor, review the story, i need to know what improvements i need to make, and what you think in general. plus, reviews help boost my moral.
oh also, the writing style of this story is meant to be like our MC is writing in his diary.
with that said. enjoy the chapter!
I'm finally being transferred from Armageddon to somewhere else.
YES!
i'm now going to be spending the next 6 months in an oversized coffin with guns as it plows through a literal hellscape like a black templar on warp dust.
NO!
and if that doesn't turn a bad situation into a FUBAR situation, it turns out that the actual black templars will be traveling with us.
which means we are going somewhere that will make armageddon look like a sunny outing in a park.
FUCK!
as long as the templars don't get too zealous , i'm sure i will make it out more or less alive. probably not in one piece though.
why couldn't it have been the salamanders? they are a helluva alot easier to get along with.
i mean, their preffered method of killing people is to hug them to death.
not a bad way to go truthfully.
getting hugged to death by a big green guy with glowing red eyes and coal black skin ranks pretty high up on my 'things i want to be killed by' list
deamonette is number one by the way.
i mean, if i'm going to die. might as well die motorboating, y'know?
i probably shouldn't be writing about this when i'm on a ship filled with some of the most fanatical space marines this side of the milky way.
but hey, when has that ever stopped me?
So. here i am, stuck on a bigass ship for several months, and i have nothing to do.
black templars have been pretty calm all things considered.
no mass executions or anything.
weird.
when dorns angry boys came aboard, i thought that the purging would begin almost immediately.
i am dissapointed.
at this point i'm hoping the gellar field will break.
anything to break the monotony.
so, we still haven't been told who or what we are fighting.
is it gonna be endless orks?
unkillable necrons?
untouchable eldar?
invincible traitor marines?
insane cultists?
ravenous tyranids?
blood hungry khornate beserkers?
magic space wizards with one to many eyes to be considered safe?
walking talking virus bombs of nurgle?
big tittied deamonettes of slaanesh?
i hope it's big tittied deamonettes of slaanesh. as i said before, if i'm going to die, i want to die motorboating.
i was tempted to put tau in the list, but lets be honest, the tau are fucking pansies.
they have vagina forheads for fucks sake!
evolution can be a bitch sometimes.
you know what? my hand is starting to ache, so i'm gonna finish up.
heres hoping the black templars actually do something to break my boredom that doesn't involve me being set on fire.
they can do it to others, just not me.
yeah i'm selfish, so what?
AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm going to be spending more time working on this story, which means I'll be putting more effort into it. more effort means bigger chapters. so the next chapter probably won't be out for a week at most.
thanks for reading, and I'll see you all soon.
