Here's the next set of rules from a very exasperated chapter master. I hope you all enjoy! I love reading all your reviews; I really do appreciate them, and hope you keep telling me what you think!

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201. No longer allowed to joust in Sentinels.

202. No longer allowed to summarily execute anyone who's mean to the Orgyn.

203. No longer allowed to try and outfit all of our companies with jump packs.

204. No longer allowed to hold competitions to see who can write their names in the smallest gilded letters on their armor.

205. No longer allowed to call Tyranid Rippers 'cute'.

206. No longer allowed to call Grots 'cute'.

207. No longer allowed to try and train Grots as chapter serfs.

208. No longer allowed to try and convince Grots to "Throw off their chains and overthrow the bourgeois oppression" of their overseers.

209. Seriously, just stop it with the Grots, okay?

210. No longer allowed to write fan mail to Trayzn the Infinite.

211. No longer allowed to claim you're possessed around the Chaplains, even as a joke.

212. No longer allowed to imply Tyranids are allergic to corpse-starch rations.

213. No longer allowed to ask why the majority of Deathwatch Captains are Dark Angels.

214. Even if we are gene-enhanced, the reason Space Marines are so powerful is not "lots of drugs", and it is wrong to tell mortals otherwise.

215. No longer allowed to make any substance intended for consumption that can double as Banewolf fuel.

216. No longer allowed to bench press mortals.

217. Or deadlift mortals.

218. Or curl mortals.

219. No longer allowed to use mortals as weights, period.

220. Yes, even if they ask.

221. Librarians are not allowed to throw cutlery at annoying brothers with telekinesis.

222. No longer allowed to use the word dakka.

223. Plan B is not automatically Exterminatus.

224. No longer allowed to call the Flesh Tearers the 'Angels of Collateral Damage' to their faces.

225. No longer allowed to play polka music. At all. For any reason. We're Space Marines, and we have a reputation to maintain.

226. No longer allowed to do anything you saw a Rogue Trader doing.

227. No longer allowed to replace our chapter's Whirlwinds with trebuchets.

228. You cannot fix broken power armor with duct tape.

229. Techmarines are no longer allowed to run fix-it shops for the Guard when they get bored on crusades unless they get permission from the Mechanicus.

230. No longer allowed to bet on how quickly incompetent Administratum officials will get eaten by Tyranids.

231. Apothecaries are no longer allowed to administer drugs in a suppository format.

232. Even if the brother in question was being incredibly annoying.

233. Librarians are no longer allowed to give telekinetic wedgies.

234. No longer allowed to form conga lines.

235. Referring to your brothers as 'bro' is acceptable. 'Broseph', 'broski', and 'brotatochip' are not.

236. No longer allowed to steal your own soul.

237. No longer allowed to do anything that would give a daemon of Tzeentch an existential crisis.

238. Whirlwinds are not pump action, and it is wrong to try and convince people otherwise.

239. The Recclusiarch is no longer allowed to monologue for more than six hours straight.

240. No longer allowed to play a saxophone while riding a Land Raider into battle.

241. No longer allowed to paint floral patterns across your armor.

242. No longer allowed to find a loophole in Cult Imperialis Cannon Law and subsequently submit an application to be Ecclisiarch.

243. No longer allowed to get married. Even if it is just for political purposes to get House Griffith on our side and is both mutually-loving and self-fulfilling.

244. Brother Baldwin is both the reason and grandfathered exception to the above rule.

245. No longer allowed to wear sunglasses on deployment.

246. No longer allowed to paint sunglasses on your helmets.

247. No longer allowed to buzz the fortress monastery in Thunderhawks.

248. No longer allowed to play Disco Inferno when using flamers.

249. No longer allowed to find out which form of Tyranid bounce higher after being dropped from a ten story window.

250. No longer allowed to 'teabag' dead Chaos lords.

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There we have it! I hope you all enjoyed. As usual, I always appreciate any questions, comments, concerns, criticisms, and reviews!