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Anonymous 01/30/19(Wed)17:03:58 No.6435188764352168 64352204 khorne.ipg (1.79 MB, 1600x1572) File: doo >64351082 The intruder tromped across the cracked lands of Khorne's domain, shotgun in hand. Demons beyond counting lay in the armored slayer's wake, mangled and broken. A bloodletter sprang from the ground, only to have its own sword pulled from its claws and rammed down its throat. A Daemon Prince shimmered from the essence, charged forth in unimaginable fury, and was then ripped limb from limb with precise hatred Such slaughter would have brought joy to Khorne, but something cold crept into his burning essence as he watched the intruder tear its way through his realm in the Warp, throwing away its victims like less than garbage as soon as they were dead. This was not glorious slaughter. This was extermination With unerring determination, the intruder fought his way to the Skull Throne. Khorne rose from his infinitely high mountain of skulls and bellowed a challenge to the unknown champion, raising his sword high to smite the offender out of existence The battle raged for an eternity. But a short eternity it was in the Warp, and Khorne found himself bloodied and beaten with the armored man standing over him. The slayer grabbed Khorne's throat. The armored champion hesitated just long enough for Khorne to mutter a pathetic plea for his life. All in the Warp heard it All in the Warp heard his screams as the Slayer tore him to pieces. The Blood God's agonized cries fell upon utterly pitiless ears, as the Slayer went to work fulfilling his own creed. He would rip and tear. Not for skulls. Not for blood. Until it was DONE. Anonymous 01/30/19(Wed)17:20:04 No.643521682264352424 File: doomguy3.ipg (14 KB, 235x314) 6435188 Tzeentch had seen Khorne's fall, as he had foreseen all things. The Slayer, singular in purpose, would be easily manipulated. With the Raven God's gifts, he would easily be corrupted to serve the mad plotter's endless schemes. All it took was a mere whisper by his vast mind to drive any man to madness. Riddles that his own servants would obsess over for centuries were mere idle thoughts to him. This Slayer would be no challenge to wrap around his finger. He allowed the Slayer to beat his favorite sorcerer into pulp. It was by his will that the Rubric Marines did not even slow him down before becoming ashy piles of rust on the crystal plains of his domain. And it was all but expected that the Slayer would strangle Ghargatuloth to death on the steps of his palace. Pawns must fall to capture the king The psychic door of Tzeentch's inner sanctum was kicked open, and the god greeted the Slayer with a crooked smile "Just as planned" he wryly chucked What he did not plan was the Slayer pulling him down from the mind-aether while he tried to beguile the champion with his maddening riddles. For the A single black obsidian tear ran down his fractal face as the Slayer pulled the trigger. time, Tzeentch did not know what to do as the Slayer s double-barreled shotgun holy blade, against Tzeentch's throat Anonymous 01/30/19(Wed)17:32:59 No.643524242264352758 File: doomslayer4.ipg (38 KB, 400x40 >64352168 Nurgle knew he could only delay. Rots and plagues he had only conceived of in his wildest dreams flowed from his mammoth cauldron. His productivity was not of a burst of inspiration, but out of a need of pure survival. The foulest muck that could exist swirled around the Slayer, coating him in plagues that could wipe out Hive worlds in min Microbes crawled like maggots around the Slayer's green armor, but none could xploit, or the smallest weakne even crac anc The Slayer tromped on, making his way through Nurgle garden until he had finally arrived at his works staring at the g god with ry Something bubbled inside Nurgle. A laugh. He laughed heartily, bitterly, at the realization that Death had finally come for the Plague God. He kept laughing, his massive putrid gut wiggling with delight as the Slayer drowned him in his own cauldron. As the Slayer walked away, he heard an xpected sound behind him. Sobbing. He turned around to see Isha at the dead Nurgle's side, hugging his bloated corpse and crying, shimmering tears ing down her face The Slayer watched the goddess grieve for only a moment before turning back and continuing back into the maddening wastes of the Warp Anonymous 01/30/19(Wed)17:51:16 No.64352758 File: Hehascome png (927 KB, 960x540) P> And so Slaanesh was alone. So truly, truly alone. After killing his way across their domain, the Slayer had gazed upon the Perfect Prince's perfect form, and was duly unimpressed. There was nothing Slaanesh could offer, no pleasure he could entice with So he ran. Across the Warp, across the realms of minor gods, shrieking in panic as the Slayer pursued. After untold aeons in the loose time of the Immaterium, Slaanesh found themselves cornered as the Slayer advanced upon them. The God of Pleasure could only tremble in fear as the Slayer loaded two new shells into his shotgun A scream shuddered throughout the universe as the last chaos god died in fear. The Eye of Terror swirled shut like a healing wound, and Eldar everywhere were overcome with joy as they knew She-Who-Thirsts was finally dead Malal cackled for the rest of eternity. Ynnead secretly seethed this his ultimate revenge was denied. The fragmented mind of the God-Emperor could only smile. Gork and Mork applauded the good krumpin' that orky fella done did to the chaos gits The Slayer simply ejected the spent shells of his weapon, walking away from the dead prince of pleasure. Khorne. Tzeentch. Nurgle. Slaanesh. They were simply the biggest targets. Infinite other demons and petty tyrant-gods still tormented the innocent through the Warp. His work was not done. He would rip and tear Until it was finally DONE.

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Anonymous 01/30/19(Wed)17:03:58 No.6435188764352168 64352204 khorne.ipg (1.79 MB, 1600x1572) File: doo >64351082 The intruder tromped across the cracked lands of Khorne's domain, shotgun in hand. Demons beyond counting lay in the armored slayer's wake, mangled and broken. A bloodletter sprang from the ground, only to have its own sword pulled from its claws and rammed down its throat. A Daemon Prince shimmered from the essence, charged forth in unimaginable fury, and was then ripped limb from limb with precise hatred Such slaughter would have brought joy to Khorne, but something cold crept into his burning essence as he watched the intruder tear its way through his realm in the Warp, throwing away its victims like less than garbage as soon as they were dead. This was not glorious slaughter. This was extermination With unerring determination, the intruder fought his way to the Skull Throne. Khorne rose from his infinitely high mountain of skulls and bellowed a challenge to the unknown champion, raising his sword high to smite the offender out of existence The battle raged for an eternity. But a short eternity it was in the Warp, and Khorne found himself bloodied and beaten with the armored man standing over him. The slayer grabbed Khorne's throat. The armored champion hesitated just long enough for Khorne to mutter a pathetic plea for his life. All in the Warp heard it All in the Warp heard his screams as the Slayer tore him to pieces. The Blood God's agonized cries fell upon utterly pitiless ears, as the Slayer went to work fulfilling his own creed. He would rip and tear. Not for skulls. Not for blood. Until it was DONE. Anonymous 01/30/19(Wed)17:20:04 No.643521682264352424 File: doomguy3.ipg (14 KB, 235x314) 6435188 Tzeentch had seen Khorne's fall, as he had foreseen all things. The Slayer, singular in purpose, would be easily manipulated. With the Raven God's gifts, he would easily be corrupted to serve the mad plotter's endless schemes. All it took was a mere whisper by his vast mind to drive any man to madness. Riddles that his own servants would obsess over for centuries were mere idle thoughts to him. This Slayer would be no challenge to wrap around his finger. He allowed the Slayer to beat his favorite sorcerer into pulp. It was by his will that the Rubric Marines did not even slow him down before becoming ashy piles of rust on the crystal plains of his domain. And it was all but expected that the Slayer would strangle Ghargatuloth to death on the steps of his palace. Pawns must fall to capture the king The psychic door of Tzeentch's inner sanctum was kicked open, and the god greeted the Slayer with a crooked smile "Just as planned" he wryly chucked What he did not plan was the Slayer pulling him down from the mind-aether while he tried to beguile the champion with his maddening riddles. For the A single black obsidian tear ran down his fractal face as the Slayer pulled the trigger. time, Tzeentch did not know what to do as the Slayer s double-barreled shotgun holy blade, against Tzeentch's throat Anonymous 01/30/19(Wed)17:32:59 No.643524242264352758 File: doomslayer4.ipg (38 KB, 400x40 >64352168 Nurgle knew he could only delay. Rots and plagues he had only conceived of in his wildest dreams flowed from his mammoth cauldron. His productivity was not of a burst of inspiration, but out of a need of pure survival. The foulest muck that could exist swirled around the Slayer, coating him in plagues that could wipe out Hive worlds in min Microbes crawled like maggots around the Slayer's green armor, but none could xploit, or the smallest weakne even crac anc The Slayer tromped on, making his way through Nurgle garden until he had finally arrived at his works staring at the g god with ry Something bubbled inside Nurgle. A laugh. He laughed heartily, bitterly, at the realization that Death had finally come for the Plague God. He kept laughing, his massive putrid gut wiggling with delight as the Slayer drowned him in his own cauldron. As the Slayer walked away, he heard an xpected sound behind him. Sobbing. He turned around to see Isha at the dead Nurgle's side, hugging his bloated corpse and crying, shimmering tears ing down her face The Slayer watched the goddess grieve for only a moment before turning back and continuing back into the maddening wastes of the Warp Anonymous 01/30/19(Wed)17:51:16 No.64352758 File: Hehascome png (927 KB, 960x540) P> And so Slaanesh was alone. So truly, truly alone. After killing his way across their domain, the Slayer had gazed upon the Perfect Prince's perfect form, and was duly unimpressed. There was nothing Slaanesh could offer, no pleasure he could entice with So he ran. Across the Warp, across the realms of minor gods, shrieking in panic as the Slayer pursued. After untold aeons in the loose time of the Immaterium, Slaanesh found themselves cornered as the Slayer advanced upon them. The God of Pleasure could only tremble in fear as the Slayer loaded two new shells into his shotgun A scream shuddered throughout the universe as the last chaos god died in fear. The Eye of Terror swirled shut like a healing wound, and Eldar everywhere were overcome with joy as they knew She-Who-Thirsts was finally dead Malal cackled for the rest of eternity. Ynnead secretly seethed this his ultimate revenge was denied. The fragmented mind of the God-Emperor could only smile. Gork and Mork applauded the good krumpin' that orky fella done did to the chaos gits The Slayer simply ejected the spent shells of his weapon, walking away from the dead prince of pleasure. Khorne. Tzeentch. Nurgle. Slaanesh. They were simply the biggest targets. Infinite other demons and petty tyrant-gods still tormented the innocent through the Warp. His work was not done. He would rip and tear Until it was finally DONE.

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