Blood for the Blood god,Skulls for the Skull throne!!!

A Chaos Space Marine’s Diary

The following text is made up of notes from the diary of a Chaos Space Marine in the Black
Legion.

Dreaded Diary,

Day 1, week 1
- Arrived at new camp on planet Ythcolgar.
- Started to feel pain in left arm. No idea why.
- Hung piece of paper on brother Ardius’ backpack reading “Purge me!” and had a good (and
sinister) laugh with the rest of the lads.
- Brother Behemon painted the coolest ever winged skull on his shoulderplate today, and was
brutally butchered by the guv’ (Estragor, Exalted Champion of Chaos) for being a Night Lords
sympathizer.

Day 2, week 1
- Pain in arm growing. Went to Chaos sorcerer, who told me three words: “Extremis
Unconfortablis Mutatis.” I’m visiting brother Arzhar tomorrow, to ask about mutation symptoms.
(Arzhar has already got an ostrich-leg and a bat’s nose.)
- The Guv’ didn’t like the “purge me” joke, and as punishment I spent three hours writing
“You’re dead!” back to front on the front of my squad’s Rhino, in preparation for next week’s
big cityfight.
- Attended brother Behemon’s funeral today. The way sergeant Sargoth placed his blooded skull
atop that burning mound of bones really stirred some emotions, but we all forgot our sadness and
frustration by getting leglessly drunk on boozed-up blood afterwards.

Day 3, week 1
- Awoke with a terrible hangover from last night, and hung on my bed I found a picture of me
making out with a daemonette. This, of course, led to quite a few “HOWs”, “WHYs” and
“WHENs”
- Arzhar (who by the way has been gifted an additional ostrich leg by his patron) told me to
expect a hideous mutation of my left arm. Although I have yet to read about the pros and cons
of mutation, I’m hoping for either a whip-like tentacle or a massive crab’s claw!
- Found a scorched skull on the gound and hung it in my belt, but was then given a thorough
lesson from sarge about martial honour, and how one shall only display battle-trophies that
one-self has won. Frankly I couldn’t care less what he and the Blood God thinks.

Day 4, week 1
- Today we sacked an undefended city on the planet Urnium. Found a convenience store selling
cereal-boxes called “Corn-chaos.” (a fitting name, I might add). The guv, however, took the
cereal’s title as an insult mocking his patron, Khorne, and burned the shop personally.
Fortunately I managed to grab the latest issue of “Universe at War” before the magasine-rack
was consumed by the flames.
- Got into a fight with brother Octavius over which of the two destroyed legions landed on
Istvaan V first. He claimed it was the (fragment missing), but surely it was the colossal landing
crafts of the (fragment missing) legion which first touched the ground?
- Played Death-poker with the lads before going to bed. The only casualty was brother Magnon,
who bought it in the fourth round. Won myself a neat little master-crafted beauty of a bolt-pistol,
and a bottle of some blue liquid. (Note: The bottle was labeled: “Do not add anything”)

to be continued....