"What the frak did you just fraking say to me, you little hive-rat?"



What the frak did you just fraking say about me, you little hive-rat? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at the Schola Progenium, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Abbadon the Despoiler’s fleet within the Eye of Terror, and I have over 300,000 confirmed kills. I am trained in Catachang warfare and I am the top sniper in the entire Vindicare Assassin Temple. You are nothing to me but just another heretic. I will annihilate you with precision the likes of which hasn’t been seen since the Great Crusade, heed my fraking words. You think you can get away with saying that grox-♥♥♥♥ to me over the data-network? Think again, scum. As we speak I am contacting my networks throughout the entire Imperium of Man within the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Adeptus Astra Telepathica, and your exact location is being traced right now so you ought to brace yourself for the coming Crusade. The Crusade that snuffs out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fraking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my psyker abilities. Not only am I extensively trained as a Primaris Psyker, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Astra Militarum and I will use it to exterminatus your miserable hide off the face of the Materium, you little abhuman. If only you could have known what holy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fraking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the tithe, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ servitor. I will ♥♥♥♥ burning promethium on you and you’ll go up in flames. You’re fraking dead, kiddo.