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1d4chan>SpikesHigh: Added "Shroud of Night" parallel

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Added "Shroud of Night" parallel

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	A random story by a sleep-deprived anon. moderately interesting.		A random story by a sleep-deprived anon. moderately interesting. Also interesting in that a senario very similar to it ends up happening in the novel "Shroud of Night". Perhaps BL writers aren't above lifting elements of a neat story when they see it.

	==Story==		==Story==

2607:FB90:D41E:656F:23E2:43DF:26E9:AD5C: /* Story */

2020-03-28T17:23:06Z

Story

2607:FB90:D41E:656F:23E2:43DF:26E9:AD5C at 17:17, 28 March 2020

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	A random story by a sleep-deprived anon. moderately interesting.		A random story by a sleep-deprived anon. moderately interesting.

174.74.87.113 at 20:33, 10 December 2012

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	"...Yes."		"...Yes."

	''I have watched you. I have not come to tempt you in this moment of mortality. You do not fear your own death. I know you are loyal to your Emperor. You will not turn from him for anything I can offer.''		''I have watched you. I have not come to tempt you in this moment of mortality. You do not fear your own death. I know you are loyal to your Emperor. You will not turn from him for anything I can offer.''

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	''You are the first I offer this boon, but you will not be the last whatever you decide.''		''You are the first I offer this boon, but you will not be the last whatever you decide.''

	''And, with some satisfaction'' it added, ''I think not even your Changer will anticipate this.''		And, with some satisfaction, it added ''I think not even your Changer will anticipate this.''

	"Why me?"		"Why me?"

1d4chan>Windows2000pro: added to Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000

2012-05-27T08:11:49Z

added to Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000

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	[[Category:Stories]]		[[Category:Warhammer_40,000]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000]]

66.7.201.111: /* Story */

2011-09-08T21:56:16Z

Story

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	"...Yes."		"...Yes."

	''I have watched you. I have not come to tempt you in this moment of mortality. You do not fear your own death. I know you are loyal to your Emperor. You will not turn from him for anything I can offer.''		''I have watched you. I have not come to tempt you in this moment of mortality. You do not fear your own death. I know you are loyal to your Emperor. You will not turn from him for anything I can offer.''

1d4chan>Mr.Culexus at 21:39, 8 September 2011

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	The old officer didn't. Years of training and muscle memory conspired to wheel his arm around and level his [[bolt]]-pistol on its next target.		The old officer didn't. Years of training and muscle memory conspired to wheel his arm around and level his [[bolt]]-pistol on its next target.

	He startled, however, when he saw the angry red light of the shot that would kill him. The world remained frozen as he stumbled out of himself. His body didn't move. The ~~[[Cultist-chan\|cultists]]~~ didn't move. The fatal bolt didn't move. A shell from his bolter remained fixed in its tumble to earth, a beautiful pirouette of smoke marking its trajectory.		He startled, however, when he saw the angry red light of the shot that would kill him. The world remained frozen as he stumbled out of himself. His body didn't move. The didn't move. The fatal bolt didn't move. A shell from his bolter remained fixed in its tumble to earth, a beautiful pirouette of smoke marking its trajectory.

	Circling the scene, he had to admire the angle. The shot would hit him right through his eyepiece. And that was when he felt the presence. Overpowering and coming from everywhere at once. He knew at once it was what had frozen this moment. And he knew at once it was of Chaos.		Circling the scene, he had to admire the angle. The shot would hit him right through his eyepiece. And that was when he felt the presence. Overpowering and coming from everywhere at once. He knew at once it was what had frozen this moment. And he knew at once it was of Chaos.

1d4chan>Munch munch at 20:05, 28 January 2010

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	The old officer didn't. Years of training and muscle memory conspired to wheel his arm around and level his [[bolt]]-pistol on its next target.		The old officer didn't. Years of training and muscle memory conspired to wheel his arm around and level his [[bolt]]-pistol on its next target.

	He startled, however, when he saw the angry red light of the shot that would kill him. The world remained frozen as he stumbled out of himself. His body didn't move. The [[~~Cultis~~-chan\|cultists]] didn't move. The fatal bolt didn't move. A shell from his bolter remained fixed in its tumble to earth, a beautiful pirouette of smoke marking its trajectory.		He startled, however, when he saw the angry red light of the shot that would kill him. The world remained frozen as he stumbled out of himself. His body didn't move. The [[Cultist-chan\|cultists]] didn't move. The fatal bolt didn't move. A shell from his bolter remained fixed in its tumble to earth, a beautiful pirouette of smoke marking its trajectory.

	Circling the scene, he had to admire the angle. The shot would hit him right through his eyepiece. And that was when he felt the presence. Overpowering and coming from everywhere at once. He knew at once it was what had frozen this moment. And he knew at once it was of Chaos.		Circling the scene, he had to admire the angle. The shot would hit him right through his eyepiece. And that was when he felt the presence. Overpowering and coming from everywhere at once. He knew at once it was what had frozen this moment. And he knew at once it was of Chaos.

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	The old officer didn't. Years of training and muscle memory conspired to wheel his arm around and level his [[bolt]]-pistol on its next target.		The old officer didn't. Years of training and muscle memory conspired to wheel his arm around and level his [[bolt]]-pistol on its next target.

	He startled, however, when he saw the angry red light of the shot that would kill him. The world remained frozen as he stumbled out of himself. His body didn't move. The didn't move. The fatal bolt didn't move. A shell from his bolter remained fixed in its tumble to earth, a beautiful pirouette of smoke marking its trajectory.		He was startled, however, when he saw the angry red light of the shot that would kill him. The world remained frozen as he stumbled out of himself. His body didn't move. The world didn't move. The fatal bolt didn't move. A shell from his bolter remained fixed in its tumble to earth, a beautiful pirouette of smoke marking its trajectory.

	Circling the scene, he had to admire the angle. The shot would hit him right through his eyepiece. And that was when he felt the presence. Overpowering and coming from everywhere at once. He knew at once it was what had frozen this moment. And he knew at once it was of Chaos.		Circling the scene, he had to admire the angle. The shot would hit him right through his eyepiece. And that was when he felt the presence. Overpowering and coming from everywhere at once. He knew at once it was what had frozen this moment. And he knew at once it was of Chaos.
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	Musing.		Musing.

	''The ways have changed. Less and less desperates turn to Chaos as the eons go by. Though your technology stagnates, its employment has been most effective. Things need to change for our continued survival. I need to change. Chaos as it is is dying. Does that please you?''		''The ways have changed. Less and less desperates turn to Chaos as the eons go by. Though your technology stagnates, its employment has been most effective. Things need to change for our continued survival. I need to change. Chaos as it is, is dying. Does that please you?''

	It did, but he listened quietly.		It did, but he listened quietly.

	''You are the first I offer this boon, but you will not be the last whatever you decide.''		''You are the first I offer this boon, but you will not be the last, whatever you decide.''

	And, with some satisfaction, it added ''I think not even your Changer will anticipate this.''		And, with some satisfaction, it added ''I think not even your Changer will anticipate this.''
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	"Why me?"		"Why me?"

	''Wherever you have gone, you have answered the call to war. In your wake you leave only bodies. You know war, but you know honor, as I have said. As long as you live, you will continue to fight, continue to kill. Traitors, aliens, 'heretics...' it matters not. ~~Exult~~ your Emperor. Fight with distinction as you always have.''		''Wherever you have gone, you have answered the call to war. In your wake you leave only bodies. You know war, but you know honor, as I have said. As long as you live, you will continue to fight, continue to kill. Traitors, aliens, 'heretics...' it matters not. Exalt your Emperor. Fight with distinction as you always have.''

	The voice fell silent. There was a long, long quiet. He thought.		The voice fell silent. There was a long, long quiet. He thought.