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1d4chan>Nubnuber: It's a 40k fanfic, we have those here by the truckload.

2021-02-07T17:05:05Z

It's a 40k fanfic, we have those here by the truckload.

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	<center>Brotherhood<br>		<center>Brotherhood<br>
	By Kroot Kindred<br>		By Kroot Kindred<br>

2600:1702:1241:27D0:2060:6D7F:BB8D:3655: /* Chapter I (By Theodorus) */ ---Same thing in chapter two

2019-12-08T15:15:59Z

Chapter I (By Theodorus): ---Same thing in chapter two

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	Theodus Anaiel H’aman Kurrack Lai Domina Artemis<br></center>		Theodus Anaiel H’aman Kurrack Lai Domina Artemis<br></center>

	==Chapter I (By ~~Theodorus~~)==		==Chapter I (By Theodus)==
	Describing how a drop pod operates is a lot like describing a fantastical attempt at self destruction. You are given the final trappings of war, be it spare boltgun magazines, a frag grenade belt, or a final purity seal pinned on the shoulder or breast. Then, you gather your armaments, and strap yourself into the pod, all the while alarm bells signifying that the docking bay would soon be deprived of oxygen would be blaring around you. There is a numbing wrench in your ears and mind as the docking chamber is purged of life-giving air, and then you fall. You fall for miles, minutes, or, for one unfortunate past mission of mine, hours. I knew no fear as I fell, however, for I am an Ultramarine.		Describing how a drop pod operates is a lot like describing a fantastical attempt at self destruction. You are given the final trappings of war, be it spare boltgun magazines, a frag grenade belt, or a final purity seal pinned on the shoulder or breast. Then, you gather your armaments, and strap yourself into the pod, all the while alarm bells signifying that the docking bay would soon be deprived of oxygen would be blaring around you. There is a numbing wrench in your ears and mind as the docking chamber is purged of life-giving air, and then you fall. You fall for miles, minutes, or, for one unfortunate past mission of mine, hours. I knew no fear as I fell, however, for I am an Ultramarine.

2600:1702:1241:27D0:2060:6D7F:BB8D:3655: /* Chapter 2 (Theodorus) */ ---Except the character telling this chapter's name is Theodus

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Chapter 2 (Theodorus): ---Except the character telling this chapter's name is Theodus

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	The moment I had reached the height of the stairs was the moment my life changed for the worst.		The moment I had reached the height of the stairs was the moment my life changed for the worst.

	==Chapter 2 (~~Theodorus~~)==		==Chapter 2 (Theodus)==

	As I got to the precipice of the stairs, a grizzly image played in my mind. The visage of the Ork Warboss I had briefly seen and heard flashed before me, its claw bloody in Captain Daessios’s entrails. I saw the image of the man who had torn my life away beaten low and to the brink of death by the enemy. It was a worthy death, one filled with valour. He deserved such a demise, one that would send him away in the surety that he passed in service to the Emperor. It was better than the death he had constructed for me.		As I got to the precipice of the stairs, a grizzly image played in my mind. The visage of the Ork Warboss I had briefly seen and heard flashed before me, its claw bloody in Captain Daessios’s entrails. I saw the image of the man who had torn my life away beaten low and to the brink of death by the enemy. It was a worthy death, one filled with valour. He deserved such a demise, one that would send him away in the surety that he passed in service to the Emperor. It was better than the death he had constructed for me.

1d4chan>Biggus Berrus: Undo revision 618931 by 203.40.190.217 (talk)

2019-12-06T20:02:46Z

Undo revision 618931 by 203.40.190.217 (talk)

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			<center>Brotherhood<br>
			By Kroot Kindred<br>
			Theodus Anaiel H’aman Kurrack Lai Domina Artemis<br></center>

	~~Brotherhood~~		==Chapter I (By Theodorus)==
	~~By Kroot Kindred~~
	~~Theodus Anaiel H’aman Kurrack Lai Domina Artemis~~
	Chapter I
	~~Theodus~~

	Describing how a drop pod operates is a lot like describing a fantastical attempt at self destruction. You are given the final trappings of war, be it spare boltgun magazines, a frag grenade belt, or a final purity seal pinned on the shoulder or breast. Then, you gather your armaments, and strap yourself into the pod, all the while alarm bells signifying that the docking bay would soon be deprived of oxygen would be blaring around you. There is a numbing wrench in your ears and mind as the docking chamber is purged of life-giving air, and then you fall. You fall for miles, minutes, or, for one unfortunate past mission of mine, hours. I knew no fear as I fell, however, for I am an Ultramarine.		Describing how a drop pod operates is a lot like describing a fantastical attempt at self destruction. You are given the final trappings of war, be it spare boltgun magazines, a frag grenade belt, or a final purity seal pinned on the shoulder or breast. Then, you gather your armaments, and strap yourself into the pod, all the while alarm bells signifying that the docking bay would soon be deprived of oxygen would be blaring around you. There is a numbing wrench in your ears and mind as the docking chamber is purged of life-giving air, and then you fall. You fall for miles, minutes, or, for one unfortunate past mission of mine, hours. I knew no fear as I fell, however, for I am an Ultramarine.

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	The moment I had reached the height of the stairs was the moment my life changed for the worst.		The moment I had reached the height of the stairs was the moment my life changed for the worst.

	Chapter ~~Two~~		==Chapter 2 (Theodorus)==
	~~Theodus~~

	As I got to the precipice of the stairs, a grizzly image played in my mind. The visage of the Ork Warboss I had briefly seen and heard flashed before me, its claw bloody in Captain Daessios’s entrails. I saw the image of the man who had torn my life away beaten low and to the brink of death by the enemy. It was a worthy death, one filled with valour. He deserved such a demise, one that would send him away in the surety that he passed in service to the Emperor. It was better than the death he had constructed for me.		As I got to the precipice of the stairs, a grizzly image played in my mind. The visage of the Ork Warboss I had briefly seen and heard flashed before me, its claw bloody in Captain Daessios’s entrails. I saw the image of the man who had torn my life away beaten low and to the brink of death by the enemy. It was a worthy death, one filled with valour. He deserved such a demise, one that would send him away in the surety that he passed in service to the Emperor. It was better than the death he had constructed for me.

203.40.190.217: Undo revision 618876 by Biggus Berrus (talk) Wrong. This isn't a place for fanfiction that hasn't come to the attention of /tg/

2019-12-05T23:03:45Z

Undo revision 618876 by Biggus Berrus (talk) Wrong. This isn't a place for fanfiction that hasn't come to the attention of /tg/

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	~~<center>~~Brotherhood~~<br>~~		{{Delete\|While this is a good story, 1d4chan is not the place for it as it hasn't been a major thing on /tg/}}
	By Kroot Kindred~~<br>~~
	Theodus Anaiel H’aman Kurrack Lai Domina Artemis~~<br></center>~~		Brotherhood
			By Kroot Kindred
			Theodus Anaiel H’aman Kurrack Lai Domina Artemis
			Chapter I
			Theodus

	~~==Chapter I (By Theodorus)==~~
	Describing how a drop pod operates is a lot like describing a fantastical attempt at self destruction. You are given the final trappings of war, be it spare boltgun magazines, a frag grenade belt, or a final purity seal pinned on the shoulder or breast. Then, you gather your armaments, and strap yourself into the pod, all the while alarm bells signifying that the docking bay would soon be deprived of oxygen would be blaring around you. There is a numbing wrench in your ears and mind as the docking chamber is purged of life-giving air, and then you fall. You fall for miles, minutes, or, for one unfortunate past mission of mine, hours. I knew no fear as I fell, however, for I am an Ultramarine.		Describing how a drop pod operates is a lot like describing a fantastical attempt at self destruction. You are given the final trappings of war, be it spare boltgun magazines, a frag grenade belt, or a final purity seal pinned on the shoulder or breast. Then, you gather your armaments, and strap yourself into the pod, all the while alarm bells signifying that the docking bay would soon be deprived of oxygen would be blaring around you. There is a numbing wrench in your ears and mind as the docking chamber is purged of life-giving air, and then you fall. You fall for miles, minutes, or, for one unfortunate past mission of mine, hours. I knew no fear as I fell, however, for I am an Ultramarine.

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	The moment I had reached the height of the stairs was the moment my life changed for the worst.		The moment I had reached the height of the stairs was the moment my life changed for the worst.

	==Chapter ~~2 (Theodorus)==~~		Chapter Two
			Theodus

	As I got to the precipice of the stairs, a grizzly image played in my mind. The visage of the Ork Warboss I had briefly seen and heard flashed before me, its claw bloody in Captain Daessios’s entrails. I saw the image of the man who had torn my life away beaten low and to the brink of death by the enemy. It was a worthy death, one filled with valour. He deserved such a demise, one that would send him away in the surety that he passed in service to the Emperor. It was better than the death he had constructed for me.		As I got to the precipice of the stairs, a grizzly image played in my mind. The visage of the Ork Warboss I had briefly seen and heard flashed before me, its claw bloody in Captain Daessios’s entrails. I saw the image of the man who had torn my life away beaten low and to the brink of death by the enemy. It was a worthy death, one filled with valour. He deserved such a demise, one that would send him away in the surety that he passed in service to the Emperor. It was better than the death he had constructed for me.

1d4chan>Biggus Berrus: Stories can be posted here, no worries.

2019-12-05T17:10:45Z

Stories can be posted here, no worries.

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	~~{{Delete\|While this is a good story, 1d4chan is not the place for it as it hasn't been a major thing on /tg/}}~~		<center>Brotherhood<br>
			By Kroot Kindred<br>
	Brotherhood		Theodus Anaiel H’aman Kurrack Lai Domina Artemis<br></center>
	By Kroot Kindred
	Theodus Anaiel H’aman Kurrack Lai Domina Artemis
	~~Chapter I~~
	~~Theodus~~

			==Chapter I (By Theodorus)==
	Describing how a drop pod operates is a lot like describing a fantastical attempt at self destruction. You are given the final trappings of war, be it spare boltgun magazines, a frag grenade belt, or a final purity seal pinned on the shoulder or breast. Then, you gather your armaments, and strap yourself into the pod, all the while alarm bells signifying that the docking bay would soon be deprived of oxygen would be blaring around you. There is a numbing wrench in your ears and mind as the docking chamber is purged of life-giving air, and then you fall. You fall for miles, minutes, or, for one unfortunate past mission of mine, hours. I knew no fear as I fell, however, for I am an Ultramarine.		Describing how a drop pod operates is a lot like describing a fantastical attempt at self destruction. You are given the final trappings of war, be it spare boltgun magazines, a frag grenade belt, or a final purity seal pinned on the shoulder or breast. Then, you gather your armaments, and strap yourself into the pod, all the while alarm bells signifying that the docking bay would soon be deprived of oxygen would be blaring around you. There is a numbing wrench in your ears and mind as the docking chamber is purged of life-giving air, and then you fall. You fall for miles, minutes, or, for one unfortunate past mission of mine, hours. I knew no fear as I fell, however, for I am an Ultramarine.

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	The moment I had reached the height of the stairs was the moment my life changed for the worst.		The moment I had reached the height of the stairs was the moment my life changed for the worst.

	Chapter ~~Two~~		==Chapter 2 (Theodorus)==
	~~Theodus~~

	As I got to the precipice of the stairs, a grizzly image played in my mind. The visage of the Ork Warboss I had briefly seen and heard flashed before me, its claw bloody in Captain Daessios’s entrails. I saw the image of the man who had torn my life away beaten low and to the brink of death by the enemy. It was a worthy death, one filled with valour. He deserved such a demise, one that would send him away in the surety that he passed in service to the Emperor. It was better than the death he had constructed for me.		As I got to the precipice of the stairs, a grizzly image played in my mind. The visage of the Ork Warboss I had briefly seen and heard flashed before me, its claw bloody in Captain Daessios’s entrails. I saw the image of the man who had torn my life away beaten low and to the brink of death by the enemy. It was a worthy death, one filled with valour. He deserved such a demise, one that would send him away in the surety that he passed in service to the Emperor. It was better than the death he had constructed for me.

203.40.110.44 at 04:40, 5 December 2019

2019-12-05T04:40:41Z

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	Brotherhood		Brotherhood
	By Kroot Kindred		By Kroot Kindred

1d4chan>Kroot Kindred at 04:21, 5 December 2019

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	I closed the Codex Astartes, and tasted salt on my lips.		I closed the Codex Astartes, and tasted salt on my lips.


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