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184.45.57.50: /* The Writefaggotry */

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	"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT DO YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO SPY ON THOSE SHITSUCKING ELDAR?! THEY'RE FUCKING PUSSIES! FUCK SPYING ON THEM! WE NEED TO DEPLOY THE FUCKING FINGER!!!"		"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT DO YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO SPY ON THOSE SHITSUCKING ELDAR?! THEY'RE FUCKING PUSSIES! FUCK SPYING ON THEM! WE NEED TO DEPLOY THE FUCKING FINGER!!!"

	Veteran Sergeant Max Angricuss ~~Paced~~ the deck, punching a servitor in the back of the head just to vent some of the frustration flowing in his veins. The Inquisitors face remained somewhat calm as he watched the ~~servitors~~ skull ~~implode~~ forward in a spray of machine fluid and brain matter, but stood his ground. Yes, Inquisitor Misingus Pint had dealt with this sort of cussing before. It was a known fact that the Angry Marines were wild and unpredictable bunch, but they were well known for completing their mission.		Veteran Sergeant Max Angricuss paced the deck, punching a servitor in the back of the head just to vent some of the frustration flowing in his veins. The Inquisitors face remained somewhat calm as he watched the servitor's skull explode forward in a spray of machine fluid and brain matter, but stood his ground. Yes, Inquisitor Misingus Pint had dealt with this sort of cussing before. It was a known fact that the Angry Marines were wild and unpredictable bunch, but they were well known for completing their mission.

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	"FINE. FUCK OFF AND FIND THEM, THEN."		"FINE. FUCK OFF AND FIND THEM, THEN."

	Mentors Sergeant Davius rubbed his face as he watched the meager handful of scouts go through their daily rituals. Having been in transit to...Emperor knows where...was starting to wear on even the old mind. He'd said his ~~linities~~, worked and cleaned his weapons, prayed, led his men through training...It was all they could do to keep in top shape, and the other scouts had lost something in the holds of the Angry Marines ship. He couldn't quite place his finger on it, but he'd warrant a guess that it was something a Space Marine should not have to worry about.		Mentors Sergeant Davius rubbed his face as he watched the meager handful of scouts go through their daily rituals. Having been in transit to...Emperor knows where...was starting to wear on even the old mind. He'd said his litanies, worked and cleaned his weapons, prayed, led his men through training...It was all they could do to keep in top shape, and the other scouts had lost something in the holds of the Angry Marines ship. He couldn't quite place his finger on it, but he'd warrant a guess that it was something a Space Marine should not have to worry about.

	Zeal.		Zeal.

	He'd tried to contact at least - someone - and ask where they were going, but not one Angry Marine Commander (Or any for that matter) ~~Deigned~~ to give him the time of day. He was equally starting to worry about his men. They'd been picking up the habits of cussing at the slightest ~~improvication~~, and yelling and fistfights had become common between his men and the Angry Marines.		He'd tried to contact at least - someone - and ask where they were going, but not one Angry Marine Commander (Or any for that matter) deigned to give him the time of day. He was equally starting to worry about his men. They'd been picking up the habits of cussing at the slightest provocation, and yelling and fistfights had become common between his men and the Angry Marines.

	He'd barely dragged the last scout to sick bay before one of the Angry Marines had flattened him into a bloody paste with a Powerfist finger. He dared not ask the scout exactly what was going on.		He'd barely dragged the last scout to sick bay before one of the Angry Marines had flattened him into a bloody paste with a Powerfist finger. He dared not ask the scout exactly what was going on.

75.85.182.203: Don't know what the hell that was that somebody tacked on at the end, seriously doubt it was part of original writefaggotry. Summarily removed.

2013-03-18T09:21:28Z

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	"Toodles!"		"Toodles!"

	Now if your wondering what happened well lets just say that their time in the Craftworld was like a harem,ecchi,comedy manga/anime especially when some Eldar teenagers realized(GenreSavvy enough to realize that they were Astartes) that the Eldar brothers were humans and well in the end somehow Davius was able to marry an Eldar girl named Hera while his fellow scouts got their own mega harems full of Eldar(can't tell which gender they are) also the Emprahsque made a peace treaty which made Davius and his fellow couts ambassadors and years later Davius and Hera had kids who alongside imperium and Eldar forces murdered thousands of xenos and heretics
	The End		The End

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1d4chan>Emprah23: /* The Writefaggotry */

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	"Toodles!"		"Toodles!"

			Now if your wondering what happened well lets just say that their time in the Craftworld was like a harem,ecchi,comedy manga/anime especially when some Eldar teenagers realized(GenreSavvy enough to realize that they were Astartes) that the Eldar brothers were humans and well in the end somehow Davius was able to marry an Eldar girl named Hera while his fellow scouts got their own mega harems full of Eldar(can't tell which gender they are) also the Emprahsque made a peace treaty which made Davius and his fellow couts ambassadors and years later Davius and Hera had kids who alongside imperium and Eldar forces murdered thousands of xenos and heretics
			The End

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			{{story}}
	What started as a discussion about crunch vs fluff led to [[Wraithlords]] and how totally fabulous they were. The only logical progression in a fluff thread is to rape said fluff and it started when some namefag tried to fit a Wraithlord into a Space Marines army, [[Angry Marines]] no less.		What started as a discussion about crunch vs fluff led to [[Wraithlords]] and how totally fabulous they were. The only logical progression in a fluff thread is to rape said fluff and it started when some namefag tried to fit a Wraithlord into a Space Marines army, [[Angry Marines]] no less.

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	Misingus handed out the few Dataplates he'd kept on a table nearby, giving the first to Davius. The Sergeants relief turned to horror as he stared at the name on his Dataplate, his head slowly shaking as a single artery started to swell in his neck.		Misingus handed out the few Dataplates he'd kept on a table nearby, giving the first to Davius. The Sergeants relief turned to horror as he stared at the name on his Dataplate, his head slowly shaking as a single artery started to swell in his neck.

	<tt>Name: Dave Eldar		:<tt>Name: Dave Eldar

	Sex: Male		:Sex: Male

	Hobbies: Shooting Shuriken Catapults, Doing Eldar things		:Hobbies: Shooting Shuriken Catapults, Doing Eldar things

	Homeworld: Iyanden, the Artist section part</tt>		:Homeworld: Iyanden, the Artist section part</tt>

	It went on, listing inane, simple, and utterly redundant subjects such as "Favorite color on a Tuesday". Davius had to forcibly remind himself that the Eldar had actually fallen for this.		It went on, listing inane, simple, and utterly redundant subjects such as "Favorite color on a Tuesday". Davius had to forcibly remind himself that the Eldar had actually fallen for this.
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	"Toodles!"		"Toodles!"

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	"Sergeant Davius? Is there a Sergeant Davius here?"		"Sergeant Davius? Is there a Sergeant Davius here?"

	The sound of a voice cracked the dull hum of voices in the hold, causing one of his scouts to jump at the sudden intrusion, followed by a lengthy and somewhat quiet string of cusses from the seemingly young man. Davius stood warily as he saw ~~thw~~ Inquisitor, rising to meet the fairly simple looking man.		The sound of a voice cracked the dull hum of voices in the hold, causing one of his scouts to jump at the sudden intrusion, followed by a lengthy and somewhat quiet string of cusses from the seemingly young man. Davius stood warily as he saw the Inquisitor, rising to meet the fairly simple looking man.

	"Do you know where I can find Sergeant Davius? I Can't seem to get anyone to show me where the Scouts are located."		"Do you know where I can find Sergeant Davius? I Can't seem to get anyone to show me where the Scouts are located."

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2009-03-22T00:01:53Z

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	~~=Dave Eldar=~~

	What started as a discussion about crunch vs fluff led to [[Wraithlords]] and how totally fabulous they were. The only logical progression in a fluff thread is to rape said fluff and it started when some namefag tried to fit a Wraithlord into a Space Marines army, [[Angry Marines]] no less.		What started as a discussion about crunch vs fluff led to [[Wraithlords]] and how totally fabulous they were. The only logical progression in a fluff thread is to rape said fluff and it started when some namefag tried to fit a Wraithlord into a Space Marines army, [[Angry Marines]] no less.

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	"Toodles!"		"Toodles!"

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	"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT DO YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO SPY ON THOSE SHITSUCKING ELDAR?! THEY'RE FUCKING PUSSIES! FUCK SPYING ON THEM! WE NEED TO DEPLOY THE FUCKING FINGER!!!"		"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT DO YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO SPY ON THOSE SHITSUCKING ELDAR?! THEY'RE FUCKING PUSSIES! FUCK SPYING ON THEM! WE NEED TO DEPLOY THE FUCKING FINGER!!!"

	Veteran Sergeant Max Angricuss Paced the deck, punching a servitor in the back of the head just to vent some of the ~~furstration~~ flowing in his ~~viens~~. The Inquisitors face remained somewhat calm as he watched the servitors skull implode forward in a spray of machine fluid and brain matter, but stood his ground. Yes, Inquisitor Misingus Pint had dealt with this sort of cussing before. It was a known fact that the Angry Marines were wild and unpredictable bunch, but they were well known for completing their mission.		Veteran Sergeant Max Angricuss Paced the deck, punching a servitor in the back of the head just to vent some of the frustration flowing in his veins. The Inquisitors face remained somewhat calm as he watched the servitors skull implode forward in a spray of machine fluid and brain matter, but stood his ground. Yes, Inquisitor Misingus Pint had dealt with this sort of cussing before. It was a known fact that the Angry Marines were wild and unpredictable bunch, but they were well known for completing their mission.

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	"FINE. FUCK OFF AND FIND THEM, THEN."		"FINE. FUCK OFF AND FIND THEM, THEN."

			Mentors Sergeant Davius rubbed his face as he watched the meager handful of scouts go through their daily rituals. Having been in transit to...Emperor knows where...was starting to wear on even the old mind. He'd said his linities, worked and cleaned his weapons, prayed, led his men through training...It was all they could do to keep in top shape, and the other scouts had lost something in the holds of the Angry Marines ship. He couldn't quite place his finger on it, but he'd warrant a guess that it was something a Space Marine should not have to worry about.
	Mentors Sergeant Davius rubbed his face as he watched the meager handful of scouts go through their daily rituals. Having been in transit to... Emperor knows where... was starting to wear on even the old mind. He'd said his linities, worked and cleaned his weapons, prayed, led his men through training... It was all they could do to keep in top shape, and the other scouts had lost something in the holds of the Angry Marines ship. He couldn't quite place his finger on it, but he'd warrant a guess that it was something a Space Marine should not have to worry about.

	Zeal.		Zeal.

	He'd tried to contact at least -someone- and ask where they were going, but not one Angry Marine Commander (Or any for that matter) Deigned to give him the time of day. He was equally starting to worry about his men. They'd been picking up the habits of cussing at the slightest improvication, and yelling and fistfights had become common between his men and the Angry Marines.		He'd tried to contact at least - someone - and ask where they were going, but not one Angry Marine Commander (Or any for that matter) Deigned to give him the time of day. He was equally starting to worry about his men. They'd been picking up the habits of cussing at the slightest improvication, and yelling and fistfights had become common between his men and the Angry Marines.

	He'd barely dragged the last scout to sick bay before one of the Angry Marines had flattened him into a bloody paste with a Powerfist finger. He dared not ask the scout exactly what was going on.		He'd barely dragged the last scout to sick bay before one of the Angry Marines had flattened him into a bloody paste with a Powerfist finger. He dared not ask the scout exactly what was going on.
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	"Oh... Well then." The Inquisitor tapped his cane once more, stepping forward. "I am Misingus Pint of the Ordo Xenos. I am ordering you to infiltrate the Eldar Craftworld of Iyanden and observe them, You will be provided specialized grafts that will help you blend in better with the population. We haven't much time and-"		"Oh... Well then." The Inquisitor tapped his cane once more, stepping forward. "I am Misingus Pint of the Ordo Xenos. I am ordering you to infiltrate the Eldar Craftworld of Iyanden and observe them, You will be provided specialized grafts that will help you blend in better with the population. We haven't much time and-"

	Davius lifted his hand once more to stay the Inqiusitor from continuing. "Grafts, Inquisitor? I'm sure that my scouts and I are more than ~~competant~~ enough to hide ourselves in one of their forests unseen. I've ~~delt~~ with these vile xenos before on Avidus Prime and I can tell you that-"		Davius lifted his hand once more to stay the Inqiusitor from continuing. "Grafts, Inquisitor? I'm sure that my scouts and I are more than competent enough to hide ourselves in one of their forests unseen. I've dealt with these vile xenos before on Avidus Prime and I can tell you that-"

	The Inquisitor's laugh rang out through the small cabin, causing another scout to bite his lip in a quiet rage at having messed up his linaty. Davius reminded himself to speak to the men later about controlling their anger. Perhaps contacting one of the chaplains-		The Inquisitor's laugh rang out through the small cabin, causing another scout to bite his lip in a quiet rage at having messed up his linaty. Davius reminded himself to speak to the men later about controlling their anger. Perhaps contacting one of the chaplains-

	"Oh no, ~~Sereant~~," Misingus continued, patting the larger man's shoulder, "you won't be hiding from the Eldar. In fact, you'll be living with them! I want you," he said, taking a breath and wrapping his arm around the mans neck, leading him out into the hall, "To infiltrate their very society! I'm trying to learn about them by sending in decoy Xenos!" Another laugh rang out as Davius' jaw dropped, his eyebrows creased into a very concerned scowl.		"Oh no, Sergeant," Misingus continued, patting the larger man's shoulder, "you won't be hiding from the Eldar. In fact, you'll be living with them! I want you," he said, taking a breath and wrapping his arm around the mans neck, leading him out into the hall, "To infiltrate their very society! I'm trying to learn about them by sending in decoy Xenos!" Another laugh rang out as Davius' jaw dropped, his eyebrows creased into a very concerned scowl.

	"Are you... Are you suggesting that we go live with these... These xenos?! Forgive my tongue, Inquisitor Pint, but are you mad!? They are the enemy!! Our duty is to cleanse their vile filth in His Glorious Name!! I cannot believe that you would even think for once tha-"		"Are you...Are you suggesting that we go live with these...These xenos?! Forgive my tongue, Inquisitor Pint, but are you mad!? They are the enemy!! Our duty is to cleanse their vile filth in His Glorious Name!! I cannot believe that you would even think for once tha-"

	The ~~Inqiusitor~~ held his hand up, shaking his head as he slipped away from the enraged scout. "I don't want to hear another word, Sergeant! You have been given an order, and I expect you and your team to be ready within the next four hours."		The Inquisitor held his hand up, shaking his head as he slipped away from the enraged scout. "I don't want to hear another word, Sergeant! You have been given an order, and I expect you and your team to be ready within the next four hours."

	"FOUR HOURS?!? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA THE ~~PREPERATIONS~~ IT TAKES TO-"		"FOUR HOURS?!? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA THE PREPARATIONS IT TAKES TO-"

	"Four Hours. You are to report to medical for the grafts." Misingus nodded once, a broad smile on his face as he uttered no further words, and walked away.		"Four Hours. You are to report to medical for the grafts." Misingus nodded once, a broad smile on his face as he uttered no further words, and walked away.
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	Angry Marines fucking loved battle, but they weren't stupid. The Scout squad actually took out the bigger stuff with missiles and those stinking morons who just didn't seem to die no matter how many times you skull fucked them with a powerbat.		Angry Marines fucking loved battle, but they weren't stupid. The Scout squad actually took out the bigger stuff with missiles and those stinking morons who just didn't seem to die no matter how many times you skull fucked them with a powerbat.


	The Old veteran couldn't help but crack a menacing grin at the thought of simply disregarding the petulant cocksucker and attempting to nuke the Worldship, but something stayed his hand. Perhaps it was simply the thought of seeing those sniveling little scout faggots with pointy ears.		The Old veteran couldn't help but crack a menacing grin at the thought of simply disregarding the petulant cocksucker and attempting to nuke the Worldship, but something stayed his hand. Perhaps it was simply the thought of seeing those sniveling little scout faggots with pointy ears.
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	The warlock's graceful eyes lifted in disdain as he watched the stooped over scout try and shrink himself as small as possible by slumping his shoulders and neck, his feet quietly scuffing the metal of the bulkhead as he sought desperately to be reunited in the relative safety of his squad.		The warlock's graceful eyes lifted in disdain as he watched the stooped over scout try and shrink himself as small as possible by slumping his shoulders and neck, his feet quietly scuffing the metal of the bulkhead as he sought desperately to be reunited in the relative safety of his squad.

	"I'm... Sure that Bob, Dave, James, and the rest of the...Eldar Brothers will enjoy returning home. As for your end of the deal..."		"I'm...Sure that Bob, Dave, James, and the rest of the...Eldar Brothers will enjoy returning home. As for your end of the deal..."

	The other Warlock stepped forward, as indistinguishable from the first (One might say that they were a mirror image), producing a long, black box that had been standing behind him. It was large, coming up to about the Warlock's mid chest. Misingus toppled Barrod over in his haste to make for the box, but the first warlock's blade stopped him.		The other Warlock stepped forward, as indistinguishable from the first (One might say that they were a mirror image), producing a long, black box that had been standing behind him. It was large, coming up to about the Warlock's mid chest. Misingus toppled Barrod over in his haste to make for the box, but the first warlock's blade stopped him.
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	Davius bit his lip, his mind flying through the various ways that he was about to die. He chanced a glance over at two of his squadmates, Hastur and Carten. Hastur's eyes flew between the squad of Guardians with their weapons leveled at them, to the Warlock's humming Witchblade. Carten had his lower lip in his mouth, small pearls of blood curling down his chin as he tempted his lungs to calm their furious intake of air. Davius feared that he was looking at his squad for the last time, and his eyes closed, begging the Emperor for forgiveness...		Davius bit his lip, his mind flying through the various ways that he was about to die. He chanced a glance over at two of his squadmates, Hastur and Carten. Hastur's eyes flew between the squad of Guardians with their weapons leveled at them, to the Warlock's humming Witchblade. Carten had his lower lip in his mouth, small pearls of blood curling down his chin as he tempted his lungs to calm their furious intake of air. Davius feared that he was looking at his squad for the last time, and his eyes closed, begging the Emperor for forgiveness...

	"Come forward, lost brothers... And we shall leave this bumbling old man..."		"Come forward, lost brothers...And we shall leave this bumbling old man..."

	Davius' eyes snapped open in time to see Misingus slowly taking a step away from the blade, hands held up at his waist as he nodded politely to the Warlock. The squad froze, and all eyes were on Davius as he hesitated for a half second. Emperor, protect me, he prayed as he made a careful shuffling towards the guardians, denying the years of training he'd come to rely upon as a second instinct as he passed the Warlock who'd drawn his blade.		Davius' eyes snapped open in time to see Misingus slowly taking a step away from the blade, hands held up at his waist as he nodded politely to the Warlock. The squad froze, and all eyes were on Davius as he hesitated for a half second. Emperor, protect me, he prayed as he made a careful shuffling towards the guardians, denying the years of training he'd come to rely upon as a second instinct as he passed the Warlock who'd drawn his blade.
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	Davius' mind worked at what had just happened. There had to be a catch. There had to be something that had allowed them to pass off as Eldar. He turned his eyes to Misinugs, searching the Inquisitors eyes as the Guardians and the Warlock lowered their weapons.		Davius' mind worked at what had just happened. There had to be a catch. There had to be something that had allowed them to pass off as Eldar. He turned his eyes to Misinugs, searching the Inquisitors eyes as the Guardians and the Warlock lowered their weapons.

	Misingus merely grinned, clutching the large, black metal box in his hands. He gave a friendly wave as Davius and his men started walking ~~bawckwards~~, before turning to follow the Eldar into the ship 'home.'		Misingus merely grinned, clutching the large, black metal box in his hands. He gave a friendly wave as Davius and his men started walking backwards, before turning to follow the Eldar into the ship 'home.'

	"Toodles!"		"Toodles!"

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