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	Geshtinanna was created on October 2011 when a namefag called [[Inquisitor]] Kadisirin wanted to bind a daemon with the help of /tg/. After some railroading, lucky rolls, and some sporadic posting, the last post of the Inquisitor's explained the Daemon's name and what happened to the person getting ~~bounded~~. His last post number was, 1668866.		Geshtinanna was created on October 2011 when a namefag called [[Inquisitor]] Kadisirin wanted to bind a daemon with the help of /tg/. After some railroading, lucky rolls, and some sporadic posting, the last post of the Inquisitor's explained the Daemon's name and what happened to the person getting bound. His last post number was 1668866.

	66,88,666.		66,88,666.

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	Geshtinanna was created on October 2011 when a namefag called [[Inquisitor]] Kadisirin wanted to bind a daemon with the help of /tg/. After some railroading, lucky rolls, and some sporadic posting, the last post of the Inquisitor's explained the Daemon's name and what happened to the person getting bounded. His last post number was, 1668866.		Geshtinanna was created on October 2011 when a namefag called [[Inquisitor]] Kadisirin wanted to bind a daemon with the help of /tg/. After some railroading, lucky rolls, and some sporadic posting, the last post of the Inquisitor's explained the Daemon's name and what happened to the person getting bounded. His last post number was, 1668866.

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	The last triple doesn't need any explanation, but 8 and 6 are the numbers of [[Khorne]] and [[Slaanesh]]. The ensuing mayhem was nothing short of hilarious, but thanks to the efforts of a few dauntless writefags: the idea was expanded upon until we had, ~~Geshtinanna~~ [[Daemon Prince\|Daemon-Princess]] of [[Chaos Undivided]]. Pray for a quick death when facing such a monstrosity.		The last triple doesn't need any explanation, but 8 and 6 are the numbers of [[Khorne]] and [[Slaanesh]]. The ensuing mayhem was nothing short of hilarious, but thanks to the efforts of a few dauntless writefags: the idea was expanded upon until we had Geshtinanna, [[Daemon Prince\|Daemon-Princess]] of [[Chaos Undivided]]. Pray for a quick death when facing such a monstrosity.

	=History of Geshtinanna and Revival=		=History of Geshtinanna and Revival=

1d4chan>Indonesian gentleman: DEATH TO THE FOLLOWERS OF THE SPAMMY EMPEROR

2012-09-13T16:56:28Z

DEATH TO THE FOLLOWERS OF THE SPAMMY EMPEROR

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	“''Where is he? Why is he not here''?”		“''Where is he? Why is he not here''?”

	Sensing her sudden displeasure, the cultists of the Queen began to wail again, beating and clawing at their flesh for having somehow dissatisfied their mistress. They bled and vomited on the stonework floor, begging for her mercy. But the daemon known as the Winged Madness simply ignored them, instead opening a rift into the Immaterium with a single petulant thought. Several cultists were unfortunate enough to glance up at the unnatural hole in reality and were instantly robbed of their sanity, falling onto the floor, bodies convulsing and twisting unnaturally, bones snapping as they were bent in ways they were never designed for, rivulets of blood streaming from their wide eyes. While most screamed in agony, some began to cackle insanely, their minds completely overloaded with the horrors of the Warp. You can waste several hours reading news online, however, that is better to look for the [http://exclusivepapers.com technical writing service]! Because it will support you with academic papers writing! No one else can support you much better.		Sensing her sudden displeasure, the cultists of the Queen began to wail again, beating and clawing at their flesh for having somehow dissatisfied their mistress. They bled and vomited on the stonework floor, begging for her mercy. But the daemon known as the Winged Madness simply ignored them, instead opening a rift into the Immaterium with a single petulant thought. Several cultists were unfortunate enough to glance up at the unnatural hole in reality and were instantly robbed of their sanity, falling onto the floor, bodies convulsing and twisting unnaturally, bones snapping as they were bent in ways they were never designed for, rivulets of blood streaming from their wide eyes. While most screamed in agony, some began to cackle insanely, their minds completely overloaded with the horrors of the Warp.

	It was then that a haggard figure stepped out of the Immaterium, out of the swirling madness, and into the now cursed ruins. The figure was wrapped from head-to-toe in raggedy clothing and scraps of cloth. Of whoever lay beneath, only the eyes could be seen; eyes that exuded a disturbing, unnatural calm, an emotion that should be utterly foreign to a denizen of the Warp. Then it spoke in a voice as dry as the desert, and hoarse, as if it had only recently been screaming uncontrollably. The sound made one’s skin crawl.		It was then that a haggard figure stepped out of the Immaterium, out of the swirling madness, and into the now cursed ruins. The figure was wrapped from head-to-toe in raggedy clothing and scraps of cloth. Of whoever lay beneath, only the eyes could be seen; eyes that exuded a disturbing, unnatural calm, an emotion that should be utterly foreign to a denizen of the Warp. Then it spoke in a voice as dry as the desert, and hoarse, as if it had only recently been screaming uncontrollably. The sound made one’s skin crawl.

1d4chan>ElizabethAdkins at 14:32, 13 September 2012

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	“''Where is he? Why is he not here''?”		“''Where is he? Why is he not here''?”

	Sensing her sudden displeasure, the cultists of the Queen began to wail again, beating and clawing at their flesh for having somehow dissatisfied their mistress. They bled and vomited on the stonework floor, begging for her mercy. But the daemon known as the Winged Madness simply ignored them, instead opening a rift into the Immaterium with a single petulant thought. Several cultists were unfortunate enough to glance up at the unnatural hole in reality and were instantly robbed of their sanity, falling onto the floor, bodies convulsing and twisting unnaturally, bones snapping as they were bent in ways they were never designed for, rivulets of blood streaming from their wide eyes. While most screamed in agony, some began to cackle insanely, their minds completely overloaded with the horrors of the Warp.		Sensing her sudden displeasure, the cultists of the Queen began to wail again, beating and clawing at their flesh for having somehow dissatisfied their mistress. They bled and vomited on the stonework floor, begging for her mercy. But the daemon known as the Winged Madness simply ignored them, instead opening a rift into the Immaterium with a single petulant thought. Several cultists were unfortunate enough to glance up at the unnatural hole in reality and were instantly robbed of their sanity, falling onto the floor, bodies convulsing and twisting unnaturally, bones snapping as they were bent in ways they were never designed for, rivulets of blood streaming from their wide eyes. While most screamed in agony, some began to cackle insanely, their minds completely overloaded with the horrors of the Warp. You can waste several hours reading news online, however, that is better to look for the [http://exclusivepapers.com technical writing service]! Because it will support you with academic papers writing! No one else can support you much better.

	It was then that a haggard figure stepped out of the Immaterium, out of the swirling madness, and into the now cursed ruins. The figure was wrapped from head-to-toe in raggedy clothing and scraps of cloth. Of whoever lay beneath, only the eyes could be seen; eyes that exuded a disturbing, unnatural calm, an emotion that should be utterly foreign to a denizen of the Warp. Then it spoke in a voice as dry as the desert, and hoarse, as if it had only recently been screaming uncontrollably. The sound made one’s skin crawl.		It was then that a haggard figure stepped out of the Immaterium, out of the swirling madness, and into the now cursed ruins. The figure was wrapped from head-to-toe in raggedy clothing and scraps of cloth. Of whoever lay beneath, only the eyes could be seen; eyes that exuded a disturbing, unnatural calm, an emotion that should be utterly foreign to a denizen of the Warp. Then it spoke in a voice as dry as the desert, and hoarse, as if it had only recently been screaming uncontrollably. The sound made one’s skin crawl.

1d4chan>Indonesian gentleman at 03:44, 3 August 2012

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	[[Category:Chaos]][[Category:Warhammer 40,000]]		[[Category:Chaos]][[Category:Warhammer 40,000]][[Category:/tg/ 40,000]]

1d4chan>Indonesian gentleman: the spambots have found a new way to infect

2012-08-02T09:47:40Z

the spambots have found a new way to infect

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	“''Where is he? Why is he not here''?”		“''Where is he? Why is he not here''?”

	Sensing her sudden displeasure, the cultists of the Queen began to wail again, beating and clawing at their flesh for having somehow dissatisfied their mistress. They bled and vomited on the stonework floor, begging for her mercy. But the daemon known as the Winged Madness simply ignored them, instead opening a rift into the Immaterium with a single petulant thought. Several cultists were unfortunate enough to glance up at the unnatural hole in reality and were instantly robbed of their sanity, falling onto the floor, bodies convulsing and twisting unnaturally, bones snapping as they were bent in ways they were never designed for, rivulets of blood streaming from their wide eyes. While most screamed in agony, some began to cackle insanely, their minds completely overloaded with the horrors of the Warp~~. I do not want to have problems at the college. I would better like to use a [http://www.essaysprofessors.com/formatting-service.html Formatting Service]. A lot of my friends do that~~.		Sensing her sudden displeasure, the cultists of the Queen began to wail again, beating and clawing at their flesh for having somehow dissatisfied their mistress. They bled and vomited on the stonework floor, begging for her mercy. But the daemon known as the Winged Madness simply ignored them, instead opening a rift into the Immaterium with a single petulant thought. Several cultists were unfortunate enough to glance up at the unnatural hole in reality and were instantly robbed of their sanity, falling onto the floor, bodies convulsing and twisting unnaturally, bones snapping as they were bent in ways they were never designed for, rivulets of blood streaming from their wide eyes. While most screamed in agony, some began to cackle insanely, their minds completely overloaded with the horrors of the Warp.

	It was then that a haggard figure stepped out of the Immaterium, out of the swirling madness, and into the now cursed ruins. The figure was wrapped from head-to-toe in raggedy clothing and scraps of cloth. Of whoever lay beneath, only the eyes could be seen; eyes that exuded a disturbing, unnatural calm, an emotion that should be utterly foreign to a denizen of the Warp. Then it spoke in a voice as dry as the desert, and hoarse, as if it had only recently been screaming uncontrollably. The sound made one’s skin crawl.		It was then that a haggard figure stepped out of the Immaterium, out of the swirling madness, and into the now cursed ruins. The figure was wrapped from head-to-toe in raggedy clothing and scraps of cloth. Of whoever lay beneath, only the eyes could be seen; eyes that exuded a disturbing, unnatural calm, an emotion that should be utterly foreign to a denizen of the Warp. Then it spoke in a voice as dry as the desert, and hoarse, as if it had only recently been screaming uncontrollably. The sound made one’s skin crawl.

1d4chan>AlissaMosley at 08:43, 2 August 2012

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	“''Where is he? Why is he not here''?”		“''Where is he? Why is he not here''?”

	Sensing her sudden displeasure, the cultists of the Queen began to wail again, beating and clawing at their flesh for having somehow dissatisfied their mistress. They bled and vomited on the stonework floor, begging for her mercy. But the daemon known as the Winged Madness simply ignored them, instead opening a rift into the Immaterium with a single petulant thought. Several cultists were unfortunate enough to glance up at the unnatural hole in reality and were instantly robbed of their sanity, falling onto the floor, bodies convulsing and twisting unnaturally, bones snapping as they were bent in ways they were never designed for, rivulets of blood streaming from their wide eyes. While most screamed in agony, some began to cackle insanely, their minds completely overloaded with the horrors of the Warp.		Sensing her sudden displeasure, the cultists of the Queen began to wail again, beating and clawing at their flesh for having somehow dissatisfied their mistress. They bled and vomited on the stonework floor, begging for her mercy. But the daemon known as the Winged Madness simply ignored them, instead opening a rift into the Immaterium with a single petulant thought. Several cultists were unfortunate enough to glance up at the unnatural hole in reality and were instantly robbed of their sanity, falling onto the floor, bodies convulsing and twisting unnaturally, bones snapping as they were bent in ways they were never designed for, rivulets of blood streaming from their wide eyes. While most screamed in agony, some began to cackle insanely, their minds completely overloaded with the horrors of the Warp. I do not want to have problems at the college. I would better like to use a [http://www.essaysprofessors.com/formatting-service.html Formatting Service]. A lot of my friends do that.

	It was then that a haggard figure stepped out of the Immaterium, out of the swirling madness, and into the now cursed ruins. The figure was wrapped from head-to-toe in raggedy clothing and scraps of cloth. Of whoever lay beneath, only the eyes could be seen; eyes that exuded a disturbing, unnatural calm, an emotion that should be utterly foreign to a denizen of the Warp. Then it spoke in a voice as dry as the desert, and hoarse, as if it had only recently been screaming uncontrollably. The sound made one’s skin crawl.		It was then that a haggard figure stepped out of the Immaterium, out of the swirling madness, and into the now cursed ruins. The figure was wrapped from head-to-toe in raggedy clothing and scraps of cloth. Of whoever lay beneath, only the eyes could be seen; eyes that exuded a disturbing, unnatural calm, an emotion that should be utterly foreign to a denizen of the Warp. Then it spoke in a voice as dry as the desert, and hoarse, as if it had only recently been screaming uncontrollably. The sound made one’s skin crawl.