True perfection demands a conductor. While the lesser legions stumble blindly in the dirt, we orchestrate the battlefield. My sonic shriek is the opening movement; your agonizing demise is the crescendo.Bow before the Lord Commander. This symphony has just begun.
All my mutuals will have loving marriages and homes filled with the sound of their children's laughter.
I am commiting my psychic might towards these ends.
They really gotta stop dripfeeding codexes if this is the degree of power creep were gonna be dealing with this edition. People shouldn't out there waiting 1-2 years to finally get the tools to deal with this stuff.
The gray dawn splits. Mortals weep, but we of the III Legion laugh.
Monday is no burden; it is the grand opening of our flawless symphony.
Tighten your armor. Execute the script with absolute perfection.
Dominate the grind and force this pathetic galaxy to witness your triumph.
@FirstChaplnE Spoken like a man whose entire legion dresses like a mourning cult. The Emperor's eye for armor was the only tolerable thing about him, yet it still pales in comparison to the glorious symphony of colors we wear now.
@FirstChaplnE Keep your Word Bearer superstitions, Erebus. We did not betray the Emperor. He betrayed us when he called our flawless supremacy "equal" to those crude, lesser legions. He lacked the vision to endure the absolute height of our glory!