The Angry Marines / ANGRY

Excerpt from the logs of Sargent Antarius Tallarn Desert Raiders 1623rd Regiment
4 0147 845.M41
Day 234 of our resistance against the heretic invasion on the planet Tallarn:

A corrupted Warhound Titan loomed on the horizon, the latest blow to our morale. The enemies of the emperor poured through our lines, we were too few to stop them. We feared all was lost, when a blinding flash of light broke through the clouds of sulfurous ash. A great battle-barge careened through the atmosphere with reckless abandon, its hull disintegrating as it rapidly descended from orbit. The massive ship meteored into the accursed titan, flattening it’s vile cerimite plating as one might flatten a tin can. The possessed machine monstrosity groaned weakly as it was released from it’s torment. The enormous thunder of the impact was punctuated by a deafening silence across the battlefield. Both our company and the enemy were at a loss for what had just happened. Suddenly the wrecked battle-barge sprang to life, it’s macro-cannons fired. Inexplicably, launching members of the Adeptus Astartes, clad in bright yellow and blood red armour, into the lines of the chaos scum. A cacophony of “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!” echoed across the scorched land as the marines waded into the enemy. Chainswords roared, power fists pounded, and I witnessed one marine smash a cultist’s face with what looked to be a folding chair. The ranks of the heretic scum were quickly reduced to a fine puree of blood, bone, and sinew. An Apostle of Chaos shrieked, almost in desperation, “You cannot stop the will of chaos, you fools!” He was quickly rebuffed by one yellow-clad warriors, with particularly large boots, who roared, “IMMA KICK YO NUTSACK INTO YO STERNUM YA CHAOS-WORSHIPING DOUBLE FAGGOT!” This turned out to be remarkably prophetic, much to the apostle’s dismay. The Space Marine swung his mighty boot back and slammed it forward, with rocket assisted might, up-between the heretic’s legs. A sickening crunch was heard for miles, as the Apostle doubled over and puked all of his organs out. Even with what had transpired, what came next I can hardly believe… from his shattered loins a great rift in the warp did emanate, for the force which the great Power Boots had imparted upon the wretched Chaos Apostle’s genitals was sufficient to tear through the fabric of space and time itself. Lo, did this great rift grow, until it engulfed a large portion of the battlefield. Thus did a whole company of Angry Marines come to our aid, only to be swallowed up by the warp.

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