“What are you going to do, Brother, when the Chaos Demons are beating down your gates and your Bolter is running out of ammo? You’re going to feel the cold sweat drip down your face as me and my crew of tacticians, armed with intricately painted miniatures, swarm all over you like ants on a dropped ice cream cone! Oh yeah! There isn’t a backwater planet remote enough for you to hide from the pain we are about to unleash!”
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