Join Date: May 2009
Location: Beyond the Glass Mountains
Look at that unique and skyrocketing imagination and immersion there, those detailed responses... but you can't help but respect their honesty and giggle a little.
Well, since this is pure fantasy, I'd be a Sister of Battle, riding in my Immolator and burning everything even remotely heretical to cinder and ash, then proceed to the next. Though I'd like to switch to a Multi Melta every now and then for shits (heretics) and giggles (me). And since it is unlikely that I become a Living Saint just with my flamethrower and melta gun (since Big E prefers rabid mistress types than pyromaniacs), I'd either die a violent death in time or maybe, just maybe live long enough to retire from active duty (if there is such a thing at my appointed Order) and haunt my neighbourhood with a hand flamer, ready to purge heresy and set things on fire. Though at some point I might become bored and disappointed with my aging and failing body, so I'd ask for a suicide mission and probably die. In case I wouldn't, I'd keep doing it 'till I die or become the first Living Saint with a twin-linked Flamer and a twin-linked Melta gun.
The fool, the coward, and the ignorant proclaim that the warp is a realm of unknowable peril and indescribable terror, that it is the hell of countless ancient myths and legends. This is a lie, told by those whose authority is based on lies, to keep the masses terrified of the unknown. The warp is limitless power and its secrets are infinite; it is knowledge and strength, life and death, and the untapped potential to make and remake worlds. It takes only the discipline and the will to shape it; those who lack that clarity of purpose are liable to be shaped by it instead.
- Ahzek Ahriman of the Thousand Sons