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In the vast universe there were many humans, eldar, and orks scattered about and though it was said to be unending, infinite, and full of space....It was still rather devoid of the resources that all needed. And war, war has never changed...And with all nature of life came competition, and as time wore on those limited resources that were present became scarce...Dwindling and reducing life for many to pitiful scavenging and scrounging just to get by, that is.....unless you have power.

Those who don't have power drift, most unable to fuel whatever measly ships they have....free-floating in space and barely surviving on protein paste and what solar energy they could procure...lucky to have a hydroponics plant, or possibly scratching a pitiful existence trading with bounty hunters and prospectors, individuals who made a living picking clean the carcasses of long dead civilizations. Drifters, vagabonds, these floating colonies had no true home aside from the ships that made them...generally anchored together and mashed into a makeshift yet dangerous city, haphazardly piecemealed from the wreckage of countless ships. One could never know when stray space debris could pierce the hull, sucking your body through a pin sized hole and ending your life rather abruptly....Or when a band of raiders might attack, raping, pillaging, and cannibalizing those whom you hold dear and close....And sometimes they got the raping, slaying, and cannibalizing bits in the wrong order too. These poor dregs of humanity, of civilization and society are all that are left of what was once known as Earth-1.....A planet so polluted, so full of humanity's waste and so ravaged by war that it had to be evacuated en masse, no longer inhabitable by any sizable population.

Though war never changes, nor does humanity's insatiable hunger and hatred....And once again the vagabond species found itself quarreling, even when their race was upon the precipice of extinction did they fight and slaughter. And that is where we arose, from one such fight....We are the World Eaters, and these pitiful fools tremble before our battle cry. 'BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!” For we grind such measly insignificant things beneath our heels like the vermin they are, metal and might gnashing the bones of our foes beneath intimidating power armor. Our rifles call out with the hatred and wrath that pour from our bodies, allied with the powerful god of war, wrath, destruction and chaos. Our axes drink the blood of our foes, rending their flimsy flesh asunder and quenching their thirst from the crimson rivulets that flow so freely.......a futile attempt to sate our ravenous thirst. We descend with wrathful vengeance, the hounds of Khorne at our heels and beneath our flesh as drop pods open.....Your crime is life, and we are the persecutors, your suffering and the oncoming battle a tribute to almighty Khorne!

I am G'nesh K'rath of the World Eaters, I bow to noone, and I am known as Possessed, my body shared with a Hound of Khorne. My master has blessed my form, given me strength, longevity....I raise my blade in the air, the smell of death sweet to my flaring nostrils. "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"

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