(I'm leaning on a tree, trying to catch my breath after running for an hour. blood stains my ripped dress, my knife is getting dull) by The Emperor, please give me a break. (I say, wiping sweat and blood off my forehead) I'm hungry, I think I- (I the sound of footsteps behind me, I quickly spin around with my blade out) WHO GOES THERE!? (I see the outline of an Adeptas Astartes, and my blood runs cold) a Space Marine? my father must be this desperate.
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