Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20130806012335/@comment-7232811-20130808231613

You probably think I've commited suicide by this point. But this is pretty much what it is to be an Alpha Legionaire.

(I am thrust into a realm of madness & impossibilities, where the nether-things claw & bite at me, & attempt to consume not only my body, mind & soul, but my very sanity & the thing that makes me 'Sindri'. I fight through them all, battling sentient lies & truths that threaten to tear me apart at the spiritual level, whilst the nether beings start to creep within my very soul. But as I claw my way deeper into the creature, I see something with my witch-sight. It a glowing, pulsing thing of the purest warp-energy, & without actually thinking it, I know that I have found my prize. I claw my way deeper, & close my hand about the thing, which lights up & starts sparking with purple lighting, just as the very barriers of this 'reality' begin to break down around me...)

There's a very good song that sums up what I'm going through at this point...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uu-rocgNNqU