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My pick axe hammers on walls of stone, smashing through countless units of this rock, finding many ores of various values. Torches illuminate the walls, to help keep my childlike fear of the dark under control. As I dig through this self-created mine, I find monstrosities of all kinds, which all carry a grudge against me, none of which seem capable of reason, and all wish me to the grave. But I keep digging, for I must dig, for once I dig enough, my buildings will arise. Oh, what beauty they are, those buildings, those statues, those waterfalls and those mine tracks. All of my creations are so beautiful. They bring meaning to this lonely, p

I awake. My hoofs hit the floor as I climb out of my bed. I look at my hands, three pink fingers is all I see. I try to scream, but all that comes out is Inhuman squeals and yelps. I try to walk to the door, calling for help each step of the way. I fall on the group, rolling around on my fat backside, desperately trying to get up. I have no dignity, I have no pride, I have no intelligence, I have no destiny. They come in, and drag me to the kitchen floor. They tell me "You are no longer worthy of being a part of this family, you unholy parody of mankind!" They start to take me apart. They feed pieces of my skin to the youngest, tell

Once upon a time, when I was a boy. I was lost in a world of electronic toy's. I dreamt of heroes, both great and small. Coming alive to save us all. But alas, as I grew. I knew those dreams would never come true. So take off your cape, take off your mask. Those fantasies you will never grasp. Your magic's and swords will never be real. This is what they spheal. But, I know deep down in my heart. All fantasies are art People might laugh, people might sigh. They might try to make you cry. But know this, do what you love. Even if they claim it's sinful to those "above". They are ignorant, that much is true. Never ever let them

   You know, No matter how many orks I kill It just doesn't seem enough. The very mention of those barbarians Makes me want to rev up My chain sword and stick it in their arse! Ahh I seem to be getting ahead of my self, My name is Marcus Kalick. Rouge trader of  Imperium of Man, and if your reading this   I'm either dead or Chaos had stolen my sanity. Or you're a member of my crew who decided To brake in to my personal chambers and crack open the big book on my desk. If this is the case, I suggest You put down this book and runaway, before I find and kill you. Well anyway, The entire reason I keep this Dai