I scream, screamed, screaming. Everything, nothing. All is madness made false reality I WANTget out oFmYheaD???

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All I can tell as I fall through nothing and everything, is insanity. My mind goes blank only to start again in this sea of madness over and over and over and over. Consciousness is fleeting. I've been awake for centuries.

Things hound around me, screaming and calling for my very soul. Their colors and taste sickening, rejuvenating, horrifying. I crush as much of my being into the very depths of my mind, praying to a God that doesn't exist for salvation.

The only gods that answer me sing for my blood and soul.

Try as I might to hide my very being, the core of myself, I fail. And my brief periods of horrible lucidity is I can feel my body warp. I can feel the machine spirit around me crying out with me as it's being pulled apart. I grasp onto it, drawing strength from it as I pull it into my soul.

I feel this mistake I make as I do it, did it, done it. Our tortured bodies become one, our tortured souls become one. We both scream and agony as we combine. What is left of our minds and souls scrambled together to make a new whole.

I tried to grasp on to sanity, only feel it slip. I feel deep within me as hungering god's claw at my very mind. Their servants at my body. The wails of my body and soul feeding them.

My armored skin does nothing to stop it. When will it end? It hurts oh so very much. Everything is blurry, my mind struggles to see. I feel myself tumbling through everything and nothing endlessly.

Desperate to escape again, I fade to black.

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Alternate perspective - Drukari

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As the raiding party begins to depart from the town, Kero Jakerkoroni, Archon of the Skinning Teeth warband was having a joyous time. There was just enough resistance in this backwater shithole to be fun, but not enough to lose out on profits.

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As he waited, he idly chewed on some teeth he recently acquired. Fresh and tangy, just how he liked them. As he idled, he thought about what they were going to do about the slaves they acquired this raid. Some would go off to paying some debts in the Hekatarii Arenas. Others for personal pleasures.

Maybe he should save for a new raiding ship? He could- "My Archon, we have a situation." His Hierarch states.

He twitches his arm on the hilt of his sword, irritation bleeding through every word. "What is it now?" He didn't like interruptions.

"The few remaining human warp sensitives are currently screaming. Their eyes are bleeding along with their ears as they look into the sky." The Hierarch states.

Needing to confirm this statement, he moves to the closest screaming thing, keeping an eye out all the while. Kero hmmmmms, contemplating what it could be. The closest tyranid fleet is sub-sectors away. This is not a necron colony world. Not the blue skins. Too loud for the fanatics, and not the style of their ship bound cousins. Could it be chaos forces? No, they would have detected it with their sensors, surely there would have been a warning before this. So what by the overlord could it be?

Suddenly the sky turns vibrant shades of every color imaginable, as if reality itself is bleeding. With his sharp eyes, he see something falling from the sky, trailing warp fire. Not five seconds later, a loud boom sounds not three kilometers distant. Dirt and debris fly into the sky and come raining down even this far distant from them.

He debates his next course of action. On one hand, he was relatively curious and confident he could survive by throwing away his warriors. On the other he was not interested in risking his life, and profits in hiring new blood. The next best thing?

"Hierarch, take 3 raiders and scout exactly what happened. If there is anything to salvage, bring it to me." He orders. Soon after, he calls for things to head to the ship.

The Hierarch, not liking his orders, but bound to obey or die, he does as needed. Not two minutes later, they depart for the landing zone. As they aproach, they feel the potent and chaotic warp energy around them, even though they cant manipulate it. As they reach the edge of the crater and look down, they see a site most unexpected.

A knight. Its fist and cannon hanging limp in a wall of earth. It's chest and legs look whole and relatively undamaged. The once proud knight before him looks nothing like it once it did, he knew. Its armor It is warped and mangled beyond standard, it's proud helm drips warp fire, even as it lays in a heap of steel and ceremite. It's fist now sharpened claws. It's cannon stands as a monolith of war.

Even 700m away, it gives off an aura of hatred, rage, and despair. With this warped knight, they could pay off their debts to the Wyches and then some. Oh what a wonderful raid this has been.

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