Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening, dear readers. I am Nurgling Lantern.
I sadly announced that I could not finish reviewing.
A tiny Nurgling dug and dug through Tzeentch's labyrinth, only to discover that perhaps it was an idiot.
The engineering knowledge I had learned had entered another realm of the High Heavens. Even after reading every sentence three times, I still could not understand the meaning formed by the words strung together. Every formula appeared disjointed and incoherent, like knowledge a Greater Daemon of Tzeentch had suddenly altered. I had never even heard of the symbols composing them or the concepts behind them. They were like spells casually scribbled down while a sage muttered nightmare chants. They came from Tzeentch's wings, and Tzeentch himself merely wished to rain ever more symbols of suffering upon humanity.
I studied by lamplight and worked diligently every day. Between my eyes, which grew ever blurrier from reading, I seemed to glimpse light from another world. But regrettably, Tzeentch poked his head out, looked at me, then shook his head in disappointment and left. He refused me entry into the labyrinth of knowledge. Though he had once even tried to teach Ogryn how to count, he did not wish to spare me even a moment of attention, no matter how willing I now was to offer him my soul in exchange for a sage's mind for a few days.
He did not want to corrupt fools, and I was clearly the fool.
The stupid Nurgling fell before the sealed gates of Tzeentch's labyrinth and, with a pop!, exploded into a tiny little lump.
Grandfather Nurgle might have been willing to shovel me up from the ground, but regrettably, the human world where I was happened to be Tzeentch's territory. At an academy with