Warhammer 40K: I Am Khorne's Chosen

Our father, the great Emperor, the savior of humanity, the radiance of the Golden Throne.

He has sat upon that throne for far too long. That thing ceased to be him long ago. It has become a corpse, a beacon, a symbol-not our father.

Before he drags all humanity into destruction, we will crush everyone who stands in our way, whether they be the Astra Militarum, the Adeptus Astartes, or the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Even our own brothers...

Upon Terra, we will end our father's existence with our own hands and halt humanity's plunge into the abyss of death.

Humanity will live under a new order, rather than squander its days mired in ignorance and superstition.

We are a great race. Once, we possessed technology that bordered on the miraculous, and our spirit remains as unyielding as steel.

We should stride across the sea of stars, not languish in endless religious dogma and infighting.

And so.

Let the stars burn once more.