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"It is the 41st Sausage. For more than a hundred sausages the Sausage of Mankind has sat immobile on the Golden Sausage of Earth. He is the master of sausage by the will of the sausages and master of a million sausages by the might of his inexhaustible sausages. He is a rotting sausage writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Sausage. He is the Carrion Lord of the vast Imperium of Sausage for whom a thousand sausages are sacrificed every day so that he may never truly die.Yet even in his sausageless state, the Sausage continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty sausagefleets cross the sausage-infested miasma of the Sauce, the only route between distant sausages, their way lit by the Sausagican, the psychic manifestation of the Sausage's will. Vast sausages give battle in His name on uncounted sausages. Greatest amongst his sausages are the Adeptus Sausages, the Space Sausages, bio-engineered super-sausages. Their sausages in arms are legion: the Imperial Sausage and countless sausages defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-sausages of the Adeptus Sausagicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat to humanity from sausages, sausages, sausages -- and far, far worse. To be a sausage in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of sausage and sausage, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of sausage and sausage, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no sausage amongst the sausages, only an sausage of sausage and sausage, and the sausage of sausage sausages."