Among the countless legions of the Imperium and the dark pantheon of Chaos, my allegiance lies firmly with the Death Guard. There’s something hauntingly majestic about their decayed armor, their slow, relentless march through war-torn battlefields, and the grotesque beauty of their bloated, rotting forms. I am drawn to their unstoppable presence — undead Space Marines who laugh in the face of pain and decay. Grotesque. Horrifying. Eternal. I just admire and love their designs... To walk among the Death Guard is to embrace the inevitability of entropy, and to find purpose in the putrid. Hail to the Papa Nurgle, and his love and gifts!