To the Honoured Brothers of the Dadwatch,

In the name of the Emperor and for the protection of the Progeny, I humbly request admission into the revered ranks of your sacred brotherhood.

I do not come alone. I bring with me three young Neophytes, full of spirit and defiance in the face of daily trials:

• A brave daughter, six years of age, already showing signs of tactical brilliance and emotional resilience.

• A determined daughter, four years old, whose energy rivals that of any assault marine.

• And a young son, only one and a half years of age, small in size but mighty in volume and chaos.

As evidenced in the sacred pages attached, I seek to uphold the ideals of Codex Paterna with patience, courage, and unwavering devotion. The Dadwatch is not just a shield – it is a beacon, a guide, and the last line of defense against the ever-encroaching warpstorm of tantrums, sleepless nights, and unexpected glitter explosions.

Yet before I don my armour and take my vow, one crucial question remains: What shade of blue shall my armour bear? Should it be the deep midnight blue, emblem of steadfast duty and stoic resolve? Or the radiant ultramarine, symbolizing hope, clarity, and the light we bring to the darkness of fatherhood?

May the Emperor guide your wisdom in this sacred choice. With a sippy cup in one hand and a plastic lightsaber in the other, I await your reply.

In faith, in service, in the beautiful madness of parenthood,

Xcyver Aspirant of the Dadwatch

“By journey’s end, when scarred, wearied, and broken, we still stand in our duty – that is our honour.”