(This story is set in a heavily reworked version of Warhammer Fantasy, with some differences from the original lore. Warhammer fans, please keep an open mind as you read. Of course, you don't need to know Warhammer to enjoy it.)
Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!
Amid the biting winds blowing once more from the far north came the roars of dark creatures and the cries of Chaos's minions. They would again unleash a war of bloodshed and slaughter to please their gods.
Without a doubt, the civilizations of Order faced a tremendous threat. Fighting back Chaos would take everything they had, yet they also had to guard against the hostile neighbors all around them. This was a world where the strong struggled to survive, the weak might as well die, and people fought not for gain, but because refusing to fight meant death. But what does any of that have to do with the protagonist, who just wants to grow his hair back?
Protagonist: Excuse me...
Skaven: No! No! Warpstone only makes your hair fall out! Fall out!
Vampires: Even our leader is still bald! Mannfred: Look, look, his skin's just too bad to reflect the light.
Dark Elves: Our leader has no hair on his head, or anywhere else! Witch King Malekith: "..."
Greenskins: I reckon you might wanna try this squig?
Chaos: Boss, don't close the portal! We haven't gone through yet!
"Run! The bald guy's here!" (A Chaos God roars)
