"I feel like Horus has fallen in love with me." The dark-skinned, laurel-crowned Emperor in white robes said, "...If your children are starved for affection, or you don't understand love, Emperor, you can come buy some Wangzai milk from my convenience store. After all, drink this milk and forget that kid." Warhammer fans are a peculiar species: they all claim to be loyal when you mention it, but refuse to go when asked. When they actually do go, they cry like grots who've had their toes stepped on. The bad news is, I transmigrated. The good news is, I brought a convenience store with me, and the everyday products inside have astonishing effects in Warhammer. "Gah! Erebus is pushing Horus's poisoned, unconscious father into the Serpent Lodge to capture him and turn him into a pawn of the Four Gods in the Warp!" "Don't worry, Loken. Remember that mysterious yellow block you bought at the store, the one that can cure any poison?" "You mean... the mysterious relic of the Golden Age, the yellow sterilizing compound block!?" "That's right, sulfur soap!" "That pathetic poison, germs, and disease of Nurgle are nothing! I'll use the sulfur soap from the store to wipe you all out, one by one!"
