[Author of Yun Chui, Lao Chui lightly sprays]
Traveling across the Warhammer universe, Wren found himself the last Rogue Trader of the Valerius family.
Standing in an abandoned nest seven kilometers below sea level, facing the heretic gangsters who were about to break in, Renn calmly opened the STC main console and issued a closed beta announcement to the distant earth.
"100% Virtual reality, hardcore wasteland survival, all the resources on this planet belong to you, as long as you have one life."
As a result, the style of painting completely changed.
Khorne Cultist: "Why are these mortals still laughing after their hands and feet were chopped off? Their skulls didn't even explode after they died!"
Sage of the Mechanicus: "Blasphemy! This is naked blasphemy! They actually use sacred nutritional ointment to plaster the walls, and they call it fine decoration!"
Green-skinned warlord: "I'm just thinking... These shrimps are even more WAAAGH than us!!!"
Ren held a plasma pistol, sat on the command seat surrounded by power armor, and looked at the players moving bricks all over the mountains and plains:
"I reiterate, this is really not a game, this is our human expedition!"
