Warhammer 40K: Justice of the Night

[Warhammer 40K / No System / No Golden Finger] Zheng Yi, a keyboard warrior who loved holding forth about world affairs while crossing the street, got hit by a truck and sent hurtling into Warhammer 40K. When he woke up, he discovered he had become a Night Lord, a Space Marine in a traitor legion infamous for flaying people and spreading terror. The Emperor and the Four Chaos Gods teamed up to make him a body and some gear, then kicked him into a hive city's underhive garbage dump. No golden finger. No System. His only friend was a sixteen-year-old scavenger girl. His only possessions were a suit of power armor, a combat knife, a bolt pistol, and some spare magazines... Oh, and a Space Marine's body. His one real advantage was that he was genuinely good at scaring people in the dark. Since he was here now, Zheng Yi decided to do what he had always done: deliver justice. He killed the local gang boss, hung up his corpse, then told a crowd of ragged hive dwellers, “I am an angel sent by the Emperor.” No one dared doubt him. But taxes were cut in half, water was free, and a wandering priest was willing to help him preach. And so the legend of the “Night Son” began to spread through the Ashen Corridor. The Iron Hands gang wanted him dead. A three-gang alliance came to hunt him down. And an even greater darkness was brewing above them all. But the real challenge he faced every day was this: How do you become a good person in Warhammer 40K, if this dark universe allows it? “My father is Konrad Curze. He taught me to maintain order through fear. But I can't help thinking that you can't build a harmonious society by flaying people alone.” The Night Son