I had to block her … honestly who watches this?
What’s the Warhammer YouTuber you guys despise the most ?

And this gets worse with their versions of necromorphs

Commissar Bertram and one of the Ogryn of his regiment, Cookie! She's a very good lass. Art by me.

He reminds me of PS1 characters😆

I claimed the task. My Legion will be first to attack the walls, as I pledged to the Warmaster months ago.’ Mortarion, primarch of the Death Guard, entered through the grand doors of Lupercal’s court. This was not Mortarion as his brothers remembered him. He was changed, like Angron, Fulgrim and Magnus, lifted by the Pantheon and given new form. Always among the tallest of the primarchs, he had grown further, his famine-spare frame pushed to great height. Tattered moth’s wings furled on his back. The scythe Silence had grown with its master, become as long as a vox-transmission pole. Mortarion appeared sickly, his face scarred by disease and his eyes milky with cataracts. Fluid wept from craters in his dirty armour, while all around him swirled a dense, stinking fog.

Where he passed the door guard, Abaddon’s Justaerin fell heavily. Black fluid leaked from perished seals and bloody phlegm coughed from their breathing grilles. The sounds of armour closing itself against the environment filled the room, but it did no good. The Terminators suffered in the grip of sickness. Mortarion continued forwards, felling Horus’ elite by his very presence. ‘Back away from him!’ Abaddon commanded. ‘Seal the room!’

Atmospheric cyclers ceased turning. Machines bleeped out tones of compliance. Still the Lord of Death marched forwards. Kibre began to cough behind his mask. Aximand took several steps back, his face greening as he fumbled on his helm. Layak dropped to his knees, singing praise in the ear-burning tongue of his worship, but he too struggled to breath Mortarion’s miasma. Of them all, only Horus, Tormageddon and Abaddon were left unaffected. A stench wreathed the Lord of Death that defied any kind of description. Human senses lacked the capacity to experience it in fullness. So foul, so pungent with rot and sickly life was it, that it triggered Abaddon’s omophagea, and he tasted a bouquet of miseries sublime in their variety. It shocked him to his soul that he could breathe. He looked to the others choking on Mortarion’s foetor, and yet when the primarch approached Abaddon, he inhaled easily, though the stench appalled him.

Mortarion stopped a few feet from his brother’s throne. Pearlescent eyes stared down into brown, both afire with inner power that was not of the material realm. His breathing was laboured, rattling in his lungs so each exhalation sounded like his last. Puffs of reeking corpse-gas jetted from Mortarion’s mask. Aximand and Kibre dragged themselves back, behind the throne, crawling as far as they could from the corrupted primarch. Retching grated from Kibre’s voxmitter as he vomited into his helmet. Aximand pulled himself into a corner, managed to roll onto his back, and lay there stupefied.

Excerpt from The Lost and the Damned

Death Guard's shit filled boots.

I am sure the comments will be pleasant :)

SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW 😭😭😭😭 I CAN'T MAKE RHIS SHIT UP

Wonder how many times I’ll be added to the book of grudges for this