Things you can say to your commissar, but not your wife.

>>55192690
I love you

>>55192690
You're still alive.

>>55192690
"Alright, god dammit, I'll go down there. But by the Emperor if I don't come back you have to admit I was right."

"You're always right."

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>>55192690
I wish I was the Imperium of Man. I want to start out full of boundless potential and drive but then, over the millenia, to slide back into ignorance and stagnation. This is the galactic-scale bimbofication that I crave. As all my former virtues disappeared to be replaced by vices and stupidity, I'd be set upon from all sides by Humanity's enemies, and I'd willingly let them ravage me. I want the Eye of Terror to spread itself wide open and spurt its Chaotic filth all over me, corrupting wherever it touches. I want Necrons to burst forth from their buried resting places, splattering my territory like metallic bukkake. I want Tyranid hordes to swarm all over my systems, slurping over every inch, hungrily devouring all. Then I want the Orks to flare up and stain every inch of me in dirty green fungoid scum, the final delightful indignation. As the light of Humanity faded away to a flicker, then to a spark, and then finally to nothing, I'd giggle to myself because I'm just a brainless bitch anyway, tee-hee. That's all I am - the Imperium, a dumb cunt in a cheap red minidress being quadruple-penetrated by ugly monsters in a park at night, and enjoying it because I don't know any better. The Emperor protects!

"Yes, I'll get on my knees"

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>>55192690
I'm glad you care.

>>55192690
I agree.

>>55192690
Morale restored.

>>55192690
Excuse me...

> one good response and sixteen thousand "haha my wife is terrible" responses
squandered a perfectly good thread here folks

>>55192690
No, really. I can explain