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[Fniff]

We're obviously corrupted by the forces of Chaos.

Since we can obviously communicate with our thoughts, establish a connection with Nurgle.

"Nurgle? Nurrgleee. NURGLE! NURGLE!" He's not answering.

Actually, you are beginning to think you lied about the Psyker thing to impress those girls on Cadia. Hmm.

Consume dead bodies to absorb what little lifeforce and soulforce remain in them. USE ABSORBED LIFEFORCE AND SOULFORCE TO BECOME A GOD.

You experimentally eat a dead body.

That's...Surprisingly nice. You eat a few more. Wow, your hands are not rotten anymore. Things are OK for now. Hmm. What to do now?

[Demonic Spoon]

Eat MOAR bodies! BECOME THE CORPSE GOD. CORPSES FOR THE CORPSE GOD! BODIES FOR THE BODY THRONE!

[inteuniso]

Well, if dead bodies are tasty, live bodies must be a delicacy.

Find something alive.

[Fniff]

Eat MOAR bodies! BECOME THE CORPSE GOD. CORPSES FOR THE CORPSE GOD! BODIES FOR THE BODY THRONE!

You are pretty full, but you eat a few more anyway. Wow, this is doing good things for your body. You feel 5 years younger, which means you are now about 15.

[Fniff]

Well, if dead bodies are tasty, live bodies must be a delicacy.

Find something alive.

You look around for something alive. Oh, look! Orks, they must be tasty.

"Braaaaainssss" You mutter without control. Hmm, that seems odd.

[Demonic Spoon]

EAT UNTIL WE REACH NEGATIVE AGE. BECOME A CHAOS GOD.

OMNOMNOM the ork, especially the brain.

Name ourselves a NOT-ZOMBIE.

[Fniff]

EAT UNTIL WE REACH NEGATIVE AGE. BECOME A CHAOS GOD.

OMNOMNOM the ork, especially the brain.

Name ourselves a NOT-ZOMBIE.

You call yourself a Not-zombie. That works. You stride at a steady pace towards the Ork.

"Ummie!" The Ork is about to punch a hole in you when you dodge it and chomp on his brain. The Ork falls over. Yummy brain.

[Demonic Spoon]

GET INFECTED BY ORK SPORES. BECOME PART OF THE ORK PSYCHIC GESTALT. USE THE ORK PSYCHIC GESTALT TO BECOME A GOD.

Search for more brains to OMNOMNOM

[Fniff]

GET INFECTED BY ORK SPORES. BECOME PART OF THE ORK PSYCHIC GESTALT. USE THE ORK PSYCHIC GESTALT TO BECOME A GOD.

Search for more brains to OMNOMNOM

You look around for some more flesh and brains.

Hmm. Nothing. That's annoying. Well, you are full anyway. And sleepy. Maybe you should go back in your grave or maybe wherever the hell your foxhole is and sleep for a while, using corpses as blankets.

That is possibly the most disturbing idea you have ever come up with.

[Demonic Spoon]

Yes! Do this! DO EET!

[Fniff]

Yes! Do this! DO EET!

You go to sleep under a pile of corpses.

Dreaming of things of the past that is too far to think...

*

You are Fredrick Van Berking. You have recently risen from the dead. There is a very very angry mob on your feet.

[Demonic Spoon]

There is a very very angry mob on your feet.

Wonder how a entire mob could have fitted onto our feet.

Join the mob. BECOME PART OF THE MOBMIND. TAKE OVER THE MOBMIND. BECOME THE MOB GOD.

[Fniff]

There is a very very angry mob on your feet.

Wonder how a entire mob could have fitted onto our feet.

Join the mob. BECOME PART OF THE MOBMIND. TAKE OVER THE MOBMIND. BECOME THE MOB GOD.

You try to join the mob. They seem to accept you. How the hell?

You wake up from the sheer insanity.

It seems to be night. You are covered in corpses. You hear something flapping.

[Demonic Spoon]

Flap our arms in sympathy with the flapping noise. Then OMNOMNOM on the maker of the flapping noise and teh corpses.

[Fniff]

Flap our arms in sympathy with the flapping noise. Then OMNOMNOM on the maker of the flapping noise and corpses.

You flap your arms in hopes that the flapping noise would agree with your current opinion and talk to oyu happily. But then you feel hungry and get up and try to eat the flapping noise.

Hey, it's a bat. Suddenly the bat changes and it's now an Eldar Guardian. He is wearing a mask, so you cannot tell what he looks like.