You write Perturabo getting nice and fat from good cooking and I'll finish my chapter of Vect being terrifying and bailing his son (and his son's Ultramarine boyfriend) out of big trouble. Deal?
LETS GOOOOOO
current idea: Perty is time warped during a Hrud attack directly on his person, to a time and place where paradise is in danger. A civil war is poppin off on a gorgeous planet and the giant Primarch is instantly taken for a religious figure. He puts an end to the strife and unites the peoples with his ability for resource allocation and politically mogs the ruling class. gets to be King. Discovers food. You, the reader, are his chosen retainer, for a being who needs no army but himself…
also, the eye of terror doesn’t exist yet ( apparently it was created with the birth of Slaanesh?) so Perty has no extra paranoia looming over him at all times. He has his genetic predisposition for it and his centuries of trauma. We can fix that. With CAKE!!!!
also it’s a pre industrial world kinda medieval fantasy-ish, and without great machines and campaigns to occupy his mind, Perturabo turns his neurons towards art. It is glorious.
