WAAAAAAGH
-Fulgrim dropped his sunglasses, and readied a weapon’s grade turntable, and then laughed-
Seems you greenskins need some music, let me enlighten you. -he chuckled as when he dropped the base, many of his sons, and heavy, crust shattering “Wubs” began to run out towards the greenskins. The ground cracking and shaking from the sound of foot steps and the bass being dropped fucking hard-















