>pitiful little baby with a headache and runny nose
>live in tiny apartment and don’t have space for a tissue box so I go to grab toilet paper
> COCKROACH IN THE BATHROOM CRAWLING AT MY EYE LEVEL
>grew up in squalor and have overtuned stress response to bugs
>someone hardfronts immediately
>background panic immediately crushed under the sheer force of locking the fuck in
>watch the body grab a big ass metal pole from beside the door
>internal dialogue blasting IRON WITHOUT IRON WITHIN NO MERCY NO ESCAPE - can’t hear or think anything else only W A R
>vision crystallizes into 8k HD from the raw adrenaline and we move all the clutter from the bathroom corner, see the thing, spear it with the pole in a single strike
>auf wiedersehen small xenos
>stab until it has no discernible nervous system function left
>mission complete, I can move again
>Perturabo sneers at me and says ‘this is what happens when you let Dorn run your living space’ and sinks into the back to fight him yet again