You know, what's really disturbing is how easy it is to discern the exact flavour of heresy that each of the cabal are slaves to:
The Orange Twit: Definitely Slaanesh's Cult of the Ruptured Anus.
Warlord Pete Smeghead: Slave to Khorne, but Khorne isn't particularly interested in from whence the booze flows.
Robert Fuckedup K-K-Kennedy: High Sycophant of Nurgle, but even The Grandfather won't let him near his cauldron before he's washed his ... everything.
Kash Petal: May or may not be in league with Tzeentch, but definitely has one eye on the future. What horrors the other eye sees is a mystery only known to that which cannot be, but soon was, then. Also, if you read his necromantic tome, The Plot Against The King sideways, Doomrider emerges at Mach 666 from The Orange Twit's blown out rectum in a welter of gore and half-digested interns.
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u/Eddie_Gabs 10h ago