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> be the High Chaplain of the Blood Angels

> Space Marines shit their power armour when you simply cough and think it's the end of the world when you smile (Except sergeant Dolomen. You love sergeant Dolomen)

> oh yes, you're intimidating, and you know this, babe!

> beat the hell out of Gabriel Seth himself (general reason: Seth was an asshole)

> wrestle your crazy overpowered berserk brothers every weekend like it's a restaurant appointment

> land on some backwater world to do this again

> be nom'd by a giant eel

> start to wonder if you're accidentally living in some kind of damn comedy

Me, re-reading novels about genocidal batshit crazy transhuman war criminals for the nth time, because it helps me take my mind off reality for at least a couple of hours:

Yeah, this book was a huge disappointment. I waited so long for it to come out, and all for this? A boring plot, mostly uninteresting empty characters who could have been interesting, but they were just killed! Not to mention that the characters didn't feel like legionnaires of the Third at all. You could easily cross out "Emperor's Children" and write "random SM Imperial Chapter, gone renegade", and personally I wouldn't notice the difference. In the end, Xanthine began to irritate me so terribly that I wanted to punch him in the face! I don't understand what happened to the author: A More Perfect Union was a great story! It was as if someone forced him to write nonsense. Or maybe I just overestimated him.

Lord of Excess was a big letdown for me. But it made me realize one very surprising thing: McNeill isn't such a bad EC-author! There are far worse ones out there!

At least Graham had two shining moments of brilliance in Crimson King (immediately dropped the ball afterwards, but, hey, babysteps!).

So, let me forget about McCormick. He gave me hope with a really good short story and a good first half of a novel. But now, with this second half of the novel riddled with logical inconsistencies, holes in the story big enough to drive a landraider through without scratching the paint and the endless same-same of "betrayal-idiocy-depravity", I need him to walk away from anything EC as briskly as possible. Let my poor guys bask in the fading glory of Reynolds and the few things Kyme, Wraight and St.Martin wrote. Maybe someday some author will come along to carry Josh's torch further! But not today.

At the moment it's fanfiction and fanart for me.

(Pic of Lucius just because I want to. And because McCormick didn't let me keep any good chars. He destroyed them all. To shreds, you say?)