Y'know, back in outer we used to drink - a lot We used to take all kinds of kick-ass And showed disrespect for any authority figures Little did we we were undermining our entire value system...
At time I was serving in the Masters 3rd Scumdog Legion aboard a planetary infection barge, attempting to obey a of confusing orders, but mostly satisfying our lust for slaughter ravingly drunk the time, I only realized a battle had started when I heard the roar of the fleets bombardment. into our armored pods we began our descent to the planets pulverized surface. We were met by a flight of interceptors we devastated with soaring blast of nuclear hatred, flashing through the cloud into the atmosphere below.
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On the horizon was the outlines of a bombed city, the outlying dotted with flaming craters and fleeing refuges I vomited out the and led our battalion on a blazing attack on the non-combatants pulpifying their in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst. The mass mutilation of a ensued, with those not being fit for slave labor herded into gigantic flaming pits. We as several thousand years of cultural development were wiped out in a blundering instant.
on guts, gouged out eyes Captives fill the hive Desecrate sovereign world Bloated, bloody, drunken crumble, races die Stench of midgets the sky skulls with ghastly crunch Pretty soon we'll break for
Later, as we through deep space Ritually disemboweling our The navigator us that we Attacked the planet.
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