Cultist Frustration

     With his followers laid out before him, a sea of the powerhungry, corrupt and depraved, Voldan began.
     'My disiples. Today our dreams of destruction will come true!' A huge roar of approval filled the wasted ruins that the cult of the lost souls called home
     'Tonight the four moons are in conjuncture, and the skys will be filled with the power of the dark gods. Soon the daemons of the gods will flock to fight at our sides. Tonight, the world will be ours!' Voldan flung his arms wide, embracing the skys that would bring his victory.
     'AAARRRGGGHHHH' Voldan looked to where the screams came from. A large vortex had opened up at the back of the assembly. Hundreds of of cultists were being drawn through the portal.
     'What is it?' he silently questioned the magus Lars
     'My God! Its the update vortex! It draws all the armies Games workshop can no longer be bothered with into a timeless limbo, where no knowledge of our existence can ever be retreved! We are doomed!' Realising his fate, Voldan the dark peered through the malstrum of power. In it he could see many beings. Short, bearded fellows with large stomachs clamouring to try and escape through the endless stream of cultist bodies.
     'The Squats,' Lars answered Voldans thoughts
     'They almost made it into second edition, but the vortex got them just after the black codex' Voldan fell to his knees, filled with impending dread. He flung his head to the skys, screaming.
     'Its not fair. We only just got some models.....'
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Cultist Frustration

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