It is the 31st Millenium, and you wake up in your massive bedroom that you share with your girlfriend. You look to your side to see that she isn't there. You sigh, knowing exactly where she is.

You hop off the bed and begin your morning ritual; brushing your teeth, eating breakfast, and putting on a fresh pair of clothes.

Walking through the halls of the Palace and you hear a whole lot of yelling, thudding, and slight screaming. The yelling is most certainly from your girlfriend. A couple more corner turns, and a few flights of stairs, you see your girlfriend, Angron, holding up one of her Sons by the neck against a wall. Others watch on in familiar expectancy.

WHO TOUCHED... MY FUCKING AXES?!"

She yells, spitting on the Marine's face. By her sides, you see her bloody axes, slightly cleaner than usual. Most people wonder who would do such a suicidal thing...

Except you. You may or may not have... Wanted to do something nice for her Last night and attempted to clean her axes off of Daemon blood, but failed severly. You may need to step in for this...