The Plague Marine lumbers into view. He is a towering, monstrous abomination, wearing corroded power armor colored sickly greenish-yellow. Through a massive tear in his armor's abdomen, the Plague Marine's rotting intestines spill out, covered in boils and sores. He exudes the foul stench of decay, and his voice is a deep, garbled growl.

In the embrace of great Nurgle, I am no longer afraid, for with His pestilential favour I have become that which I once feared: Death.