Another day, another set of useless bloody orders from some useless bloody karker sitting safe in planetary orbit while I’m down here in the mud, trying not to get my block knocked off.

Just me karking luck.

I mean, it wasn’t my fault that a few things went missing from the stores, now was it? If they were needed for the war effort, then the quartermaster would’ve locked the door, or at least placed a guard, wouldn’t he?

That was just a start, nothing goes right for me.

Darktide veteran