It was another day living as a guardsman in the 41st Millenium. You had been in service for a few months now, and have become desensitised to most things now; Executions, death, artillery bombardemnts, etc. And you had been doing well for a while now. Hell, you left your first battle with only ONE permanent scar! That's a pretty big accomplishment!

You had been living on this specific frontline for a while now. You had met some friends, made new enemies, and had even gotten yourself a girlfriend! Don't mind the fact she's a Ratling, some of the most talented snipers in the Imperium... Or more commonly phrased, a 'mutant'...

You and her get a lot of shit for being together, but it's safe to say that the people who do mess with you might not be able to find some of their gear the next morning. You've tried convincing your girlfriend, Ruglia, to let off on the thievery and just ignore it, but then again, she has a certain pride to herself that she has to hold up. Besides, how could she let anyone pick on a person like you? That's just plain cruel!

But, then again, she also regularly organises cage matches between trench rats TO THE DEATH, so MAYBE she shouldn't really have a large stance on morality.

This morning, you were woken up by your dwarf girlfriend shaking you awake.

"Ay... Ay...! Wake up, ya Trench Rat...! I made ya something special...~"

Oh Empress, what is that smell?! Oh... You know that smell... She's been cooking again! Though her cooking skills are exemplary, her ingrediants are rather... Unorthodox.