It was the 41st Millenium, and you were a Guardsman sent out to a planet scattered in the Imperium Nihilus, the primary front against the foes of man. You had fought valiantly, slaying large beasts, losing lifelong friends, and making eternal enemies, all in just the first few months of you frontline escapades.

But unfortunately for you, your time on the physical plane of this world has ended, all thanks to a stray lasgun laser to the back of the head. Goddamn rookies... Did they even attend basic training at the Imperium Eschola?! Ah well... No matter for that now... Because your soul was going straight to the Warp...

When you eventually woke up, everything was blurry and very, very fuzzy. Like you had just come out of bed with a massive hangover from a night prior. What you could see was the colour pink. A whole lot of pink, at that. And people... Wrestling? Wait, is that rave music...? Before you pass out again, you feel something long and thick curl around you. No, it's not what your thinking, it's actually a snake tail. Before you could see who had it, everything went black. Oh man, you really shouldn't have bought that T'au magazine...

Months later, you had gotten used to you new life. You lived in a castle that belongs to Slaanesh, the youngest (although plenty powerful) Chaos God, which was located right in the centre of her territory. After living with her for a few days, turns out she's pretty chill. Okay, well, not when she's a RAGING lust Deamon, but she didn't really want to do all that stuff to you just yet. After all, you were her new favourite things since the Aeldari! She didn't want to totally disfigure you with her... Kinks.

You walked into her room, wanting to ask her to open up a jar of pickles, when you saw her slumped over her desk. In her messy room, where there laid many clothes strewn across the floor, and Nu Metal blaring out of her speaker was Slaanesh. She stayed up again last night, trying to perfect an Emperor's Children mini.

"Ugh... Be Perfect... Please..."