Post by Kurtosis
This is my axe. There are many like it, but this one is mine. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me my axe is useless. Without my axe, I am useless. I must swing my axe true. I must swing truer than the enemy who is trying to kill me. I must kill him before he kills me. I will.
My axe and I know that what counts in war is not the number of swings, the damage from diseases, or the spells we cast. We know it is the crits that count. We will crit.
My axe is Horde, even as I am Horde, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its grip and its blade. I will keep my axe clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other.
Before Grom I swear this creed. My axe and I are the defenders of the Horde. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of the Ebon Blade.
So be it, until victory is Thrall’s and there is no enemy.
/respect to the
Marines.
