Primarchs and their sense of humour

I just had an interesting little conversation with @ladymirdan about Primarchs and their specific sense of humour.

Imagine.

Just imagine.

You are Erebus. On board the Lex (if it is before, you know, ramming it into Nuceria. Else maybe the Trisagion) Minding your own business, writing some letters, maybe reading some new passages of your sire’s writing.

Suddenly.

From the corner of the room, where Lorgar sat the last two weeks, quietly meditating, communing with the truth. You hear the soft, dark, soothing, beautiful voice of your Primarch. The voice you love so much, when it speaks of the Truth. When it gives you purpose.

“Why does the chicken cross the road?”

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It’s already the afternoon on Friday in Australia, so I want to get this up before the Shabbat begins down there.  Shabbat shalom, and Hanukkah Chag Sameach!

@sandvichette

Everyone go home, that fic has the best lines ever.

I’m torn between  “Did you just mention a ‘pastime’ that is ‘fun’ in the same sentence as Rogal?” and  “High rider! I’m going out naked but for a loincloth!”

You can guess who said those.

Well, Angron sure seems to be enjoying himself, anyway. I should introduce him to the 14th of July, I’m sure he’d find it amusing.