And lo before the imperial legions faced a threat the imperium had not braced for, had not prepared for, one that the forces of good and hope could simply not be prepared for. As the loyal primarchs readied themselves, they realized that it was their faith, not their mighty power-armor of the Tech-Priests of Mars that would guard them against their foe.

For approached an abomynation, an abyss, a simple portion of reality that should not exist. A spawn of such destroyed mentality that to simply look upon it was to certainly have your sanity stripped from your soul.

It was this day, this very hour that the Primarchs were most tested. For here, now, striding forth from the darkest reaches of those who had never seen the purity of the light that is the Emporors love, was the fallen primarch Gunslinger, his putrid Hello Kitty Legion surging forward around him like some pink ooze of decayed flesh spilling forth onto the holy ground of our most Holy Emporor.