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Daemonculaba
The Daemonculaba was the epitome of sickfuckery in Warhammer 40,000. It was a HOLY FUCK tier mad science project which, using stolen gene-seed, allowed for the creation of new Chaos Space Marines. It was first conceptualized by the Iron Warriors Traitor Legion, with the Warsmith Honsou (arguably the evilest villain in the galaxy) overseeing it.
So what made it so fucked-up and evil?
The Daemonculaba process began by rounding up some human females as slaves. Once corralled, they were shackled naked within iron cages and force-fed nutrients causing their bodies to widen and bloat to unfathomably grotesque proportions. Next, mad scientists called Savage Morticans (former members of the Adeptus Mechanicus' biological division corrupted by Chaos) utilized surgical and chemical techniques as well as Chaos magicks to radically alter the slaves' insides and embed them with stolen gene-seed. The 'birthing-womb' thus readied, an adolescent human male was then sealed within -- by performing what was essentially a 'reverse c-section.'
Days later, the candidate is reborn -- without any skin. Provided they weren't already dead, the candidate was then inspected to see if it was physically worthy to be a Chaos Space Marine. If it wasn't, it was literally flushed out the sewers to die in the barren wastelands surrounding the fortress laboratories. Occasionally though, the rejected creatures survived being cast out and many of these banded together as scavenger-hunters known as the Unfleshed.
If the candidate passed the inspection, flesh would be cross-stitched onto its body and its new life as a Chaos Space Marine would begin. The skin was harvested from the flayed bodies of human slaves; whose flesh had been painfully stretched to vast proportions before being removed while they were still alive.
The system could also use genetic material extracted from Iron Warrior corpses, which would then be implanted within the Daemonculabu.
As for the Daemonculabu themselves, if they happened to survive the birthing process, the cycle would days later begin anew, with them again being used as surrogate birthing-wombs...
And then Slaanesh is just looking at all this with interest, his eyes narrowed, and he says; "hmm, that's an interesting act, what do you call yourselves?" and Honsou sticks his chest out and goes; "The Aristocrats!"
It is rumored that the idea for the Daemonculaba wasn't actually Honsou's, but that only someone as evil as Honsou would ask for advice from the /d/arkest place in the galaxy and actually take it seriously.
The Daemonculaba was the epitome of sickfuckery in Warhammer 40,000. It was a HOLY FUCK tier mad science project which, using stolen gene-seed, allowed for the creation of new Chaos Space Marines. It was first conceptualized by the Iron Warriors Traitor Legion, with the Warsmith Honsou (arguably the evilest villain in the galaxy) overseeing it.
So what made it so fucked-up and evil?
The Daemonculaba process began by rounding up some human females as slaves. Once corralled, they were shackled naked within iron cages and force-fed nutrients causing their bodies to widen and bloat to unfathomably grotesque proportions. Next, mad scientists called Savage Morticans (former members of the Adeptus Mechanicus' biological division corrupted by Chaos) utilized surgical and chemical techniques as well as Chaos magicks to radically alter the slaves' insides and embed them with stolen gene-seed. The 'birthing-womb' thus readied, an adolescent human male was then sealed within -- by performing what was essentially a 'reverse c-section.'
Days later, the candidate is reborn -- without any skin. Provided they weren't already dead, the candidate was then inspected to see if it was physically worthy to be a Chaos Space Marine. If it wasn't, it was literally flushed out the sewers to die in the barren wastelands surrounding the fortress laboratories. Occasionally though, the rejected creatures survived being cast out and many of these banded together as scavenger-hunters known as the Unfleshed.
If the candidate passed the inspection, flesh would be cross-stitched onto its body and its new life as a Chaos Space Marine would begin. The skin was harvested from the flayed bodies of human slaves; whose flesh had been painfully stretched to vast proportions before being removed while they were still alive.
The system could also use genetic material extracted from Iron Warrior corpses, which would then be implanted within the Daemonculabu.
As for the Daemonculabu themselves, if they happened to survive the birthing process, the cycle would days later begin anew, with them again being used as surrogate birthing-wombs...
And then Slaanesh is just looking at all this with interest, his eyes narrowed, and he says; "hmm, that's an interesting act, what do you call yourselves?" and Honsou sticks his chest out and goes; "The Aristocrats!"
It is rumored that the idea for the Daemonculaba wasn't actually Honsou's, but that only someone as evil as Honsou would ask for advice from the /d/arkest place in the galaxy and actually take it seriously.
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@Sanada: ...... If only that really can help, but I'll try. *touch cheek*
@Giru: ......? I don't understand what do you mean by that, Genie...... *head pats*
@Giru: ......? I don't understand what do you mean by that, Genie...... *head pats*
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[color=red]How about giving your cold to your Onii-chan, Elle?
Well I got cold/flu too so... meh, my cig feels so dull.
*headbutts*
Well I got cold/flu too so... meh, my cig feels so dull.
*headbutts*
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AzelleFans wrote...
@Giru: ......? I don't understand what do you mean by that, Genie...... *head pats*
giru has a corrupted soul... if giru has one...
*sulks on your head*
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@Sanada: ...... Making my friend sick in my stead is not an option, Sanada-san. Besides, you said it in a manner that sounds pervy, so I'll pass...... *avoids headbutt*
@Giru: ...... If you're a normal man, then it's fine. Meaning, you still have interest on beautiful women and that's good in my book. *head pats again*
@Giru: ...... If you're a normal man, then it's fine. Meaning, you still have interest on beautiful women and that's good in my book. *head pats again*