Death and the Possessed Tax

As the old saying goes...There's two certainties in life: death, and the fact that Games Workshop will shit on Chaos Space Marines. 

The big boys in blue get their Gladius formation where they get free tanks, free razorbacks even, and old Chaos well, we get a steaming heap of shit called Traitor's Hate. 

Khorne Bikers

Khorne bikers, the Black Widows of 40K. What does this mean you ask? Is this another obscure reference that will possibly come back and mildly relate to 40K? 

Well...Does a white bear shit on ice?

Chaos Lord of Khorne on Juggernaut--Someday Lady You'll Accomp'ny Me

Wait a minute, I know what you're thinking--Fucking Bob Seger? Someday Lady You'll Accomp'ny Me? What in Sam Hill is he up to this time? Chaos Lord of Khorne on Juggernaut? Can he possibly tie it all together?

Probably not, but let's give it a try anyway...

The Plight of the Berserker, Part 1

Khorne Berserkers throw themselves at the enemy like rabid animals. With their minds twisted by psychosurgery, the Berserkers feel no fear, knowing only a roaring tide of exhilaration and the absolute desperate need to kill. These are Khorne's holy destroyers, the blood-drenched enforcers of his murderous will. As they pound across the battlefield toward the foe, the Berserkers shrug off even the heaviest fire, their determination driving them on through wounds that would kill a lesser man thrice over. Their howls of devotion reach fever pitch as they charge headlong into the enemy lines, chainaxes revving and ready to kill. The carnage that follows is terrible to behold, severed limbs and lopped heads tumbling through the air amid a rain of gore. So perish all who stand before the Berserkers of Khorne. 

And now some music apropos of the fluff...

Herald of Khorne on Juggernaut

Let's say this Twinkie represents the normal amount of psychokinetic energy in the New York area. According to this morning's sample it would be a Twinkie thirty-five feet long, weighing approximately six-hundred pounds...