Audio creation and it's compilement is a slow and methodical proccess for me, I coin the phrase "sloth-like." Never-the-less, I have uploaded a song and I find myself on the edge of my seat wondering how it will fare.

Fratricida - Chaos Lesser God of Punished Soldiers

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It is said that when the Chaos Gods entwine in combat with each other, whole systems can be destroyed within seconds. It is said that the Gods manifest themselves onto a planet to lead armies of daemons against each other. These worlds become the site of the most horrific battles, lasting centuries as the daemons crash upon one another. It is also said that these battles never happen in the physical world just in the warp. Warp entities jump in flickers across vast distances, weapons that do not exist clash with each other. These battles never happen just memories of the future, flickers of the past, déjà vu, has beens and warp interference. In one of these has beens, seven lesser blood gods marched upon on the largest blood god, Khorne.

As the seven Lesser Gods marched upon Khorne, daemons were summoned into existence by the gods. Legions of daemons now marched with their masters, screaming in battle rages as they felt the tide of war growing. As the waves of daemons collided with each other, the whirling melee broke out. Daemons slashed at one another. Daemons smashed one another. Daemons destroyed one another. Daemons popped out of existence and then back in as they were summoned once more. After decades of constant battle, the daemon forces begun to weaken, and soon it would be the time of the Gods to fight in single combat.

As the five remaining Lesser Gods glided towards the towering figure of Khorne, many of the daemons just vanished from existence. Their masters concentrations now turned inwards into powering themselves for the fight that was about to commence. Limbs swirled, weapons lashed, claws scratched, tongues screeched. After several more decades of fighting between the gods, the surrounding environment was all but gone. Nothing besides two Gods had survived all this time. One by One the Lesser Gods had been destroyed by Khorne, and as he did, he soaked up their powers and became ever stronger. They would be reborn as the emotions that fed them still existed, but some of their power would always feed Khorne, always making him stronger. Only one other god was left standing with Khorne, Fratricida the Lesser God of Punished Soldiers.

Her great feathered wings started beating slowly, causing shockwaves and warp ripples that would affect the warp for centuries. Her wings soon began to beat ever faster, building up her power as she lifted into the sky. With a great leap, Khorne joined her in the sky, or what would be called the sky in the warp. The two great beasts flew and tumbled and single combat. For years they fought, Khorne getting the upper hand, only to be fooled at the last instance and the fight continuing. As they fought, they grew stronger as the universe moved on, but Khorne was too strong. His strength slowly grinded down Fratricida and she begun to fail. As she lay broken on the floor, Khorne stood above her, staring down.

"You have fought bravely, though you shall never challenge me again!"

As these words left his being, the whole warp shook. Something was happening else where in the warp, something bigger than this, something greater. Khorne looked deep into the warp to see a new contender being born, a God that was no lesser God, but a mighty God. He would have to leave this battle to go and fight the newer presence, the entity that would become his nemesis.

"I will spare your existence but you shall forever bleed, never able to retain power."

With this, he brought down his massive whip and lashed a hole in Fratricida's heart, an eternal hole. From here, her power slowly diffused away, bleeding out of her. For millennia she lay there, only managing to survive on the power brought to her by those who didn't believe in her, the Commissars of the Imperial Armies. As she lay broken she felt a surge of power rushing through her body, it was M34.186 and she was ready to bring her justice to the physical world once more.

Ah things are grand, I fixed my Ipod, the computers fixed. They both had spazms of some sort and they were fixed by a bit of serendipity, but a bit of me to.

But I'm glad things are on the mend, cept for my psych, that will never mend.