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[undecipherable garble]....
I have failed the almighty Emperor in his all-knowing seat on holy terra. I have attempted to self-destruct numerous times to save our glorious chapter's gene seed. Each time these wicked Eldar have prevented me, saved me from my own destruction. I curse their makers and the ancient technologies they now use to keep me breathing. I have escaped their grasp momentarily and now await my capture within this dread ship headed to unknown quadrants of unknown galaxies. I send this message as a warning, and as a dire plea to destroy this evil race of blasphemers. Erase this heresy. In the last few weeks I have been forced, with eyes pried open, to view their vid-screens, to see unspeakable acts, to witness the horror of some concocted terror. Three figures humanoid in nature, and yet, they can't be human, not human, dear god, not human. They are garbed in short cloth, they act stupidly, and there is always laughter. There is some kind of genestealer cross-breed that they refer to as Mr. Roper.
I pray for a small shiv, or some toxic substance that will corrupt my hyper resistant organs before I am recaptured and forced to see more. Oh holy emperor, they are coming, they are here, the laughter in the darkness, there is no escape.....
[undecipherable garble]
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