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Warhammer 40k: A Green Commissar Doesn't Dream of Death Corps

SYNOPSIS In the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium, humanity's golden age has long since crumbled to dust. A unique era has arrived, a weak "divine" entity merges with an outsider unexpectedly drawn into this war-torn reality. What do they have in common? They're both absolutely terrified of dying. And where better to learn about death than among the Death Korps of Krieg - those gas-masked soldiers who march willingly into the grave, seeking atonement through sacrifice? An intern political commissar finds himself "fortunately" promoted to full Commissar status and assigned to this legendary regiment. Armed with nothing but his wits and an overwhelming desire to survive, he makes a solemn vow: he WILL live through this posting, no matter what. But the Death Korps of Krieg is not quite what the rumors say... This is A Tale of survival, unexpected bonds, and finding humanity in the most inhuman of legions. Sweet moments and heartbreak in equal measure, focusing on connection in a galaxy that knows only war. FOR KRIEG! FOR THE EMPEROR! ------------- NOTE Hey there, my comrades! Good day to visit a crumbling Imperium, ain't it? Haha! Alright, battle-brothers and sisters, here we have ANOTHER fanfic - and this one's dedicated to one of the most pitifully devoted armies in eternal service to the Emperor: THE DEATH KORPS OF KRIEG! My boys, the Kriegsmen themselves! You better support their crusade, because we're in the era of the Lord Regent now, Roboute Guilliman's Indomitus Crusade is underway, and the galaxy needs every gas-masked soldier willing to charge into certain death for the God-Emperor! So strap on your rebreathers, fix bayonets, and prepare for trench warfare like you've never seen before. THE EMPEROR PROTECTS! FOR KRIEG! FOR THE IMPERIUM! In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement.
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