Originally Posted by /tg/
You know, being a part of a Chaos Campaign isn't just one great big conga line of decadence and killing like they probably tell you in the cults. There's lots of long moments where you're sitting in some shattered ruin waiting for the sorcerers to finish divining the next place to move. During these times I try to find whatever books I can and just read a bit, I help it takes my mind off the sounds of the Slaanesh worshippers playing 'Piggy In The Middle' with someone they've caught (in the middle of *what* I won't say). Sometimes you just get propaganda, but occasionally you find something someone has hidden away from all eyes. Heretical stuff.
I found this one book in the city of Majoris Prime, bound in black leather with a big funny looking cross on it. It was full of verses and stories about a single God who did a lot of crazy shit to his followers, then had a son and killed him. It was like reading about Tzeentch without the tentacles.
That was about the time Khârn found me, apparently bored with beating the Slaanesh worshippers with their piggy. He asked me what I was reading, and unable to quite explain it I passed the book to him. The berserker flicked through the first few pages idly, then as though captivated kept flicking through rapidly, head turning as he ran down the pages at lightning speeds as though possessed... I waited for him to say something, but for the longest time he just seemed entranced.
At last he looked up, staring not at me but into the distance as if struck by a revelation. I was scared, more than usual.
"I..." he started, "I have completely forgotten how to read."
Then he dared me to eat the book. A great time was had by all.
