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创建时间: 2026-01-18 10:57:32
关键词: innards, Regurgitation, Insemination, wombs, urination, abomination, pungent, parasites, pungent, creampie, fuck, Eliminates, Resigned, Annihilate, murderer, entrails, Psychosadistic, Submission, Khorne, Tzeentch, Slaanesh, Nurgle
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Dr. Aris Thorne stared at the pulsating, organic console. The words of the **Psychosadistic Submission** echoed in his mind, a forced mantra downloaded directly into his cortex. He was **Resigned**. His mission, once a noble exploration, was now an **Abomination**. The derelict ship was a temple to decay, a cathedral for **parasites**. The air was **pungent**—a mix of **regurgitation**, **urination**, and something sweetly rotten like a **cream pie** left in a furnace. He had been sent to investigate the **wombs**, the great birthing chambers, but found only a cycle of grotesque **Insemination** and dissolution. This was not science. This was worship. He understood now. The entities they had charted—**Khorne, Tzeentch, Slaanesh, Nurgle**—were not distant stars. They were patrons. This vessel belonged to the Plague Lord, **Nurgle**. Its halls dripped with grateful, vibrant life that **Eliminates** all that is pure. Thorne’s own body rebelled, his **entrails** twisting. He fought the urge to **regurgitate** the **pungent** air. In the central chamber, a shape moved in the gloom. The **murderer** of his crew, a thing of bloated flesh and buzzing flies. It regarded him not with malice, but with a grandfather’s fondness. Thorne felt a final, clear thought: to **Annihilate** this horror, to purge it from the galaxy. He raised his melta-charge. The creature did not stop him. It simply opened a dripping maw and spoke, its voice like a swamp’s chuckle. “**Submit.** Your resistance is just another spice in the feast.” Thorne’s finger hesitated on the trigger. The **abomination** before him was terrible, but it was also, he realized, terribly alive. A profound, sickening acceptance washed over him. The fight left his body. He was not a destroyer. He was seed. He lowered the charge. A smile touched his lips, the first genuine one in years, as he finally understood the true purpose of his mission: **Insemination**. Not of the wombs around him, but of his own soul. He took a step forward, into the welcoming, putrid embrace.
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