Ever wonder what it would be like to be a soldier who is constantly told, "You are expendable. A tool in our glorious Emperor's plan," from the day you are born. And you eventually begin to believe it. What would that feel like?
...am I insane?
I hate the Imperial Fists from 40k. Not because they are evil or anything, but because whenever I think about them, the same phrase comes to mind. I imagine that when the Imperial Fists arrive, they yell, "It's time to give these Xenos an Imperial Fisting," which horrifies me to no end.
Sometimes I want something vaguely supernatural to happen to me. Not like psycho murder who always comes back to life because Hollywood wants to milk him for more precious dollars, more like a strange experience. I want a parade of ghosts dressed as clowns walking down a street. A harmless event that I'll think about forever, never figuring out what happened and knowing none will believe I truly saw what i saw