Brother Maximus Cumicus, I reach out to you with the gravest of concerns, for I have learned that you have succumbed to the vile practices of gooning and doomscrolling, distractions unworthy of a son of the Emperor. These indulgences weaken the mind, erode the spirit, and strip a warrior of his sacred purpose. We are not made for such idle pursuits, Maximus; we are Astartes, forged to fight the enemies of mankind, not to be ensnared by the endless abyss of digital filth and despair. Every moment you waste, glued to these debased habits, is a moment stolen from the Emperor’s service, a moment where your bolter could be roaring in His name. Cast off this coomer’s curse, Brother! The path you tread is one of shame and degradation, and it leads only to spiritual death. The Imperium needs you whole, mind sharp, and purpose unyielding. Rise above this weakness, Maximus. Reclaim your honor and stand once more as a pillar of the Chapter!

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Brother Maximus Cumicus, I write to you not only as a fellow warrior of the Emperor but as your kin, bound by blood and bolter. In these dark times, it grieves me to hear of your weakening resolve, not against the xenos, heretic, or daemon, but to the insidious temptation of the femboys, whose allure has cast a shadow over your soul. We are Astartes, not slaves to such desires, and while the Emperor’s Light shields us from the ruinous powers, it cannot defend us from our own minds. You must cleanse this indulgence from your heart, for it tarnishes your honor, weakens your battle-brothers, and shames the Chapter. Steel your soul, Maximus, for you are the Emperor’s hammer, not a creature of fleshly weakness. Cast aside this obsession, lest it consume you like the warp consumes the unfaithful, and remember who we are— the eternal defenders of humanity, above such mortal frailties. May you return to the purity of our cause, for the Imperium needs your strength now more than ever.

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