Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader. I do a suggest.

I'm parched, bruv

I have returned, father, to claim my birthright and my destiny. Once you spared me death, such was your folly. I shall not make the same mistake. By right of birth and conquest I claim leadership of the Khazag in the name of the true gods.

"Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man."

My sons, the galaxy is burning. We all bear witness to a final truth - our way is not the way of the Imperium.

You have never stood in the Emperor's light.

You never worn the Imperial eagle.

And you never will.

You shall stand in midnight clad, your claws forever red with the lifeblood of my father's failed empire,

Warring through the centuries as the talons of a murdered god.

Rise, my sons, and take your wrath across the stars,

In my name. In my memory.

Rise my Night Lords - Conrad Kurze

I wish I could like your posts so I can acknowledge that I've ENJOYED THEM

Each of the Legions has now nominated aspirants seeking to throw themselves upon our mercy in the vain hope that we may deem them worthy to join our ranks. Those loyal to the shrunken corpse on Terra still cling to their own processes by which perhaps one in a hundred neophytes may survive to become a battle brother. The methods I have developed over the last millennia are more stringent, for we must be pure in our hatred and hard of heart, body and soul. Fewer than one in every thousand survive, and I strive each day to lengthen these odds still further.
- Fabius Bile