Dear Commissar Fuklaw, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Millenium to only war for whatever we did that was Heresy. What we did *was* Heresy. But we think you're crazy to tell us to write a codex telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a xeno
And an Astarte...
And a Hehrehtteec..
And a Wych
And a Daemon
Sincerely yours. The Meatbread Club.
I am so sorry. It would not leave my head.