For some reason, as a Terminator, I was dispatched to eliminate cells of Chaos-worshipping Cultists, and after getting rid of a bunch of Cultists and Nurgle Daemons (?), I returned to a Chapter Keep somewhere in a secret basement of a house (I know, it's weird) to get my Terminator armor removed. After that, I went to talk to my battle-brothers of the Deathwing, and apparently, we were looking for the mastermind behind some Chaos uprising in the system or sector. We were discussing on how we were being played like chess pieces - this being Warhammer 40,000, it should be Regicide, but...yeah, dreams are weird. Anyway, we somehow came to the conclusion that the mastermind was a Great Unlcean One, some greater Daemon that's inspiring all these rebellions and cults.
Don't ask me why, it was a weird dream.
Anyway, we couldn't find the mastermind, and the conversation devolved into...finding Cypher, getting into contact with him somehow, and making use of him to find the Greater Daemon. Obviously, my battle brothers aren't happy about that, considering he's like the Arch-Fallen or something and can't be trusted, but this little line came up that amused me greatly.
To persuade my battle-brothers, I basically said, "We're going to ask the unclean one, Cypher, to help us find the Great Unclean One. We'll get him to do the dirty work."
They were convinced, and I set out to find Cypher. I dunno why, but I was heading to an armory with Ravenwing bikes though the Tactical Dreadnought Armor there was in the bone-white of the Deathwing. It was weird. Before I could actually put on the armor and ride the bike...I woke up.
Seriously.
Not gonna lie, that was amusing. Both Warhammer 40,000 and my puns are haunting me in my dreams now.
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