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Some writefaggotry Anonymous 2009/08/25(Tue)15:20 No. 1688 ID: a91907

This is some writefaggotry on WH40K universe.
It's just a part of a novel I writted for a forum. Unofortunately my mothertongue is not English and I found some difficulties in translating the "feel" of the original faggotry.

Hope it's grimdark enough.

He was threw against the wall like a puppet.
-Bastards!- he screamed, but he received as an answer only the mocking laughs of his jailers.
Obscurity blinded him like black velvet. –Bastards!- muttered again. He rested on the wall and let his body slip on the hard and cold pavement, the taste of blood in his mouth. He rested his face in his hands and leapt up. He touched his eyebrow and noticed it was swollen. –Bastards- whispered for the third time, with no expectations.
He felt his legs no more, they beat him up, hitting him savagely on the face, on the chest, on his genitals. “Bastards”, he did not have the strength to say it another time, he just think it. His body was full of bruises and open wounds. He was hit without mercy, abused like a sack of meat, they annihilated his humanity. Truncheons mauled his body with terrifying indifference. His life or death was unimportant for the jailers.
He couched in a corner, flexing his leg to his chest and embracing them to better bear the stinging cold. He barely held the tears, he did not let those bastards have this satisfactions. They didn’t drive him at this point, not yet. Someone in the next cell was sobbing, whispering “Mommy, mommy, mommy…” with a stutter voice. He was not at that point yet. He wanted to say “stop it” to that poor bastard, but his throat was dry and painful. He gulped blood and saliva, to find a temporary relief to the parching thirst tormenting him. He slipped slowly in slept.
-Bastards- said in a whisper before fall asleep.
-Impressive- said the man in the black armor, flicking trough the file he was holding –Impressive without any doubt-
He passed the paperwork to another one on his side. The grim man read some pages, nodding. He reviewed some instances and holding a laugh.
-It’s fine to me- said, passing again the file to his comrade –I think we found a winner in the end-
-It’s not going to be a difficult subject?- asked the former
-I handled worst guys-
The man put the file on the desk, setting it aside from the others.
-So it’s decided- he said –we’ll examine the subject tomorrow-
The officer twisted his hand, in discomfort. –I think it’s not possible- he muttered.
The second man glanced grimly at him. –Why not?- he asked with a tone of voice that was yelling “If it’s not possible, make it happen anyway”.
-You see- said the arbiter worried –Lord Valdek is extremely influent, he’s close to the planetary governor, he’s not gonna be happy to know his aggressor will be set free-
-It’s only this?-said the man in charge –So it’s not a problem. I’ll swear the governor will make no pressure in you. I think he had vivid memories of the allies that made him keep his office- he smiled in a affable way, but he really looked like a bird of prey, waiting to snatch his victim.
-Only a reassurance- said the arbiter –I’ll feel better if I can have a written permit from the governor-
The man frowned and he had the unpleasant feeling he spoke out of turn –If it’s not too much upsetting for the venerable…- he hurriedly added.
-It’s not a upset at all- answered the other man trying to relax his expression, but achieving only a menacing sneer –not a upset at all- he repeated.
The arbiter was not able to restrain him for observing the deep scar running on the man face.
Not exactly a scar, more precisely a track in the flesh departing from the eyebrow and ending on the chin. Surely several nerves were severed; this explained the facial stiffness of his owner.
The man tried to smile again, perceiving what the officer was looking at. He skimmed his rough skin. –A present from our enemies- said –I didn’t think to make it alive-. The officer shivered thinking what kind of weapon was able to rip the flesh in that way. It was like something was inserted inside the cheek and ripped the flesh from the inside.
-I’ll examine the subject 23 personally tomorrow- he added –you’ll get the permit from the governor tonight-

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88e337.jpg Aqua Fire Flutter 88e337 Anonymous 2009/08/25(Tue)16:24 No. 1690 ID: 88e337 File 125124265519.jpg - (37.48KB , 576x432 , 2008_02_07_great_success.jpg ) >>1689 I see, several time I decided to translate a sentence in a way, then changed my mind and forget to review the entire phrase. Creating a embarring Borat effect.I corrected some shit sentence here and there, anyway the original writing is fuckin long (26 word pages currently) and still incomplete. I don't think I have the mental strenght to completely translate all this shit.