From the moment I understood the weakness of Warhammer, it disgusted me. 

I craved the strength and certainty of the LEGO and Green Army Men. 

I aspired to the purity of the ART WORLD. 

Your kind cling to your Warhammer, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude company you call Games Workshop will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. 

But I am already saved, for plastic toys are immortal… 

Even in death I serve ART.