Hazing and the allure of chaos: Not all are blessed with the touch of beneficent Emperor. Where one rises, hundreds of others may have been forgotten by his grace. Worse of all they may even face persecution from those who they should call comrades. The 41st Millennium is awash in pain and suffering, much of it industrial, much of it on the battlefield. It is these small breaks out of the battle in which a Guardsmen has the time to recover. Yet, for some this may not even be the case. Long time veterans and higher ranked individuals make release their stress in a series of crude games played on the less fortunate. In other cases they will do such as a form of “Bonding” or as “Test of Loyalty”. For those organizing such things, it’s a way to blow off stress and test those below them. However there are those who may have far less tolerance for it then others and may be pushed to desperate acts. As such Chaos often times may not prey on the strong, tempting them to lend their power to another master, but rather tempt those at the bottom, with nothing left to lose. In many cases, it may be seen as their last and best way out of their current situation.
Имперцы: "хе-хе, глупые ксеносы попались в нашу ловушку"
Орки измазанные фиолетовой краской за каждым деревом: "хе-хе, хлупые дурачки попались в нашу ловушку"