Long book, but I don't think it needs a particularly long analysis.

Second to last update! It's almost hard to believe, at this point.

In the gloomy murk of the era thirty-eight thousand years hence, there are so many damned memes.

I've used up all my jokey intro ideas at this point.

Somehow, there's still four and a half hours of this.

Getting close to the end.

That's not how fire works.

I forgot how hilariously dissonant Mark Elsob's voice is with this story. Just hearing that posh, erudite voice reading the chapter title got me chuckling.

We're almost halfway through Warhammer: Fury Road. Almost halfway. Almost. Have I asked why this book is so long yet? I feel like I might have at some point.

Nemo is getting careless.

Warham! Battlebacon! Fightpork!

That chapter was...something, alright. I don't know if it's something good, per se, but something certainly.

It occurs to me that naming a planet "Necromunda" is basically just asking the necrons to land there and start hanging up new curtains and wallpaper. Maybe that's actually a ploy; trick the necrons into conquering this shithole of a planet, and then point and laugh as they try to run it.

It's been long enough. Let's start another little streak of Khal Drogo and the Fugitive of Necromunda!

It's time for more grimness, more darkness, and another thirty-eight thousand years.

I’m actually doing this.