A Crimson Slaughter Overture
Upon the ravaged plains of sector, where twisted metal stretches to eternity, a death metal symphony of violence unfurls. The Slaughtered Few marches, a tide of savagebloodlust. Each step echoes with the rhythm of slaughter, a macabre celebration to their barbaric ideals. {Theirflags flap like the wings of nightmares, each bearing the {grimmark of