Spores of Madness

Spores of Madness
Black skull on a white field over three black goblets(Yet to be drawn)
Battle Cry	Plague and Plunder me Hearties!
Number	Unknown
Founding	40th Millennium Founding
Successors of	White Scars
Successor Chapters	None
Primarch	Jaghatai Khan
Homeworld	Fleet based
Strength	About a Companies worth of marines(100?)
Specialty	Drop pod Assaults/Boarding action
Allegiance	Chaos: Nurgle

Fucking demon space pirates. It's like everything, but better.

Another example of fa/tg/uys messing with creation tables, the Spores of Madness are a Chaos Warband that enjoys space sea shanties, plague grog, and spreading the gifts of Papa Nurgle.

The Spores of Madness

The Spores of Madness are an interesting bunch of loonies to say the least. By now, their original chapter name has been forgotten or simply removed from the Administratum records, and if you asked one of them to tell you they'd probably spit and tell you it's "Bad luck, mate", before promptly disemboweling and/or infecting you with some awful combination of Warp Scurvy and Space AIDS.

Created in the 40th millennium from the gene seed of the White Scars, the Spores of Madness' loyalist streak didn't last long. But a scant few decades after their founding, a horrible flaw (yet unspecified) was discovered in their gene seed, a mutation so vile that the Inquisition was immediately dispatched to purge the unclean chapter. The force did its job... well, most of it, at least. They managed to destroy 90% of the chapter (including their Chapter Master). By the end of it, only the first company was left, holed up in their fortress monastery. When the Inquisitors came a'calling, the Spores answered. Rather than remaining in their fortress, the first company boarded their ships, and took the fight to their new enemies. Opening with quite a few daring boarding actions, not only did they escape, but stole several of the attacking ships while they were at it.

It is unknown how or when this first company came under the influence of good old Nurgle or how they came to their current hunting grounds in the Ghoul stars, all that is known is that these fanatics care about looting and thieving nearly as much as Papa Nurgle.

Notable Incidents

Siege of Hadrofax: Raiding action against the Hadrofax Drift Station is cut off from the Warp by an approaching Tyranid force. After three weeks of repelling Tyranid vanguard forces, techmarines and Sorcerers manage to send the entire station and surrounding space directly into the Warp.

The Corruption of Valeten IX: Spores of Madness operatives corrupt the few human overseers of the largely automated agri-world Valeten IX. Widespread simultaneous introduction of infectious agents sees an entire years worth of output as vector for mundane and warp-tainted illness before detection. Widespread ramifications include induced famines across nine systems, the halt of the Rovonus sector expansion, and the collapse of the Atrion Purging resulting the demotion to chaos spawn of chapter master Zyrus of the renegade Steel Devourers SM chapter.

The Cywren Incident: Faulty intelligence sees six Spores of Madness ships raid the minor Craftworld Cyrwren only to be caught unaware by the Path of the Warrior dominated craftworld. A complete rout, the superior firepower and craftworld-specific Flaming Winds Aspect Warriors sees the loss of over a dozen Marines, thousands of cultists, and the destruction of the vessels Hellspite, Bloody Throne, and Vitae Tenebrous.

Ekraor: Spores of Madness vessels deployed three decommissioned drop pods on the mostly uninhabited pleasure world of Ekraor. An outbreak of Nurgle's Rot among the royalty of Shandus led the Inquisition to discover a daemonic infestation hiding in the remote and untouched wilderness of the planet. Inducing an extinction level event through orbital bombardment, the planet was quarantined and handed over to the Ordos Malleus for study.

A note on Drop pods

Aside from the ship to ship boarding actions the Spores Have become acustomed to, they have another style of war when dealing with worlds, space stations, or particularly large ships like Craftworlds and space hulks. It involves Drop Pods, which in and of itself seems like pretty standard Space Marine procedure aye? WELL, the Spores aren't all for them regular or 'sane' tactics, so they decided to... improve on their drop pods design.

How you ask? Well that's simple really, what would any intelligent, sane and rational person do? No I'm seriously asking because whatever the answer to that question is, the Spores did the EXACT opposite. They decided to do something no-one else had tried yet, and rounded up some Daemons and shoved them into their drop pods. No, not they drop Daemons in drop pods the Daemons ARE the drop pods. The warpsmiths and Hereteks of the warband turned their many drop pods into Daemon engines, how does this improve them you may ask? Well, for one, they can move after landing now, as part of the process of shoving Nurgle Daemons into drop pods seemed to the big metal pods grow some big, plauge ridden, thick spidery legs for locomotion. It also gave them an appetite... they eat people. The Daemons LITERALLY pick up Guardsmen, cultists, marines who aren't Spores and generally anything they feel hungry for at the time. They absorb these poor bastards mind, body and soul.

This also means that Marines who drop in them don't hang out there too long, and those that have are still sitting in there. More than a few fanatical marines upon learning anyone who remained in the pods too long would forever become a part of them, basically sat in there until they were absorbed. Now, their rotting, petrified, still smiling and armored corpses are permanently enthroned in whatever seat they took, and serve a similar purpose to the pilot crew of a Helldrake, assisting with firing the Drop pods few weapons, keeping the Daemon on task and most importantly making sure they don't eat any of the Spores who don't stay in them too long.

Being filled with Nurgle Daemons, these pods are also basically hotboxes for whatever awful diseases Grand Papa Nurgle can cook up. Sometimes the Spores don't even deploy in them, just firing the pods at a planet or ship and letting the diseases and walking murder machines do their jobs for them, often with a rather scary amount of effeciency. It is these unique engines of death and destruction(along with the Spores intense hatred of the Inquisiton and surviving a purge) that put them in the good graces of Failbaddon the Harmless. Well that, and the fact Captain Boil Beard thinks Abby is one of the best Nurgle worshippers around as he has done NOTHING in 10,000 years but maintain the staus quo.

Notable Members

Captain Boil Beard

'Captain' Boil Beard is the Chaos Champion and leader of the Spores of Madness. He has lead the Piratical Warband for nearly two Millenia, ever since shortly after their escape from the Imperial Inquisition. Originally Veteran Sergeant Florent Yierik, he was one of the 8 or so Veteran Sergeants who survived the flight from their fortress monastery. Originally, the renegade Sergeants worked together in a sort of council following the death of the First company captain in the escape. Together they decided the nearest area of the galaxy where they could hide was within the confines of the Ghoul Stars.

About a decade into their voyage, Florent began to feel the ever present fear of his own mortality, confronting the fact that like the rest of his chapter he may soon face death. These thoughts haunted the veteran for a long stretch throughtout the Ghoul Stars, until a voice gave him a way out. It may be Florrent had latent psyker abilities awakened by the proximity of the supernatural xenos within the Ghoul Stars, or perhaps he was just lucky, either way he heard a kind and fatherly voice in his dreams telling him the true secret to everlasting life, everlasting stagnancy. Florent took these lessons to heart, and followed the directions of his new, and mysterious patron.

It revealed to him that one of the ships captured from the inquisiton in their flight carried a very rare and unique payload, virus bombs. With his own squad as his first followers, Florent secretly moved over half the payload onto the Company's Battle Barge, and spreading his new teachings to others in the company, even a few of the other sergeants. In the end, the new faithful and those who would not heed him were gathered together, ostensibly to celebrate their survival as a company. At this gathering, with all in attendance, Florent unleashed the virus bombs.

It was found that those that had resisted him, and held to their own beleiefs, were killed by the voracious plauge within the bombs as it rotted through their armor and flesh, destroying them utterly. But, Florent and his faithful, a full two thirds of the company, did not die. Instead, the symptoms of the plauge did not kill them, but only strengthened them. As the smoke cleared, Florent took for himself a new name, and christened his new warband 'The Spores of Madness', and the rest is history.

He raided and pillaged and plauged the Ghoul stars and other nearby sectors, becoming a major threat to the Death Spectres and their mission.

Recently, Captain Boil Beard has gone through a drastic few changes in his faith. After the false and incomplete information and augurys that lead to the Cywren incident, he lost faith in his Sorcerer's abilities to predict future events. He became obsessed with divination, future telling, any way to gain an informational edge. And so it was that when he came across the Belle Dame he believed Papa Nurgle had sent him an answer. Trusting in her womb far more than his sorcerer's, Captain Boil Beard has a strange and some would say... unhealthy infatuation with the Belle Dame. Thoug he still revels with his mates and plunders with his crew it has become a normal occurence to find him in the Belle Dame's chamber speaking with her, praying before her, and sometimes simply staring into her ever changing womb, watching the currents and edies within. He believes that one day, some year soon, the Belle Dame will give birth, birth to the one true son of Nurgle. It is his belief that Papa Nurgle has deemed him worthy to protect and raise his son, a prospect that excites the Captain to no end. Though unlike several other Spores he has never seen the child, he claims it is a test of his devotion to the Belle Dame and Papa Nurgle.

Ol' Ironsides

Imagine if you took Bjorn the Fell-handed, made him stop pretending to be senile (as in actually senile), turned the crazy up to 11, and stuck him in a boat with a bunch of rotting space pirates. Welcome to Ol' Ironsides. This mad bastard consistently forgets things, blasts sea shanties through speakers that would make the Noise Marines weep, and does something he likes to call a "rot keg," in which he screams at the lesser hands on the ship to fill his sarcophagus with plague grog.

When they don't he just continues screaming, ranting about how he should feed them to the drop pods. He usually does.

Arkus Name-Taker

If you're one of those guys in the 40k universe that deals in the market of men, you're probably one of Arkus Name-Taker's customers.

Sorcerer captain of the blockade runner Bonnie Whore's Kisses, Arkus Name-Taker is one of the most prolific slavers in the galaxy. Most notable was his enslavement of the entirety of the noble children of Delcitus Maxim and their replacement with nurglings, an action that led to the formation of the Delcitus Crusade Fleet and the blood vendetta of it's commander, Commodore Tabeatha Haddaway Ngatha.

A preening, egotistical man, Captain Name-Taker surrounds himself with a cadre of slaves who endlessly polish, paint, and replace his armor as it succumbs to Nurgle's designs. Preferring his ship to be crewed with psykers, Name-Taker's mancatcher squads have been known to fill their slave cages by compelling the weak of mind to walk into their servitude.

He's probably the cleanest follower of Nurgle. Ever.

Bolg'Shav

One of the oldest members of the Spores of Madness, the marine now known as Bolg'Shav is one of the Possessed, willingly having is mind obliterated and surrendering his body to the control of a daemon of Nurgle. His terminator armor now living amalgamation of insect and fungi, he ambushes his enemies by teleporting in their midst while lashing out with claws that can age flesh and steel to dust and fangs that infect his victims with fungal growth that bypasses their nervous system and slaves their bodies to Bolg'Shav's commands.

Tektus The Dense

Tektus the Dense is a feared but still respected leader over his six man bike squad "The Vile Riders". Besides being efficient on the battlefield, they are also tasked with either stealing something quickly, or delivering dangerous cargo for the Captain.

Contrary to popular belief, Tektus is not called "the Dense" because he's stupid. Actually, compared to the other Spores of Madness, he's pretty damn brilliant. However, his body is absolutely wracked with tumors that have burst his armor asunder and added a half a foot to his flesh. On top of that, the collective mass of fucked up cells makes him weigh a half ton unarmored. It's like Deadpool, but more vomit inducing.

Ol' Ironsides got pissed at him once and tried to throw him into the Warp.

It didn't work.

The Belle Dame

When the Spores of Madness sacked the stellar wind-swept planet of Robartes and its great subterranean cities, they discovered a lone tower standing in the inhospitable desert of the surface. Standing more than a kilometer in height, the thin, gleaming spire appeared in no records. The Spores of Madness found only a solitary woman chained in the room at the top of the spire, unguarded. Appearing heavily pregnant, the Spores of Madness took the seven chains binding her as a good omen and brought her back to their ship unmolested.

Ostensibly an anemic, listless human woman of indeterminate age with a full term pregnancy, the Belle Dame's humanity is undermined by not only her great height, standing taller than all but a handful of Space Marines, but also her absolute refusal to eat. Most curious is the fact that her abdomen, swollen with child, is nearly transparent, with ribs and organs visible. Her womb appears as a swirling mass of contrasting liquids, with many of the Spores believing that the future can be divined from interpreting the patterns formed by the currents and eddies. A few of the Spores claim to have seen the child she is carrying, but, when pressed, the details given are vague. However, all who have seen the child describe it as giving them an unsettling sense of familiarity.

Most of the Marines see her as legitimate, or at the very least equal to the augury of the Sorcerers. The cultists, who rarely interact with her, have far more mixed reactions, ranging from outright worship as a kind of holy figure to believing she's a deceiver, come to lead them astray from the path of Papa Nurgle. The cultists do not express these distasteful opinions to the Captain.

Because of the Cyrwyn Incident, Captain Boil Beard has lost more and more faith in his sorcerers, and has become more and more obsessive and superstitious over fortune telling and divination, meaning he has developed an infatuation with the Belle Dame. He has taken two of his most trusted Plague Marines and designated them as her "Pale Guard." They guard her night and day without rest.

Captain Boil Beard keeps her close, in her own private chamber on the Pieces of Eight. Whenever she is seen on the vessel, she is usually accompanied by Boil Beard and her Pale Guard.

"The Magos"

"Excuse me, Magos, I was overlooking the schematics you sent me and I'm confused. This is some sort of artillery cannon with an articulated barrel, correct?"

"Correct."

"Won't this explode violently when fired?

"Yes."

"If you don't mind me asking, why?"

"Because the coxswain of the Ark Defilement got his right leg blown off and wanted a cannon for its replacement."

"But to mount this thing would require removing his other leg, pelvis, and most of his lower abdomen and the recoil from firing the cannon would wrench it free from any anchoring."

"Yes."

"Did you tell him that would happen?"

"No."

"Sir, with all due respect..."

"I had dreams once. Simple, easy dreams of respect, authority, and beautiful women retaining at least 43% of their flesh. And now, now I get to make artillery cannons into legs for drunken oafs. Every day I wake up, point a plasma torch at my brain case, and flip a coin. It will be my lucky day one of these days, but until then, I need a 155mm cannon, a cutting torch, and a door hinge."

"The Magos" is a bitter, unpleasant man shackled by his freedom through loyalty owed to the Spores of Madness. What little enjoyment that seeps through his ahedonia comes from watching their failures and his passive-aggressive lashing out.

He is at the head of the Dark Mechanicus contingent (those that bent the knee to the Spores and newcomers).

None of the Spores of Madness have ever bothered to learn his name.

Lesser Members

Bloaterbud

Hate, joy, sadness, love and.....nothing. That is what the chaos spawn Bloaterbud felt when it was roaming the empty corridors in one of many forgotten decks onboard the Traitor Battleship Crimson Shell.

Every once in a while a slave have tried to escape its masters and fallen victim to Bloaterbuds many mouths and claws. Bloaterbud felt...something when it feasted upon the scrawny slaves...but it didn't care.

After many years Bloaterbud could hear voices and footsteps. They didn't sound like slaves, so Bloaterbud hid. As he watched with his many eyes and eyestalks a trio of armour clad giants that ceared out rubble and forced many doors open. When seeing this Bloaterbud had an....idea...something it hasn't had in a long time; "Maybe some of them will die, then I could feast!"

With the idea in Bloaterbud soon found himself in pursuit of the giants. And after many twists and turns it finnaly found them. But they where all looking at Bloaterbud, and not the other way around.

Bloaterbud was prepared to run, but stopped when one of the giants yelled out: "OUR GREAT FATHER HAS GIVEN US A GIFT. A SPAWN TO SEND OUT INTO BATTLE!"

And thus, began a new chapter in the (un)fortunate life of Bloaterbud.

Bloaterbud is a Chaos Spawn. At some undetermined time, the Spores of Madness found and took him as a gift from Papa Nurgle.

Brother Jacobin

"Brother Jacobin stood at the edge of the small stage and bowed his head in quiet reflection for a moment as his servants finished handing out bread to the gathering crowd, his speech reciting itself in his head. The damp, dank air of the underhive smelling cloyingly acrid and sweet as it stung his lungs, sending him momentarily into a memory of his childhood and the harsh incense of the temple. He surveyed the crowd, less than a hundred souls, all standing apart and wary of cutpurses; sticking around mostly out of a base politeness or the hope for more food than any actual interest. Prophets, rabblerousers, and agitators were more common than rats in the underhives, and Jacobin knew he was but another rodent scurrying in the dark. He didn't wear his armor when making speeches, at best it made his audience fearful, at worst, in a land where life was meaningless and violence cheap, it made his audience think he was fearful. So he stood there, loosely clothed with his shirt open so that the audience might find him relatable to their own tumors and wounds, and his feet bare. He didn't know why going barefoot seemed to make people more apt to believe what he was saying, but he wasn't going to quibble over results. His servants had finished their barking and it was time for his speech. The crowd murmured as he stepped out and he smiled inwardly as some pointed to his bare feet. And there, on a rotting stage, on a rotten street, in front of a rotting crowd, Brother Jacobin opened his mouth and sang the praises of decay."

Brother Jacobin is the Dark Apostle who interacts the most with the cultists. A priest of sorts, he preaches the word of Nurgle to the rotting, diseased masses who follow him.

"All have their place in Nurgle's garden, to tend, to grow, to cultivate, to harvest, and to cull. What role one plays might change many times in one's life and what is desired is rarely what comes to be. " - Brother Jacobin

Brother Jacobin doesn't see any difference between interpreting the Belle Dame's womb or interpreting a slave's entrails. However, he is less than ecstatic about the trouble she's caused in the varying cultist beliefs due to how difficult it has made his life.

On a personal level, Jacobin thinks the Belle Dame is a bore, and rather dim-witted.

Markus Mordecai

Markus Mordecai is an enforcer for the many groups of cultists that serve under Captain Boil Beard. Once, he was a man of pride and respect as an Arbite in the Hive Radatoon on the planet Knasta. However, after seeing how corrupt the Adeptus Arbites on Knasta were, he began to look for a way to crush them all.

His wishes came into being when the Spores of Madness invaded the planet. With his knowledge from being an Arbite, he quickly rallied a hoard of cultists from the lower hive. When the battle was done, he and the surviving cultists found themselves aboard the "Pieces of Eight". And through wits, skills and a few bullets into a few people's heads, he became an enforcer for what he likes to call "The Boil's Bravest".

[Insert Fleet Name Here]

Pieces of Eight

The flagship of the fleet of the Spores of Madness, this hulking Battle Barge is going to be replaced as flagship once The Tumor is complete.

Ark Defilement

+++DISTRESS CALL FROM ADEPTUS MECHANICUS FACTORY VESSEL [#731/B9]+++

"This is techpriest Reduktus Bata, calling out to any Imperial or Mechanicus ships in this sector, by the machine god, even Xenos would do! We are under attack, I repeat, we are under attack. We have a 90% chance of the attackers being heretics and traitors. They ambushed us when our ship entered the Gorvium system to collect ores from the asteroid belt. Clever bastards, they hid in the outer layer of a gas giant."

"Before we knew it, our frigates were blown to smithereens and our ship was boarded. As far as I know I am the only surviving Magos in this section. Please send assistance!"

"By the Omnissiah, they are melting the bulkhead! Please, send hel-"

+++END OF DISTRESS CALL+++

The stolen factory ship known as Ark Defilement is barren. Kind of. Its halls are wandered by the crew, Heretechs who bent the knee to Nurgle, and "The Magos". The rest of the population of the factory ship consists of a horrible amalgamation of Nurgle hive mind and unwilling techpriests fused to the goddamn walls. The poor bastards were taken and fused into the horrid ship, and now all they can do is rot and make arms and ammo.

"The Magos" and his personal little retinue were linked to a separate hive mind, and now maintain the gear of the Warband. This includes first mate Ironsides.

The Think Tank

Deep inside the Ark Defilement is an area called "the think tank". Do not confuse this area with a place for research. Its purpose is much darker than that.

In that room are rows upon rows of vat tanks that have one single use: to grow experimental cultists and dark servitors for the fleet. The think tank's overseer is a former Magos Biologis called Erodas Vea. He managed to escape the forge world he was conducting his experiments on when the Techpriests found out about his "studies".

So far none of the clones have been able to be a fully capable and thinking human. The things that have come out have always been lifeless and soulless humans. However, following an accident involving a mug of Ol' Ironsides' brew and a exposed vat tank, some sort of cognitive motion has developed in the clones.

At the present date, the once sterile and clean vat tanks are now filthy, and the water that the clones now grow in has turned into a green and black sludge.

Both Erodas and Boil Beard are interested in what will come of the new batch of clones.

Oozing Wound

The Oozing Wound is a ship in orbit around a green sun. No one knows what happened to the crew, and those that try to explore it don't return. For many Imperials in the nearby region, it is considered bad luck to use the star when traveling in the Warp

The Rabhas

If one was to examine the Spores of Maddness when the fleet is at rest the the Rabhas would be slightly to one side, not far enough away to be separate, but enough for it to be clearly apart from the others. This is because while the vast majority of the Spores praise Nurgle alone the crew of the Rabhas worship Khorne just as much as Nurgle. Though this technically makes them undivided it's clear where the vast majority of there praise goes and as such there deviance is tolerated by Boil Beard since Khorne and Nurgle don't hate each other to the degree Nurgle does Tzeentch. Due to there joint Loyalties the crew of the Rabhas are infected a disease Nurgle created as 'joint project' with Khorne during a rare time when the gods where working in joint purpose, a sickness that among the infected cause great rage, fury, pain resistant and, oddly a fear of water which the crew of the Rabhas get around by drinking enough grog to drown a Hive World. Another reason Boil Beard allows the split loyalties of the Rabhas is that enemy's who expect the slow and methodical advance of Nurgle forces can frequently be thrown off guard by a charge of berzerkers firing plasma pistols and swinging power cutlass's.

Allies with the Spores of Madness

Failbaddon the Harmless

Abbadon, also known as Abaddon the Armless, Failbaddon the Armless, or Failbaddon the Harmless,

Klobb'ead da Freeboota

Klobb'ead is an Ork freeboota that the Spores of Madness came in contact with when they where chasing down a convoy of imperial supply ships. Klobb'ead's battle krooza had by chance stumbled upon the convoy and the spores of madness by pure chance just as the Spores had began to board and pillage the ships. Naturally, for being Orks they opend fire with every shoota, lobba and launcha they had. And almost every shot missed, mainly because the boys manning the guns didn't really aim, they just liked the sound the guns made in space (Ork logic, don't question it). Klobb'ead, being a very kunnin Ork looked at the imperial ships, and "da smelly 'umies" ships and had an idea. He smacked the closest Mekboy to open a channul so they could speak with "da biggest and da strongest".

And while the Spores of madness could easily destory the krooza they still needed time to haul and unram/dock thier ships. When Boil Beard answers the call via a pict network link the two captains saw each other face to face. Klobb'ead was amused to see another "almost orky" captain. He was probably referring to Boil's green, vile and infested beard and face. After a brief conversation Klobb'ead and Boilbeard came to an agreement so that both sides wouldn't lose anything. The Orks could take the ships so they can "Make em Orkier and make Klobb'ead stronger" and the Spores would get the cargo they where after.

It happens from time to time that the two fleets come across with eachother, sometimes they ask the ork to "soften" up a planet's defenses in exchange for all they loot they can carry from the planet. Boil Beard and Klobb'ead has a very, peculiar friendship

Enemies of the Spores of Madness

Inquisitor Spotswood

Inquisitor Spotswood, Archibald Endecott Spotswood, or "A RIGHT PRICK," is one of the most prominent foes of the Spores of Madness.

Archibald is a thin, older man who looks to be in his late 60s. He is bald except for a ring of white hair going from ear to ear, and his eyes are replaced by cybernetics.

He is an absolute douchebag.

Seriously, even for Inquisitors he's a douchebag.

Spotswood demands immediate obedience to his authority and throws his rosette around like it's a credit card.

He is insanely distrusting. Rather than a standard retinue, he's always flanked by a attache of mindscrubbed Inquisition stormtroopers bearing his custom uniform and insignia.

Commodore Tabeatha Haddaway Ngatha

Commodore Tabeatha Haddaway Ngatha has proven to be an infected, and not the good kind, thorn in the side of the Spores of Madness ever since Arkus Name-Taker enslaved the noble children of Delcitus Maxim, including her younger sister. For this act the Commodore has chased the Spores across the Ghoul stars and has proven to be quite effective in hunting down other pirates almost as a byproduct. Compounding her dogged persistence the Commodore has proven to be a one of the greatest tactical naval commanders in the history of the Imperium simply because she unlike that vast majority of commanders except maybe the Tau Air cast, can think in three dimension. Even those captains who spend there whole life on a ship the artifact gravity and layout of the halls accommodates a 2 dimensional view of the world, while for what ever reason she does not and is able to attack the Spores from six directions at once giving even the former marines a run for there money, if she can keep them from boarding.

External Links

• Origin Thread:

http://boards.4chan.org/tg/thread/45234434#p45306984

• second thread:

http://boards.4chan.org/tg/thread/45314880#p45321984