It’s been a rum old morning at the Imperium. The Assassin awoke to find one lady fewer than he expected in his bed. Unbeknownst to him the Astronaut had already come across the aforementioned missing companion - who’s neck appeared to have been snapped the evening before in the throws of passion. Wishing for her earthly remains to be dealt with, with some modicum of respect he disposed of the poor girl…in the supply closet, clearing room for her by removing massive amounts of toilet rolls, which he now carries with him, looking for a new home. The Exile, meanwhile, has detected an invading extra dimensional entity - the Lovecraftian Gloon, but before anything can be done about it the entity inhabits the envoy, throwing the exile and the agent into a frenzy of strange, otherworldly lusts…
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