"What's so unpleasant about being drunk?"
"You ask a glass of water."
Dr. Weir: Where we're going, we won't need eyes to see.
Captain Miller: What are you talking about?
Dr. Weir: I created the Event Horizon to reach the stars. But she's gone much, much farther than that. She tore a hole in our universe, a gateway to another dimension. A dimension of pure chaos... pure evil. When she crossed over, she was just a ship... but when she came back... she was alive. Look at her, Miller... isn't she beautiful?
Phillip: Do you want to talk about it?
Rodimus: So who broke the rule?
Brainstorm: Um... Good question.
Rocket: I know that.
Yondu: Were about to do seven hundred!
which direction we are going...
There's no knowing where we're rowing...
or which way the river's flowing...
Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing? ...
Not a speck of light is showing,
so the danger must be growing...
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
YES! The danger must be growing,
for the rowers... keep on rowing...
And they're certainly not showing...
ANY SIGN THAT THEY ARE SLOWING! RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHH!"
We are one with the Emperor, our souls are joined in his will.
Praise the Emperor whose sacrifice is life as ours is death.
Hail his name the Master of Mankind.
"The Captain calls down to prep the ship for warp expedition. At that time 12000 slaves who have never seen the outside of the work galley begins shoveling the dead bodies of the previous workers into massive furnaces along with whatever hard fuel sources they have in storage, like a brutal Mr. Fusion. A field of pure Psychic FUCK YOU is generated around the ship and the blinded mentally traumatized man inside a metal egg begins screaming unendingly as he charts a course through the Warp, which is basically a giant ocean of pure emotion in which Unnamed Ones lounge around and fuck with humanity by the luxury of simply existing. The ship then ploughs into the miasma of what you could call Hell if you lacked imagination. Pray to the Holy Throne the Astropath doesnt accidentally get you lost, become possessed by a Daemon or just explode like a mushy human pinata from the mental stress of being around so much pure CANNOT BE. If the void shields even flicker on the 8000 years old vessel (which no one actually understands completely how to work) Daemons made of RAPE and LEMON JUICE will crawl into our reality and do things you literally cannot imagine to every soul aboard. I mean that. The very notion of understanding the completeness of the horror the human victims will be witness to would shatter your perception of reality and cause your head to explode."
"Mission clock says they were only in the Warp for 5 days. It was 17 months for everyone onboard. They also missed their destination by a couple of solar systems and 8/10th of the crew is dead."
"The Captain turns to his bridge staff and pops the cork on a vintage stock of Jherrik Ale and salutes another successful Warp Jump."
"Welcome to 40K."