stick out one's

One Punch Man scene with Guiliman and Abaddon

Rogue Trader Kazuma

Sister Miku

Sister Miku motivating a guardsman

Sister Miku surfing on a leek

Sister Miku swinging a giant leek at a heretic

Useless Living Saint Aqua

Ork Santa in red and going around really fast

Rockem sockem space marines

Sister Agnoris receiving fuel reservoir as birthday gift

Sister of Battle carrying molotov cocktail.

Small Sister and Small daemonette in a tussle

Space marine can't fit hand in pringles can.

Space marine figuring out a hockey stick

Space marine grocery shopping

Space marine on a kiddie ride

Space marine staying hydrated

Space marine using gretchin as a soccer ball.

St Celestine glaring at Yvraine

St Celestine reading Emperor doujin

Techmarine holding a bolt near a rhino

Techpriest dabbing along with his mechadendrite

"Если вы преувеличите некоторые аспекты используемой вами информации, ее будет легче запомнить..."

Иногда Stick Men выглядит круче многих боевиков.

Орден Павшей Веточки

Баллада о десяти маленькихъ неграхъ

"Баллада о десяти маленькихъ неграхъ" (перевод, "Огонёк", 1903, №50, стр. 399)

Десять негровъ пляшутъ: танецъ боекъ, живъ и лихъ.

Вдругъ одинъ убился на смерть: - стало девять ихъ.

Девять негровъ на охотѣ кличутъ: «Звѣря просимъ!»

Застрѣлился чернолицiй: стало ихъ лишь восемь.

Восемь негровъ вѣчно вмѣстѣ. Будь то в светъ иль темь.

Но повѣсился товарищъ: - ихъ осталось семь.

Со семью путемъ-дорогой ведьма повстрѣчалась.

Увлекла въ мешок негренка: только шесть осталось.

Шесть на брань рѣшили твердо смѣха не мѣнять;

Отъ припадка умеръ черный; стало только пять.

Впятеромъ взялись за пиво, выпили не мало.

Напился одинъ до смерти; ихъ четыре стало.

Вчетверомъ варили кашу… «Горячей свари!»

Глупый съелъ ее горячей… умеръ… стало три.

Трое въ путь собрались… Шумно… громкiя слова…

Одного спалило солнце: стало ихъ лишь два.

И вдвоемъ они рыдали… Горе-властелинъ!

Одного убила скорбь, остался лишь одинъ.

Но последнiй негръ женился… Черная любовь…

Мало времени прошло и стало десять вновь.

Commissar holding back Krieg guardsman from charging.

Cultist running away from a Primaris Marine.

Not Inquisitor checking out Emperor doujin

Not-Inquisitor holding a 'no lewd' sign

Ogryn protecting injured Sister

Pogo stick ork

Ratling Sniper teaching her ogryn spotter how to play cards

Rogal Dorn vs Perturabo pillow fort fight

Seraphim eating toast.

Sister of Battle wearing Converse all star

Sister of Silence and a lamb

Sister of Silence explaining the battle plan through interpretive dance

Sleeveless Sister showing off her biceps

Sly Marbo behind a tree.

Space marine in sharp business suit

Space Marine playing children's card game

A commissar who misses his dad

Space Marine playing ping pong

Sly Marbo gargling mouthwash 

Their Stories

"Hey young man. This is not the closest way to the Bulgewater County. You better choose the west road of the Wisteria Crossroad."
"Oh look at this thick skin. Everybody's waiting for their turn and now you want to get buried in such nice place far far away?
Hey, you better go to my grave plot. It's much closer and so beautifu..."
"I heard your goddamned hometown story for hundreds of times that my ossicles almost worn out, ma'am.
Why don't we just shut up for this painful journey? You can have some talks with the devils after burial."
"Your sister's pelvis was so huge that even three baby skulls could go through the hole."
"That bastard is talking shit again. I heard he was mental and still barking like a dog even after brain fluid dried out."
"My jaw! Where is my jaw! I can't eat without my jaw!"
"His jaw was gone sucking dragon dick."
"This rude boy is ignoring me again! I told you Bulgewater County is not this way..."

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They Talk Too Much

"I told you not to go this way."
"Hey lad. Your fighting stance is awkward as hell."
"Your mama's tit was so huge that her ribs were bent."
"He's so nice as always. Drop me off here."
"We're dead! We're all dead. All because of that stupid gravekeeper!"
"Where is my jaw?"
"When I was young, I found no monsters as ugly as this one."

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They Still Talk

"Amazing, lad! Transforming our remains into spirit form, what a magic!"
"If I didn't know you, i would have thought that you were trying to kill us all! I know this sort of sorcery, and they use this spell to destroy the undeads."
"Your mama's spine is so bent that you can use it in math class as protractor."
"Good to be together as always. It's hard to find nice lad like this fellow these days."
"Where is my jaw? I can't find my jaw!"
"Huh! You call this a magic! Back in my days..."
"Hey young man, do you even hear me?"

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Take Them Please

"Mortal. I ask you to yield one of those heads."
"I can't."
"You cherish life of the deads more than yours? How touching."
"No really. I can't."

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Put Your Hand on My Shoulder

"Hey young lad. You're just passing by that poor giant's body and you call yourself a gravekeeper?"
"Knock it off you bloody dotard."
"Haha! We heard you talking back to our word! Today's a special day!"

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The Protectors

I hear dead people.
And they never fxxking shut up.

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Dead Men Tell A Lot of Tales

"That's a mighty fine necromancy, summoning the dead severed arm!"
"And he didn't raise us from dead with such skill."
"Where is my jaw."
"If we knew he could do that we would've never apologized him."
"I mean, it's pretty absurd to blame us for dragging monster's attention by our chatter. It's monster that cut off his arm, not us."

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Manga Style Necromancy

"Fight with me."
"Wait, we never agreed that."
"I will never forget you."
"I said we never agreed that."
"SOUL CRUSHER."
"You motherf-."

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"Your Move, Old Man."

"Look at that ruddy bastard grabbing old man's head."
"Where is my jaw."
"Back in my days, even rudest of all showed respect to the elders.
Kids these days ignore the aged men and their wisdom.
Back in my days, no one would've allowed this to happen.
The kings had to get off their horse to salute me on the road."
"When yer mom rolled on the pen with the pigs."
"Where is my fxxking jaw, you bloody ruffians."

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Necro-man

Even though the sword is broken dead, I can call its soul back.
Arm is the most basic type of shield.
My revived arm will be a shield.
This is my necromancy.

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Starved Pistol of Diliworth

Starved Pistol of Diliworth.
One of the haunted relics made by infamous weapon inventor Godin Elwiv of Eldrian two centuries ago.
The soul of people who were killed by him is stored inside.
Danger Rank High. Never touch.
P.S. My dear pupil who never ever read nor listen to my words.
I leave this postscript for I thought you would've ignore that warning.
At least don't fire this pistol twice.
The chance of it taking user's soul increases geometrically on the second fire.

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Hellblade

"Old man. Sword."
"Arfwgerraworf"

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You Must Fly

"Damn, I'm terribly sorry lady.
This is what my necromancy do.
Look at my arm. Revived in strange form of my true nature.
I guess your soul looks like a fish, swimming freely in the air.
At least you can fly instead of having normal leg oh what the hell am I talking about. I'm really...
Oh... Uh... I guess you like it.
Thank you."

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One is Gone

My masters, all six of them, told me not to talk to the deads.
The deads never come back to life. That's undeniable truth. The truth that people left behind want to deny so much.
The soul of the dead leaves this world over the curtain of our realm forever.
What we call ghost is just an embodiment of remaining thought, emotion, or memory of the deads.
That's why they cannot talk normally, always want though need nothing, and stick to something obstinately.
It is difficult to remove them peacefully unless you follow certain rules and process originated from the deceased.
The deads are not the ones you knew.
Now I can understand why they taught me that over and over again.
It is obvious how I'll react to the false hallucination of my masters when they pass away.