Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150630204932/@comment-107.196.174.179-20150708024225

(Dang it, I started a conversation about 40k and wasn't around for it. 40k is the best thing in existance. This is a scientificly proven fact, and anyone who says otherwise is a filthy heretic who deserves nothing less than the emperor's clensing flame. Also, for anyone not in the know, sauron conjured a suit from dead space. I was just preemptively guarding against the group running into a swarm of the worst things to fight in a cramped hallway in the history of ever. And another refrence. Now, lets get back to boarding the space hulk...Shit, I mean ketch.)

Varrus walked along with the rest of the team silently, until they passed a heavily damaged fallen door whose lock was stuck in place. When the others deemed it inaccessable and prepared to move on, the titan spoke up.

"You're overthinking this. Watch."

The hulking guardian walked up to the door and looked it over for around half a minute. Just when the others were about to ask something along the lines of  "What are you doing?", Varrus abrutly drew his right fist back, and slammed it into a deep dent in the blast door. The armour, already weakened by whatever had crumpled it, gave way, sending the titan's void sheathed fist into its internal mechanisms. The titan then pressed his left hand and the side fo his helmet to the door, and felt around inside for a spesific part. With another sudden motion, he ripped his arm out of the hole, sending the half evaproated central locking mechanism skittering across the floor. The giant stood up, and with a grunt, grasped the door by the hole and another dent and lifted. With a earsplitting screech, and a shower of sparks, the heavy blast door ground upwards until it was suspended at the same level as Varrus's head. Looking back, the titan spoke again, with not a hint of strain in his voice.

"Well dont just stand there slack jawed waiting for something to take potshots at me! Get in there!"