http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_KClpLzFftU

"There's got to be a morning after..."

The lyrics of the song echoed in Rageman's mind. The acedemics of the Administratum called the device a "record player", and Age of Terra machine used for playing music on vinyl disks. The warriors of the Angry Marines used such devices to instill the nessecary rage and hatred required for them to function. Because nothing drives a marine into hostility than cheesy. crappy love songs.

Rageman had been a good Angry Marine, and he truly florished in his role as an Assault Marine, but when the time came to select recruits for the Deathwatch, they all thought it would be funny to send Rageman. To him, this wasn't so funny. But here he was, listening to his record and getting angry. He had gotten so angry, in fact, that he hadn't noticed the Valkyrie he was riding in had crashed into the ground.

"I thought I heard something, but I thought it was my FUCKING STOMACH!" Rageman said out loud to no one in particular.

He climbed out of the wreck and was fired upon. The sound was unmistakable. Only Ork Shootas could sound like an engine on the verge of breaking down. All this did, however was make Rageman more FUCKING ANGRY. He reached for his folding chair and ran at the directions the shots were coming from. He shouted, "ALWAYS ANGRY, ALL THE TIME!"