Choose the Imperial Guard. Choose duty. Choose honor. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking rechargable lasgun , choose Leman Russ tanks, Baneblades,
Commisars and Psykers. Choose the firing line, meat to the grinder, and low survival expectancy. Choose freezing in the cooling mud of a fresh artillery crater. Choose storming heavily fortified positions. Choose your
comrades in arms. Choose a uniform and standard issue arms. Choose a hardass sergeant who will make you wish you were dead while training you to survive.
Choose taking planets in the Emperor's name.
Choose grinding His enemies before you as your Baneblades and your Leman Russes batter them into oblivion. Choose
fading away at the end of it all, after a final desperate victory, giving your life for the glory of the empire.
Choose your future.
Choose the Imperial Guard.