@@geaskadosh This is an excerpt from the Shield of Baal novel Deathstorm The carnifex continued on, lumbering through the smoke of the warrior’s passing. Its bio-cannon swung about, vomiting more strangling thorns across the plaza, and its scything talons swung out in deadly arcs, sending Death Company berserkers crashing to the ground in clouds of blood and entrails, their power armour cracked open and their torment ended. It spat plasma, incinerating anything that dared stay its progress. And when none of those weapons sufficed, it simply crashed through the opposition, be it a living warrior or an unfeeling statue. It was unstoppable, and it was heading right for Karlaen and the others. As one, the Terminators fired. The carnifex shrugged off the explosive shells and continued to bull forwards. It would not stop, Karlaen knew, until it was dead, or until something even bigger decided to get in its way. Nevertheless, he continued to fire, his targeting array trying to find some weak point in its carapace. The ground shook beneath his feet as the carnifex closed in. Joses readied himself to meet it, his face split by a wide, feral grin. Karlaen could smell the incipient blood-lust in the other Blood Angel’s sweat, and see it building in his eyes. He hesitated, wondering if he should order the sergeant to step back. Would that stop him? Would he listen? Or was he already too far gone? Before the question could be answered, something black smashed into the charging carnifex from the side and sent it slewing through a column. The carnifex rolled to its feet in a cloud of dust, but its attacker was on it before it could move. Metal talons, each as long as a sword blade, flashed out, carving bloody tracks in the carnifex’s flesh. The alien reared back, screaming in rage. Its cry was answered by its opponent. ‘Come, traitor. Come to Cassor. Come and fight, come and die, but come all the same,’ the vox-speakers mounted in the Dreadnought’s hull crackled. ‘Come and meet thy doom, dogs of abomination. Come and feel the angel’s wrath, curs of Angron. Come screaming or in silence, but come so that Cassor might lay thy hearts at Sanguinius’s feet. The walls of the Palace stand, the Eternity Gate remains barred and Cassor will break thy crooked spines across his knee.’ The Dreadnought, hull painted black and daubed in red, set itself as the carnifex charged towards it. The talons mounted on the ends of the piston-like arms rotated and flexed. Then one rose, revealing a storm bolter mounted beneath the claw. The storm bolter spat, and the carnifex shuddered as its already abused flesh received new punishment. It crashed into the Dreadnought and drove it back into a statue. The Dreadnought shrugged off the blow and rammed itself into the carnifex’s gut, lifting the beast into the air momentarily before smashing it down onto the ground. ‘By the wings of the Angel, it’s Cassor,’ Alphaeus breathed as he watched the battle unfold before them. Karlaen did not ask him how he recognised the Dreadnought, for there was only one Cassor. Cassor the Chained, Cassor the Mad, Cassor the Damned - whatever name he was known by, he had been one of the greatest warriors ever produced by the Blood Angels, even before he had been interred in a Dreadnought sarcophagus, to rise and fight again after his death on some far-flung battlefield. He was also a warning, a testament to the dark truth that even the dead were not truly safe from the curse which afflicted the Sons of Sanguinius. For almost three centuries after his death, Cassor had served the Blood Angels from the war machine’s sarcophagus, until that final, fateful day at Lowfang. In the early hours of the battle, his mind had shattered, though no one could say why. Some swore that it was the shadows of the wings of the Sanguinary Guard falling on him as they passed overhead. Karlaen suspected that there was more to it than that. Whatever the reason, however, Cassor now belonged to the Death Company and was far too dangerous to be unleashed without cause. He could barely tell friend from foe, and he was, in his own way, as monstrous as the tyranid creature he was now fighting. ‘The Damned One,’ Zachreal murmured, as he watched the battle. He looked at Karlaen. ‘Truly, our mission must be important if Commander Dante has unleashed him to aid us, captain.’ ‘Were you ever in any doubt?’ Karlaen said, watching as the black-hulled Dreadnought crashed into the carnifex again. The two maddened beasts, one metal, one flesh, came together like rival bovids. The stones of the plaza were crushed and churned to rubble as they strove against one another. ‘Ho, traitor, strive and strain all you wish, you will never conquer Cassor. While Cassor stands before the gates of Holy Terra, none shall pass. Shriek, daemon. Scream out your prayers to the gods of wrong angles and shattered skies. Summon them. They shall not defeat Cassor. It cannot be done.’ Cassor’s emotionless, rasping monotone echoed across the plaza, drowning out the shrieks of the carnifex. The carnifex ripped at the Dreadnought with its huge claws, scoring the ancient armour but failing to pierce it. Cassor slashed at the beast with his own talons. Xenos and Dreadnought reeled across the plaza, brawling through the ruins, the carnifex howling out bestial challenges as Cassor roared out gibberish in reply. Suddenly, a ceramite plate buckled, and one of the carnifex’s claws lanced down into the nest of grav-plates and fibre bundles that made up the Dreadnought’s innards. The claw crashed down through the war machine and on into the ground, pinning Cassor in place. ‘Pinned. Inconceivable. Cassor shall not stand for this, puppet of false gods. Release me, so that I might wipe thy stain from the earth,’ Cassor rumbled. In reply, the carnifex opened its maw wide. A greasy ball of plasma began to form between its jaws. ‘Sorcery. You dare? Suffer not the witch to live, so says Cassor.’ One heavy mechanical claw closed around the carnifex’s throat, holding it in place. The beast, as if understanding what Cassor had planned, began to struggle, but to no avail. As surely as it had the Dreadnought pinned, Cassor had it held fast. Before the monster could release the burst of bile it had prepared, the Dreadnought brought up his wrist-mounted meltagun and shoved the barrel between the creature’s jaws. With a dull hiss, the back of the beast’s skull vanished in a cloud of superheated gas. The carnifex toppled sideways, freeing Cassor in the process. The war machine shoved himself upright. His chassis rotated, as the optic augurs mounted in the hull scanned the plaza for more enemies. ‘Listen, traitors. Hear Cassor’s words: I still stand. The Emperor’s hand is upon my shoulder. I am death incarnate!’ The words echoed out over the area. But no new challengers appeared. Then, with a grinding of unseen gears and a whine of servos, Cassor the Damned stalked towards the palace, in search of new foes to slay.
you know, its likely one of Sanguinius final words, same with Pinned, inconceivable . Not many does could pin a primarch ,except another, traitorous one (Horus)
“The palace is under attack” 😐 “Angron and the world eaters are assaulting the gates” 😐 “Sanguinius is dead and the emperor is a vegetable” 😐 *literally gets impaled* 😐 *Detects magic* 😡
He is dealing direct psyquic damage to the hive mind itself, as it had to hear 17 thousand more hours of this from each new nid he continued killing never shutting up ever for a moment.
The fact that even crippled on life support and completely insane a death company dreadnought will just go on an epic monologue about how violently he's going to murder you, truly the poet legion.
Well in the full thing he name drops the NL and EC as well "Cowards! The dark shall not hide you from the Emperor’s light. Come out and fight, or die in the dark. Make your choice,’ Cassor roared, as if echoing his thoughts. The Dreadnought hurled his words into the dark like artillery fire and clashed his claws together. ‘Come, dogs of Chemos. Come vermin of Nostramo. Fight Cassor the mighty or be damned for your timidity."
Death company chaplain: Code RED BROTHERS! Death company sergeant: What happened chaplain!? Death company chaplain: Grandpa Cassor has breached containtment and is now fighting tyranids. Death company sergeant: I almost feel sorry for the xenos... almost.
You see, the Alpha Legion is supposed to be Alpharius, due to their primarch(s) being space marine sized. The Blood Angels however, are NOT supposed to be Sanguinius because their primarch is not a dwarf by primarch standards, also the Alpha legion don't get fuck ass mad and have Nemesor Zandrekh syndrome.
Sons of Sanguinius are known for their love of art, Cassor just happens to have learned of the great scholar Eminmius Emmus the Angry and his vaunted “diss tracks”
@@IlHansenIl I'm not going to argue with Cassor the Lond Winded over something as mundane as a typo in his name. If that's what he wants to be called, Cassor the Lond Winded it is!
“Oh he’s a mad marine he’s gonna go ‘aywire some day and kill a whole lot of shock troops or heretics” but when dreadnoughts go mad it’s considered quirky and cute.
Tech Marine: I am here to repair your damage, brother. Dreadought: You will not touch my cables or motors! You are a pervert marine! Tech Marine: I am a tech marine! A tech marine!
The fact that right before this short there is a beautiful, peaceful and quite sad short about Dorn is kinda funny ngl, like the 180 from this too that Edit: Thank you all for the many likes, im happy you all liked it
“Some Dreadnaughts are epic, some are sad, and some are just insane” and then we have Cassor who’s all three
Then there's the cringe that is space furry dreadnoughts
Then there is the stolen
I forgot his name but it was those red guys
@@Sir_Radahn_the_fearlessDo you mean Blood Ravens?
@@some_shitposting_idiot3023everything about the space wolves other than their color scheme/ theme is cringe
YES@@demonelf2094
Giant space bug-dinosaur: opens mouth
Cassor: FU*KING WITCHCRAFT
fIrEbAlL!!!
Not while Cassor is there will there be witchcraft
And he come
BUT COOM ALL THE SAME killed me man😂
He then proceeds to cast firebolt into its mouth after grappling it.
Bro imagine your steak starts lecturing you and then just shoots you point blank
With an energy weapon that destroys things at the atomic level.
I hate it when that happens
And that Steak believing itself to be at its mothers slaughterhouse
The ultimate disrespect
_~ So damn inconsiderate of them!! This whole damn galaxy has the worst buffets!!_
"CASSOR WILL BREAK THY CROOKED SPINES ACROSS HIS KNEE!", Cassor said calmly
Hahahahaha
With no knee 😂
CASSOR SHALL BANE YOU. YOU WILL BE BANE'D BY CASSOR
@@jusa297Fulgurim: Morty!! I’ve been baned!! He baned!! Me Morty
"Pinned?!"
"Inconceivable"
😂
I straight up choked on my drink the way this made me laugh so hard😂
“HOW DARE YOU?!”
BROTHER I AM PINNED HERE
“You keep using that word…”
That line had me wheezing
Cassor's reaction to being impaled was pretty much:
"Oi! Bit rude, innit?!?!?!" 😂😂😂
Somewhere in between the mental insanity and being a literal walking tank a little stab wound is easy to be ignored.
Bit rude to put that knoife in me chest innit bruv?
@@megan00b8i don't think carnifex staber isnt small
oi oi oi you got a permit for that bruv?
He just dismisses it even happening. Then proceeds as if it hasn't happened. There is no way it could be more epic lol
Walking definition of "God Emperor allowed me to live another day and I'm about to make it everyone else's problem"
"I know I am no longer sane, but I still serve"
Cassor was partially self aware within the rage.
That's why I'll always remember reading his death.
@@beyondblood2707 can you give us the source?
@@geaskadosh This is an excerpt from the Shield of Baal novel Deathstorm
The carnifex continued on, lumbering through the smoke of the warrior’s passing. Its bio-cannon swung about, vomiting more strangling thorns across the plaza, and its scything talons swung out in deadly arcs, sending Death Company berserkers crashing to the ground in clouds of blood and entrails, their power armour cracked open and their torment ended. It spat plasma, incinerating anything that dared stay its progress. And when none of those weapons sufficed, it simply crashed through the opposition, be it a living warrior or an unfeeling statue. It was unstoppable, and it was heading right for Karlaen and the others.
As one, the Terminators fired. The carnifex shrugged off the explosive shells and continued to bull forwards. It would not stop, Karlaen knew, until it was dead, or until something even bigger decided to get in its way. Nevertheless, he continued to fire, his targeting array trying to find some weak point in its carapace. The ground shook beneath his feet as the carnifex closed in. Joses readied himself to meet it, his face split by a wide, feral grin. Karlaen could smell the incipient blood-lust in the other Blood Angel’s sweat, and see it building in his eyes. He hesitated, wondering if he should order the sergeant to step back. Would that stop him? Would he listen? Or was he already too far gone?
Before the question could be answered, something black smashed into the charging carnifex from the side and sent it slewing through a column. The carnifex rolled to its feet in a cloud of dust, but its attacker was on it before it could move. Metal talons, each as long as a sword blade, flashed out, carving bloody tracks in the carnifex’s flesh. The alien reared back, screaming in rage. Its cry was answered by its opponent.
‘Come, traitor. Come to Cassor. Come and fight, come and die, but come all the same,’ the vox-speakers mounted in the Dreadnought’s hull crackled. ‘Come and meet thy doom, dogs of abomination. Come and feel the angel’s wrath, curs of Angron. Come screaming or in silence, but come so that Cassor might lay thy hearts at Sanguinius’s feet. The walls of the Palace stand, the Eternity Gate remains barred and Cassor will break thy crooked spines across his knee.’
The Dreadnought, hull painted black and daubed in red, set itself as the carnifex charged towards it. The talons mounted on the ends of the piston-like arms rotated and flexed. Then one rose, revealing a storm bolter mounted beneath the claw. The storm bolter spat, and the carnifex shuddered as its already abused flesh received new punishment. It crashed into the Dreadnought and drove it back into a statue. The Dreadnought shrugged off the blow and rammed itself into the carnifex’s gut, lifting the beast into the air momentarily before smashing it down onto the ground.
‘By the wings of the Angel, it’s Cassor,’ Alphaeus breathed as he watched the battle unfold before them. Karlaen did not ask him how he recognised the Dreadnought, for there was only one Cassor.
Cassor the Chained, Cassor the Mad, Cassor the Damned - whatever name he was known by, he had been one of the greatest warriors ever produced by the Blood Angels, even before he had been interred in a Dreadnought sarcophagus, to rise and fight again after his death on some far-flung battlefield.
He was also a warning, a testament to the dark truth that even the dead were not truly safe from the curse which afflicted the Sons of Sanguinius. For almost three centuries after his death, Cassor had served the Blood Angels from the war machine’s sarcophagus, until that final, fateful day at Lowfang. In the early hours of the battle, his mind had shattered, though no one could say why. Some swore that it was the shadows of the wings of the Sanguinary Guard falling on him as they passed overhead. Karlaen suspected that there was more to it than that. Whatever the reason, however, Cassor now belonged to the Death Company and was far too dangerous to be unleashed without cause. He could barely tell friend from foe, and he was, in his own way, as monstrous as the tyranid creature he was now fighting.
‘The Damned One,’ Zachreal murmured, as he watched the battle. He looked at Karlaen. ‘Truly, our mission must be important if Commander Dante has unleashed him to aid us, captain.’
‘Were you ever in any doubt?’ Karlaen said, watching as the black-hulled Dreadnought crashed into the carnifex again. The two maddened beasts, one metal, one flesh, came together like rival bovids. The stones of the plaza were crushed and churned to rubble as they strove against one another.
‘Ho, traitor, strive and strain all you wish, you will never conquer Cassor. While Cassor stands before the gates of Holy Terra, none shall pass. Shriek, daemon. Scream out your prayers to the gods of wrong angles and shattered skies. Summon them. They shall not defeat Cassor. It cannot be done.’
Cassor’s emotionless, rasping monotone echoed across the plaza, drowning out the shrieks of the carnifex. The carnifex ripped at the Dreadnought with its huge claws, scoring the ancient armour but failing to pierce it. Cassor slashed at the beast with his own talons.
Xenos and Dreadnought reeled across the plaza, brawling through the ruins, the carnifex howling out bestial challenges as Cassor roared out gibberish in reply. Suddenly, a ceramite plate buckled, and one of the carnifex’s claws lanced down into the nest of grav-plates and fibre bundles that made up the Dreadnought’s innards. The claw crashed down through the war machine and on into the ground, pinning Cassor in place.
‘Pinned. Inconceivable. Cassor shall not stand for this, puppet of false gods. Release me, so that I might wipe thy stain from the earth,’ Cassor rumbled.
In reply, the carnifex opened its maw wide. A greasy ball of plasma began to form between its jaws.
‘Sorcery. You dare? Suffer not the witch to live, so says Cassor.’ One heavy mechanical claw closed around the carnifex’s throat, holding it in place. The beast, as if understanding what Cassor had planned, began to struggle, but to no avail. As surely as it had the Dreadnought pinned, Cassor had it held fast. Before the monster could release the burst of bile it had prepared, the Dreadnought brought up his wrist-mounted meltagun and shoved the barrel between the creature’s jaws. With a dull hiss, the back of the beast’s skull vanished in a cloud of superheated gas.
The carnifex toppled sideways, freeing Cassor in the process. The war machine shoved himself upright. His chassis rotated, as the optic augurs mounted in the hull scanned the plaza for more enemies. ‘Listen, traitors. Hear Cassor’s words: I still stand. The Emperor’s hand is upon my shoulder. I am death incarnate!’ The words echoed out over the area. But no new challengers appeared. Then, with a grinding of unseen gears and a whine of servos, Cassor the Damned stalked towards the palace, in search of new foes to slay.
@@geaskadoshit’s rude that he couldn’t just answer your simple question
@@b1zzarecont4ct and i am still waiting
"Come at me, you traitor!"
"Bro, wtf? I'm a tyranid."
"HORUS!"
"Um..."
My favorite line will always be "Sorcery?! You dare?!"
As a response to TEETH from an ALIEN, yes. He is truly mad.
I like "SUFFER NOT THE WITCH TO LIVE"
"SO SAYS CASSOR"
Diomedes 😂
you know, its likely one of Sanguinius final words, same with Pinned, inconceivable . Not many does could pin a primarch ,except another, traitorous one (Horus)
Cassor: SUFFER NOT THE WITCH TO LIVE!
The Black Templars: Are we sure he's not one of ours?
Grimaldus: it's 50/50 really.
Black templars channeling their inner blood raven and liberate cassor to hang out with and go on adventures with.
It may explain why our dreadnought has been screaming and claiming our battle brothers are Horus
"Come" said Cassor, and everyone came. Even the Emperor.
I UNDERSTOOD THAT REFERENCE
I hats you
But you have my respect
He was brutally impaled huh?
This kills me 🤣
But only Slaanesh moaned.
Cassor: "I KILLED HORUS!!"
Death company marine in the distance that just stepped on a swarmer: "SO DID I. WOOOOO!!!"
Cassor: HORUSSSSS!!!
Carnifex: ?????
carnifex translates to butcher lmao
@@LordCrate-du8zmI mean it ain't wrong technically since they do butchered any that's weaker then it or can't take it out in time
@@ariahsacramento6203 its latin for butcher
I never knew carnifex was latin for butcher
@@LordCrate-du8zmlmao.
I like to imagine he just doesn't shut up
Like a veteran grandpa, who suffers from PTSD and just rambles as he fights.
It makes every situation he’s in SOOO much more fun to imagine! 😂
@@StressmanFINAnd fighting is all muscle memory by now so he has plenty of attention to just keep talking 😂
The Deadpool of the 41st millennium...
Hail cerberus
“The palace is under attack” 😐
“Angron and the world eaters are assaulting the gates” 😐
“Sanguinius is dead and the emperor is a vegetable” 😐
*literally gets impaled* 😐
*Detects magic* 😡
"40k is a serious thing that is only grimdark"
Cassor the mad .....
Ciaphas cain
Trazyn and Orikan.
Zhandrekh and Obyron
To be fair he's one of the most serious things. Mad people are pretty normal.
you cant look me in the eyes and tell me that wasnt suppose to be a funny scene @@Merilirem
Rynn's Might.
He is dealing direct psyquic damage to the hive mind itself, as it had to hear 17 thousand more hours of this from each new nid he continued killing never shutting up ever for a moment.
Chad
hear me out, a plush of cassor were when you pull the string it says a differnt line
Shut up and take my money 💰
I'd buy it
"Quit tickling my junk, you heretic"
Better than that, an extra voicebox with lines of him cursing and blaming when you squish him.
“COME”
"I am coming, Cassor." - Black Legionnaire
"I am coming, Cassor." - Emperor's Children Legionnaire
💀💀💀
Two kinds of space marines, right there.
Look at you with disgust
🤨come
That reminded me of that 1 scene from kung pow
"I'm coming" *shot of person running*
The fact that even crippled on life support and completely insane a death company dreadnought will just go on an epic monologue about how violently he's going to murder you, truly the poet legion.
I don’t know why. But this guy actually seem very funny, that poor ass Tyranid was probably confused as shit xD
Dude was convinced his TEETH was a magic spell. He is completely mad.
It probably did that little head tilt that animals do when confused.😂
@@DarkonFullPowerhe was trying to do that bile spit when cassor said that tbf
Sorcery from a son of Angron? Cassor truly was mad to imagine such a thing.
Well.... the Twelfth did have Librarians, but we all killed trying to prevent Angron's apotheosis.
They're actually quite tragic figures.
I read abt very tragic @@terminallove3531
@@terminallove3531 yeah poor guys, they were treated like crap but they still loved their father and tried to save his soul
Well in the full thing he name drops the NL and EC as well
"Cowards! The dark shall not hide you from the Emperor’s light. Come out and fight, or die in the dark. Make your choice,’ Cassor roared, as if echoing his thoughts. The Dreadnought hurled his words into the dark like artillery fire and clashed his claws together. ‘Come, dogs of Chemos. Come vermin of Nostramo. Fight Cassor the mighty or be damned for your timidity."
Ah shit, peepaw Cassor escaped the nursing home
Death company chaplain: Code RED BROTHERS!
Death company sergeant: What happened chaplain!?
Death company chaplain: Grandpa Cassor has breached containtment and is now fighting tyranids.
Death company sergeant: I almost feel sorry for the xenos... almost.
"SORCERY?!? YOU DARE!!!"
Orks are the only one's enjoying the setting
Cassor: "Hold my melta gun"
yes exactly how dare the carnifex betray the emperor
Even consumed by madness and bloodlust, the blood angles are noble warrior poets to a man.
The angles must be pretty sharp for blood to be on them
He's like a Deranged Paladin. Amazing.
When an Alpha Legionnaire says he is Alpharius that's fine, but when a Blood Angel says he is Sanguinius he is sent to the Death Company?
Yep. Cause that means the angel is about to go bezerker mode and think every enemy is Horus.
@@dolomaticus1180 FACTS
Trust me, you don't wanna be around when they start saying that 😂
You see, the Alpha Legion is supposed to be Alpharius, due to their primarch(s) being space marine sized. The Blood Angels however, are NOT supposed to be Sanguinius because their primarch is not a dwarf by primarch standards, also the Alpha legion don't get fuck ass mad and have Nemesor Zandrekh syndrome.
@@bioshock2712 That sounds like something Horus would say.
That is far more eloquent and coherent than I would expect from a son of Sanguineous fallen to the black rage and interred in a Dreadnaught
C'mon man, we aren't animals we are sophi-HORUSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"SO SAID CASSOR!" Cassor said calmly.
Sons of Sanguinius are known for their love of art, Cassor just happens to have learned of the great scholar Eminmius Emmus the Angry and his vaunted “diss tracks”
Cassor: pinned?!?! Inconceivable!!! Cassor shall not stand for this!!!
I love the way he calls a Tyranid a traitor, lost his marbles spectacularly!
that Dude sounds like a real riot on the battlefield, imagine fighting next to him and hear him incessantly ramble
Bro's got those medieval rimes
*impaled by carnifex*
BROTHER I AM PINNED HERE!
"SUFFER NOT THE WITCH TO LIVE!! SO SAYS CASSOR!!"
Cassor speaks like a very articulate Ork.
"RELEASE ME THAT I MIGHT WIPE THY STAIN FROM THE EARTH!!" That goes so hard
“Welcome to the COME ZONE!”
Cassor is so deep in his character that it becomes funny
Cassor mad! CASSOR SMASH!
CASSOR RA-
@@SilasKeonNO CASSOR WE DONT SMASH LITTLE BABY ELDAR
@@elixavibuddies2951it is the emperor’s will brother!!
@@elixavibuddies2951 IT HAS A KNIFE! CASSOR KILL!
Best character in 40k. Threatens to break spines with his kneed - but doesn't have any knees - but little stompy legs.
He is still alive, because the knees in his heart burned brighter than the knees on his legs.
Box dreads do have knees, u can see em on the back of the models
Now this is a guy who loves his job
Deathcorps Member with Popcorn : "That guy is my fckn Idol ! "
Cassor: "come sons of Angron!"
Tyranids: "huh?"
I mean, you've got time to think up monologues when you're trapped in a living power tomb of doom.
“COME“ cyber punk music starts playing
Cassor: Long rhymes and speeches as he fights.
That 1 Iron Warrior: Hi. Let’s fight.
Edit: Honsou
Honsou!?!
@@glock986 That’s the one!
Man’s dropping those beats
"Cassor da Mad giving everyone da feels.
Cracking those spines without having any knees." - CRassor da Mad
"Come fight me!"
gets chocked by Tyranide.
"Wait, thats illegal"
Maybe he should be called Cassor the Lond Winded instead.
Lond Winded, ey?
@@IlHansenIl I'm not going to argue with Cassor the Lond Winded over something as mundane as a typo in his name. If that's what he wants to be called, Cassor the Lond Winded it is!
Cassor the coomer.
@@thatotherguy8138" THY WRECTHED MOUTH DARE ACCUSE CASSOR OF MISSPELLING, I N C O N C E I V A B L E
INCONCEIVABLE!!!
Death company marine: HORUUUUS I WILL GET YOU TRAITOR!
Tyranid gaunt: My name's Steve ... are you gona eat that used napkin?
"Oh you'll come. They ALWAYS COME!" AluCasador
Something tells me him and Bjorn would get along like a house on fire.
Cassor probably has put a lot more than a single house to the torch...
“Oh he’s a mad marine he’s gonna go ‘aywire some day and kill a whole lot of shock troops or heretics” but when dreadnoughts go mad it’s considered quirky and cute.
Tech Marine: I am here to repair your damage, brother.
Dreadought: You will not touch my cables or motors! You are a pervert marine!
Tech Marine: I am a tech marine! A tech marine!
Never seen a dreadnought yap this much
"What is blud wafflin abo-" -some poor termagaunt, probably
Dude just loves his job sheesh
Horus, you're looking an awfully bit scalier than usual.
Noise marines be like: call me Horus all day everyday
*gets fucking impaled*
Cassor: The audacity!
Tyrannids: Do not come…Do not come
Cassor The Mad: I’m gonna come!
Crassor, making the imperium great again.
He talks about coming more than the straightest Emperor's Children legionnaire
Roasting the enemy with a freestyle and a flamer...
Cassor (gets impaled) "Tis's but a flesh wound"
Cassor says to come.
Cassor: WE ARE THE HAMMER!
Dante: Sigh...Cassor... that's the Grey Knights thing not ours...
Cassor: COURAGE AND HONOUR!
Dante: ...ugh....
He was lucky to not fight Daemonettes, they would have obliged him
The fact that right before this short there is a beautiful, peaceful and quite sad short about Dorn is kinda funny ngl, like the 180 from this too that
Edit: Thank you all for the many likes, im happy you all liked it
These shorts are so fantastic. Excellent bite sized lore bits that really show the fantastical heights of Warhammer
Cassor the Sultan of Yappistan
Cassor just doing his best to break their spines.
The funniest part to me is he asked to be pulled out of the Dreadnaught so he could kill the traitorous dog with his own hands
Homie out there Spitting mad flows while he is cleansing heresy HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH
Cassor: I came-
Alien: "What?"
Cassor: To this planet.
Alien: Oh
"Generously liberating the back of its skull from its body."
Thrones I love that line
Trazyn: Nice fight...now get into my pokeball💀💀
Me when 5 MGs show up: "Pinned?! Inconceivable!"
I don’t like how enthusiastic he is about “coming”
This is my kingdom Come
Oh Cassor, you crazy bastard... never change.
Meanwhile, avatar of Khaine tries the exact sane thing and gets slammed by carnifexes.
Don’t stop I’m about to come
😂😂😂😂
Cassor with the steel chair!!! Carnifex is out cold
Bro sure likes the word "come"💀
"Come"
Yes, I am inmature.
Calmest member of the Death Company
Cassor ain't mad he's just full of rhymes
"OR JUST COME!............STICKY FIREWORKS!"
Trump: I'm gonna come.
Not gonna lie that dreadnought got some mad bars
He fought the same carnifex 3 times and always won. GOAT
That's what I'm talking about! That's why he's the mvp! Da *GOAT.*
" How we doing this, traitor? You come at me. I come at you? Ohhhh. Maybe we come together - at the same time? Oh, you'll come. THEY ALWAYS COME! "
I need to meet this one some time.
Okay....I just found my favorite space marine
“Sorcery!?”
He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit
“THE WALLS OF THE PALACE STAND”
Such a hard line, he’s already winning every second, and has been for 10k years