Last Stop Immaterium

On the plague planet of Staphylococcus VI a disused railway station stirs. A morbid wind begins to blow through the hub and a lone Nurgling makes itself known, crawling from underneath a rotten bench and laughing subtly to itself.

Before long hundreds of Nurglings are writhing on the platform talking among each other and chastising one another. Grumpily they writhe into somewhat of a formation. Not before long, a thudding becomes audible and beasts of Nurgle bound onto the platform too, happily barking at the Nurglings for attention.

The loud dissonance of a steam train echoes throughout the nearby, stuffy, toxic environment and yet no train can be seen. Within seconds, a sickly green light flashes upon the tracks of the railway and the rusted, metal railings slowly change their form to that of fragile partially rotted femurs, black smog billows from a small chink in the green rip upon the planet, the multitude of Nurgle followers anxious for the coming event. Bursting with an eruption of contagion, a massive, armoured, armed steam engine speeds into the station, gradually coming to a stationary position. After the Plague Train has come to a halt, the Nurglings start to gather around the rotted ladders leading to the vats and vats of bodies heaped on top of each other in a green slimy liquid, kept alive by an anaesthetising enzyme that slips the victims into a deep coma but also rends them invulnerable to the Nurgle infections until emergence from said enzyme. Climbing the ladders the devout Nurgle beings dive ecstatically into the oozing green mulch of corpse, illness and decay, smiling profusely at the undulating pistons transporting the tonnes of pus to the cannons that act as defences for the ‘Accursed Tank Engine’. As quickly as it arrived, the chugging of the wheels and motors reinitiate and, slowly, the compromised locomotive pulls away from the now empty platform, creating another hole within time and space itself. The train disappears through the hole to a clean, undefiled planet where it will deposit the plethora of warriors that shall deliver yet another load of test subjects to the Garden of Nurgle, where Nurgle himself will wait to pick the contents of the train up in one hand and transport to a holding cellar in his laboratory.