The Chaplain’s Heroics in Space Hulk: Death Angel

Only two Marines left and a tide of Genestealers (including Adrenals) everywhere you look. The Chaplain is undetterred.

“It’s a wrap,” I told him. Both of my squads of Blood Angels Terminators had been wiped out, leaving only my teammate’s diminished squads against a hilarious amount of seething Genestealers.

The final room (in which you have to stay alive long enough to hit a victory condition) wasn’t even in sight. There were many Tyranid spawns left to perform. God knows how many attacks left to weather. I was drunk and tired and noped out.

But not the Allfather. While I stumbled room to room, drinking more, going outside for cigarettes, hypnotizing myself with music surfacing on shuffle, he stuck with the mission.

Still not sure how he did it, but he stayed at the table and stared holes in those cards, using what abilities his Blood Angels had left to pry open microscopic windows of opportunity.

And the fucker won. I stumbled through the kitchen and noted he was in the final room with one remaining fighter: Chaplain Raziel, the fighting holy man, all alone with his shredded armor, still cursing from behind his skull mask and swinging his Crozius Arcanum through thickets of xenos.

I gaped while he executed the action card that fulfilled the final room’s victory condition.

When he first came on the show, he dubbed himself Allfather in a nod to Norse mythology, but he became the Chaplain that night, incarnating the unshakeable faith of the Space Marines’ fighting priests.

Sanguinius would have been proud.