Happy Birthday from Grandfather Nurgle

[nockergeek]

It's my birthday... and my first present is a plague from Grandfather Nurgle, by way of Andromeda. She had a cold over the weekend, and just as she was starting to get over it, she stuck her fingers in my mouth when we were playing. I knew I was doomed, and sure enough, the next day I started coming down with symptoms. My condition fluctuates; my head is alternately stuffy and swimmy, I've had a sore throat that's mostly gone now, and I've been coughing up phlegm in the loveliest shades of yellow, all while my body tries to purge everything by sweating. Right now, I'm mostly fine, other than the stuffiness and the cough. I'm trying to avoid my co-workers as much as possible, or to at least sanitize myself before dealing with them.

It's made for a less-than-stellar start to my birthday, but I'm not going to let it get me down. If anything, it's given me more inspiration - I think my next 40k army should be a Nurgle Chaos Marine army. :P