The burly man had taken to his new gear well; it may not be as protective as his old stuff but it did not leave giant red marks from where it was too tight; and he could actually move in it. He spent most of his time reading the pages of the Uplifting Primer that he could not before, be it because of bulletholes in the editions he found or too much dirt. After he finished he pressed his hands together and sighed. If he was the bugger that wrote the rules he would write them differently. But he was not, so he simply grumbled a little before putting the book away. 

Afterwards he took to inspecting his new haevy-stubber. It looked like the same model he had before, except not as... dented, bent, and rusted. In truth he found it in that condition, and was not the one to make it so. He caressed the new weapon, and laughed a little maniacally. Now he didn't have a reason to apologize to the under-human that snatched his previous weapon, the silly beast. He spinned the barrels a few times and gasped with delight; it would shoot even faster! Faster shooting meant more enemies of man-kind slain, a simple equation. 

After sitting down happily he nodded to himself. His judgements before were right. These people around him were given such a wondrous opportunity to serve their Holy God, and they grudged it? They thought that they were somehow accursed? [color=red]"Pathetic wretches all of them."[/color] he muttered, taking off his armour and other gear. Once he had everything off of him but his clothes (only for decency's sake) he tied it together on his weapon to form a great big bundle. Once he had it ready, he lay down, with a grunt picked it up, and started his regimen of excercise to maintain his strength all for [b]Him.[/b]  [color=red]"A broad mind lacks focus."[/color] he grunted, with the first lift. [color=red]A coward always seeks compromise. [i]Grunt.[/i] A coward’s only reward is to live in fear another day. [i]Grunt.[/i] A fine mind is a blessing of the Emperor - It should not be cluttered with trivialities. [i]Grunt.[/i][/color] only when he was through with the thousands of thoughts of the day he knew, he dropped the weapon to his side, breathing in and out. Quickly washing himself he smartened up and loitered around the place where the next day they would stand to attention, and then depart for their warzone. As he stood he muttered all of the thoughts of the day he had forgotten and made a mental note to give himself a lashing for each one, along with a specific punishment to make him remember.