Hats
Description: Like the regal Canada Goose, Canada bows to no one. A sleeping beaver has awakened, and we will bite your legs off and then build elaborate feats of rodent civil engineering with the stumps. May the SuperBowl go dark as Quebec cuts the hydro. 10 dollar gas awaits as we plug the pipelines. Red states will quake as the Canadarm hucks space rocks from high orbit. Soon, Celine Dion will be interred in an unkillable steel battle sarcophagus brimming with weapons and belting out powerful music at 300 dBA. Your streets will run brown and sticky as the syrup flows. Honk. Honk.
Description: Cadia has fallen, but her spirit lives on. It lives in brave sons and gallant daughters of Mankind who keep its spirit alive. It lives in countless worlds across the Emperor's domain. It lives in all of us. Across the horrors of space, from alien worlds to Imperial streets, it is the humble lasgun that brings the Emperor's light to stand against the darkness. Shoulder your weapon with pride, and grab your Uplifting Primer, Guardsman. There is work to do. There are heretics, mutants, and xenos filth to destroy. Cadia Stands.
Description: Cadia has fallen, but her spirit lives on. It lives in brave sons and gallant daughters of Mankind who keep its spirit alive. It lives in countless worlds across the Emperor's domain. It lives in all of us. Across the horrors of space, from alien worlds to Imperial streets, it is the humble lasgun that brings the Emperor's light to stand against the darkness. Shoulder your weapon with pride, and grab your Uplifting Primer, Guardsman. There is work to do. There are heretics, mutants, and xenos filth to destroy. Cadia Stands.
