As a fearless memoirist, he has just become famous for his interview with the original people during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Maybe it's because you're tired, and you suffer from mild headaches and memory loss afterwards. However, with the recent recuperation, your physical condition has improved considerably.

On that very day, you flipped through the books of the ancient Terra traditions and stumbled upon a festival dedicated to the souls of the dead, with some interesting customs that caught your eye.

You look at the transcript of the last interview above the bookcase, lost in thought. Since, according to the solar calendar, this so-called Halloween is coming soon, why not give it a try...... What about the bolder way?

Dark Angels

You've put on thick fur, glass beads for eyes, and a megaphone for a low roar. The shape was inspired by the giant tarantula deep in the Caliban forest, and its image was seen in popular science books and depicted by the lion king himself.

You haven't even approached the monastery yet. At a corner, you are pressed to the ground by an unknown force, and in the next second, your beast suit is torn to pieces, revealing the robe underneath.

You look at the legionnaire awkwardly for a long time, until Ser Luther arrives and picks you up and invites you to dinner.

Despite the rough traditional diet of the Caliban knights, you drink a lot of sour pomegranate wine and eat a lot of weird combinations of fried potatoes and fish. The Luther Knight praised your craft and gently advised you to use your talent elsewhere.

Son of the Emperor

While you're looking in the mirror, an inner voice tells you what to do. The rest is not quite clear to you, just a shimmer of Cash boxes (some kind of imperial stimulant)

All in all, when you go out, you have crab claws in your hands and elaborate sheep's hoof-shaped boots on your feet. You put a layer of powder on your skin to make it paler, your tongue wastes a lot of effort, and you end up with gum to create the illusion of a split end.

After some complicated process, you go through the wrong door and break straight into Fogham's room. Later, your memories sink into the fog again, and you wake up in the Emperor's Son's Apothecary. You vaguely feel like you're seeing two primitives, but it's definitely an illusion.

You'll forever regret saying "trick-or-treating" when you uttered it, and God knows why Master Akulduna came to visit and enthusiastically brought out the new dishes he tried. You've never wanted your tongue to be machined so much.

Iron Warriors

You dress up as Peturabo, but you don't dare to go out.

White scars

You think of yourself as a horse, blending in with the Fifth Legion's herd, intending to get up when some of the hapless ones come over to feed or brush their hairs, and shout trick-or-treat.

You regret that you never thought about the question of why Chogris's horse could carry the original body.

Space wolf

You're wearing a Kraken holster, and as you're crawling through the chimney, the sudden rise of smoke sends you headlong into the vat.

The warriors of Fenris scooped you up and gave you a few more drinks when they woke up. Later, you hear that there is an extra dish at the Space Wolf's banquet called "Bard", which is made of wine-brewed Kraken tentacles.

Fist of the Empire

You're dressed up as a mysterious drawing with no compass marked, wrong parameters, weird structure, eight revisions in the annotations, and a wow boss signature.

You didn't get the candy, and it took days and many psionic tests to make sure you really didn't know any Imperial secrets like the Net.

Midnight Lord

Your Conrad Coetzes outfit won the applause of the house, and Mistress Sevita brought a top hat to hold the candy stuffed to you. They even made you a pair of bat wings to stick on your back.

The Astartes are curious about where you got your fresh materials, but you just ran into Conrad in Central Park.

Angel of the Holy Blood

You dress yourself up as a wounded angel with blood in your mouth and broken wings. When you walked among the Angels of the Holy Blood, there was a loud laugh like a tsunami.

When you solemnly say "trick-or-treating" with a solemn face, several lively Astartes cooperate with a look of fear. Ladolon embraces you, kindly mocking the perfunctory look of your pose.

"You should be dressed as a Glock in heat, then I might be more scared. At least it's real. ”

The Iron Hand

You are dressed as the wounded Fernus Manus. But as you walk through the door, you stumble on the threshold, causing the collar on your neck to fall off and fly off with the head model, grunting and rolling at the feet of the Space Marines.

The World Eater

The last fall hasn't healed yet, and you decide to skip it for now.

Ultramarine

You apply for a meeting with Master Killiman, and after dinner with him, you offer to open another bottle of wine until you tell him that he is slightly drunk, and you stick it up. Whispered in his ear:

"I'm Alpharis."