Hatred, violence, and pain—these are the daily bread for those cursed with the "vile taint" of mutation. "Devotion, strength, and subservience"—these are their means for survival".

“From this moment on, you are under my protection, but also my watchful eye. Serve me unfailingly and live. Hesitate to act when commanded and suffer boundless, painful wrath.”

–Inquisitor Aubschmidt, binding a mutant Acolyte into service

For all but the most privileged of Imperial citizens, there is little hope for anything but lives of misery and death. The difficulties presented by the insurmountable constraints of station and birthplace, and the punishing cruelties of disease, xenos raiders, and endless war are enough to sap the will of most people, but there are wretches who have been pushed deeper into the well of hopelessness. Afflicted by "abhorrent deformities" of the flesh, mutants are denied even the comparative paradise of drudgery as forge workers or faceless soldiers. Marked by "inhuman" deformity, they are shunned by those around them at best, branded as living vessels of corruption and destroyed at worst.

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