1 day without showering. 1 WEEK without showering......1 MONTH WITHOUT SHOWERING.

Sisters of Battle are resistant to the corruption of Chaos, but not immune.

She did not deserve this fate. But, deep down, she'd want to die by Imperial hands than live a servant of Nurgle. Her service will be remembered eternally.

Sister of Battle attempts to do the Asmongold lifestyle.

Results are what you would expect

0:28 "It takes One Bad Day." - Joker

Imperial citizens: By the Emperor...
The average Imperial veteran: Right in the eye!

1:43 She had died smiling, She's at peace now

When you remember that canonically, only one Sister of Battle in all of millennia fell to chaos(To Slanesh of all others), this adds a whole other layer of terrifying

She was probably the last to fall, holding out desperately from the horrors unleashed by Nurgle's servants, her resistance making her all the more delicatable to whatever pus and maggot ridden filth came vomiting forth their twisted god's accursed blessings. Her body twisted horrifically from the warp tainted illness, yet she did not fight when the reclamation force arrived, accepting the Emperor's Mercy. We may only pray that though her body was twisted by the vile touch of the archenemy her soul may yet find peace in the Emperor's embrace.

I'm sorry sister may the emperor grant you a swift journey

May she rest in piece.

The concept of a corrupted sister is deeply disturbing. A woman who was trained from her birth to have a sense of unshacking faith and loyalty to the Emperor, as to never fall to the taint of chaos. Yet they are still people, we aren’t all perfect. All it takes is one moment of weakness to fall to the ruinous powers

The Emperor didn't protect this one, did he?

The Salamanders will remember this. Will burn the filth of Nurgle from the universe and pray that the souls that fell, seek redemption in the Emperor's eyes.

RIP AND TEAR

Above the battlefield, two giants observed the carnage, one adorned with glamorous reds and pinks, the other in simple bone whites and muted greens.

“Is your little pet dead already?  That was fast.” Said one, the glamour stricken.

“She is at peace now, in the grandfather’s embrace.  He will show her the love she never had.” Replied the giant of bone.

“Yes, yes, of course.  All about this grandfather of yours.  But you never told me, how did you get her to fall?  Supposedly these Soroitas are quite…difficult.”

“I merely offered her a choice, nothing more.  She was stranded, alone, her mind consumed by despair as her body was wracked with plague.  All I offered was a chance, a chance at salvation, at freedom from her burdens.  She had seen the futility of her resistance, and she gladly accepted my peace.”

The Glamour stricken scoffed, “That’s it!?  That’s all it took?  If that’s the case, then they should be falling into my arms.”

“Your promises of pleasure are fleeting, but you cannot outlast finality”

“We will see about that, but now, I have some blood to taste.”

Rest now sister, may we reunite in the wasteland 10000 years from now where warp abominations no longer shackle us to their will.

I think I've contracted ultra-depression.

Man, now I just want to play darktide.

May you go in peace Sister.
You shall be remembered as a true servant of them Emperor, one who chose death rather than risk contaminating your comrades.

"I release the now from thine oath sister of mine, journey back to Holy Terra, our mother's warm embrace, to be there with the Lord Father of Mankind, under his caring watch, and know that I too shall one day join you!" - Excubitors prayer for the dead