Lost faith

And as the days went on, I felt it spread. Wasn’t like anyone had actually figured it out, mind. They didn’t know the Prophet had lost his faith. But they knew. The war-shouts got weedier. Trukks went slower. Guns seemed to run out of ammo quicker, and cannons blew ’emselves up more often. The whole war got a tiny bit less holy every day. And it got worse by such tiny steps that nobody would’ve noticed. Unless they was looking, which of course Ghazghkull was. And I knew that the worse it got, the more he’d be sinking into that head of his.

Prophet of the WAAAGH