"Get the cherry! Get the cherry!"

"I can't get the damned cherry, the ghost's right there!" He yelled, raising a bestial finger to point at the screen.

"Get the big dot then!" He gave a reluctant grunt as he jammed the joystick to the side, guiding his yellow blob towards the indicated disc. Needless to say, Khorne was not the calmest of Pacman players - much less so when there was money involved. Much less still when Tzeench, the Changer of Ways, was providing him with 'helpful' instructions.

All he had to do was beat the high score, a feat easier said than done when four, all-powerful gods had eternity to perfect their Pacman skills. Add that to the fact that he was running out of quarters and his chances weren't very good. A fact an unfortuanate Slaaneshi daemon had pointed out shortly before being thrown headless through the small window.

You see, Khorne wasn't the most level-headed of gods, even at the best of times. He was quick to anger and slow to calm. Now was definately not a time one would choose to be around him - and his rage was building. As you could imagine, now was not the best time for a power cut.

Good ol' Dame Fortune, you just couldn't depend on her. A second of darkness, of complete, total darkness was all it took. With a great roar, he hefted the tiny machine through the smashed window, landing it on the other side with an audiable squish.

"You done yet?" Tzeench asked, looking rather sheepish.

"Oh yeah..."

"Space Invaders?"

"Just try and stop me."