Charmingly grinded chicken

Dexter was once a poor soul, a shelf of a life working in one of the biggest furniture factories of the under hive: the Ikeatorum... A string of unfortunate and bloody events led him to a promotion. He and his crew would be in charge of producing and testing a portion of the doors in the manufactorum. Only after a few weeks did one of his crew members get crushed and split in half by one of the said doors, right in front of Dexter. The next day, another of the crew electrocuted themselves trying to set up one of the code panels. And this went on for a week and a half, each kill getting more and more violent. In the rare moments when Dexter could find the luxury of sleep, he was harassed by nightmares of his comrades being reduced to mutilated meat bags. This coincided with one of the frequent ration shortages, leaving workers to eat whatever they could to survive. 
One day, as part of a general inspection of the factory, Dexter was sent alongside the last members of his crew to check the various monstrous machines forging the doors populating Necromunda. A loud rumbling emerged from the depths of the "Björstka" section; they would have run away if the doors they came through and emergency exits hadn't shut down, locking everyone in. Frantically running without a thought in mind, they managed to lose themselves in the labyrinth they worked in. After two days of licking water seeping from the walls, through the deep rumbling, a voice whispered in Dexter's ear, "You are soooo hungry, let the blood flow, drink it, eat their flesh". When he next looked at his co-workers, they were not there anymore; instead, a bunch of human-sized doors were moving around, blinded by his door-hating rage, jumped on the first one, bashing its head, or handle, depending on the point of view, and took a bite of the weirdly fleshy and bleeding door being... It did not concern him as the last two were running away, ripping off a part of his prey, he immediately launched a part of it at one of the cowards, tripping face down on the floor. This one was not as satisfying, not enough action in his eyes, swearing never to use ranged weapons again, so when he saw the last being running away on top of some walls, he ran through a bunch of actual metal doors in front of him (debilitating him big time, having lasting consequences on his intelligence checks) to get to its final target, burning its flesh on a hot pipe before having a bite. 
With no target to run after, Dexter went on a door rampage until his hunger distracted him enough to go after some more food. Punching doors whenever he has the opportunity...

Brought Icarus (gunnies spire hunter) down