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titanomancy · 1 year
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Do not neglect the rites of Gellar field maintenance or you will have a bad time.
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bethanythebogwitch · 1 month
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Star Wars: we travel faster than light by moving through hyperspace.
Star Trek: we travel faster than light by forming a bubble around the ship that distorts local spacetime.
Warhammer 40,000: we travel faster than light by using technology so ancient that nobody has any idea how it works, maintained by the rituals of machine-worshipping tech-priests. These machines allow us to enter the Warp, a realm composed of every thought and emotion of ever being in the galaxy twisted to the absolute extremes of madness and corruption. Our trip is guided by a three-eyed navigator whose usefulness is the only reason he hasn't been killed for the sin of being born a mutant. The ship is manned by thousands of slaves and conscripts, many of whom have sent their entire lives aboard and will never be allowed to set foot beyond their quarters and workspaces. We all pray to the holy God-Emperor that the navigator isn't driven mad by his experiences, we don't fly into an unexpected current, and that the ancient shields around the ship don't fail for even an instant or daemons made of the worst thoughts and experiences of mortalkind will spew forth into our reality to drag the crew off to an eternal fate so horrific that none alive can even imagine it. As we travel, walls may start to bleed, arcane runes can appear by themselves, and the crew will be tempted into the grasp of the Chaos Gods by whispers in their heads. When we arrive, we may find that only weeks passed for the rest of the galaxy while the crew experienced months or years. We may even arrive to our destination before we lift. Hundreds of thousands if these trips happen every day across the galaxy and the trillions who die on the crews are a mere footnote in bureaucratic notes that nobody will ever read.
Star Wars and Star Trek:
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askmalal · 11 months
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Favorite Historical Miniatures Armies:
The Chaos Gods and the Primarchs
(The Emperor, of course, always plays with an Alexandrian Macedonian Army. In every period. And he always wins….)
Hashut:
Ancients - Assyrians, of course.
Khorne:
Colonials - Bavarian Nuns, Wahehe War, German East Africa.
Malal:
I mean, I’ll happily play with any army known as an unreliable ally…
Nuffle:
Does not fully grasp the concept. Routinely brings a “Magnetic Action Football” set. Given he’s the god of random chance, however… he often wins.
Nurgle:
Quite happy to play any army at the height of the Black Plague
Tzeentch:
Ancients - Early Maya. Soooo many feathers!
Lion El’Johnson:
Medievals - Crusader Militant Orders
Fulgrim:
Ancients - Purple, Hellenism, Fancy. Hence, Seleucids
Perturabo:
Ancients - Gee… I wonder. But also, heavy siege tanks. So, Ferdinands, Brummbars, Sturmtigers make him positively turgid.
Khan:
Medievals - Really? You really don’t know?
Leman Russ:
WW2 - Norwegians. Danes from time to time. He despises Nazis, and ordinary Vikings are… boring.
Rogal Dorn:
Ancients - Pretty much anything Roman will do.
Konrad Curze:
Renaissance - Prefers Later Hungarians. Will grimace and accept playing with a Wallachian Army if he must.
Sanguinius:
Ancients - Early Hebrews. Also loves running German Triplanes in WW1 games. Richtofen’s Flying Circus, of course.
Ferrus Manus:
Anything with lots of slow moving disgustingly armored stuff. WW1 tank forces, for instance.
Angron:
WW1 - Portuguese Expeditionary Force. A glutton for punishment.
Roboute Guilliman:
ALSO anything Roman. But there must be shiny eagles involved.
Mortarion:
Not much fun. Always insists on bringing the bio-chem warfare units. Every period.
Magnus:
Not really a fan of Egyptian Armies as such. Surprisingly, likes himself a good group of doughty British colonials, circa 1879. Eh wot?
Horus:
Enjoys selecting the worst possible Army or force for the period in question, and proving that he can beat you with it.
Lorgar:
Lorgar constantly attempts to design his own house rules for armies and periods only he wants to play. Once spent a summer running the other Primarchs through the Great Toledo War.
Vulkan:
Appreciates the entertainment of war games, but prefers the abstracts. Problematically, however, he -can-defeat your elite armored division using just the red side from a set of checkers.
Corvus Corax:
WW2 - Big fan of paratroopers. Refuses on principle to play the bad guys.
Alpharius:
Once defeated a modern British Armored Division equipped with Challenger 2s…
Omegon:
…using a group of English Civil War clubmen and a Japanese Type 97 “Chi Ha” with a broken timing chain.
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dancwart · 10 months
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The power of the warp is mine! Kneel before your new god! OC Fusion with Nito, made for the Paint-Water Death-match
(https://twitter.com/NitoTheKitty)
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gothgengargirl · 10 months
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𓂀 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝕹𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍  𓂀
Evan Shipard 
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Can you save us a bit of the overdone doom and gloom with a bright spot? Maybe an example of a villain getting what they deserve? A sign of hope?
I can provide both, anon! But I have different moments in mind for each. So I’ll start with the sign of hope.
From Titandeath, which focuses on Legio Solaria, a women-only Titan Legion, led by their Great Mother, Mohana Mankata Vi, the princeps and human soul of the Warlord Titan Luxor Invictoria. She’s already very old at the start of the book and is making plans to pass on the role to her daughter. She sustains mortal wounds in battle. And so her life support is, reverentially and with love of her family, terminated.
What’s remarkable about what comes next is that Black Library actually shows us what happens to a virtuous soul in the Warp in the afterlife. And it would seem that there is some hope after all.
This is a very long excerpt, but I couldn't come up with a way to cut it well.
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"A button press began the end of Mohana Mankata Vi's life.
There was wind upon her skin. She was youthful again, and free of the tank and the infirmities of age. Her steed Hamaj tensed between her legs, eager to surge forward into the landscape before them. The dark forest lay behind. Ahead, there was nothing but golden grasses as far as the eye could see, the kind of landscape a rider could lose themselves in forever. Downy seeds brushed against skin warmed perfectly by the setting sun.
'Come, Hamaj,' she whispered. The horse needed no encouragement, but sprang into a gallop straightaway, arrowing through the grasslands towards forever.
A heaven, of sorts. But it could not last. A diabolical laugh cut the sky, making it bleed. Grass wilted where the sound travelled. The earth shook. The wound in the sky spread its bloody lips. opening up a vista of madness, an ocean of energy where monsters waited to devour her.
'Stop!' she commanded. But Hamaj did not heed her, and plunged onwards. The ground shook and began to break into fragments. Soil frittered away into multi-coloured vapour. Grass launched itself at the growing rift like arrows loosed. An invisible force pulled at her soul, dragging her towards the waiting maelstrom of sharp eyes and teeth. Hamaj whinnied in panic and fell into the yawning nothingness. The last parts of the prairie vision evaporated, leaving her alone.
Otherworldly predators circled, ready to tear her to shreds. Mohana Mankata Vi screamed. This was the reality of the warp. This was what the Imperial Truth hid. At the last moment, she felt utterly betrayed, and understood finally why the traitors had turned. White-winged things with rasping mouths dived at her through looping whirls of impossible colours. She floated helplessly. Through will alone she shifted herself aside from a swooping beast, its razored fins caught her, and her soul's arm bled light. The creatures turned, excited by the sent of corposant upon the empyrean's current, and dived. She closed her eyes, wishing it all to be over.
A great song played. The loudest war-horn she had ever heard blasted across the non-space of the warp, and foundry heat beat at her back. She opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by a golden light, and the creatures fled before it. Trembling, she turned.
A vast being filled eternity. She had the impression of a human form though the entity was too large for a mortal eye to encompass. Its blood and bones were grinding cogs, its thoughts living streams of plasma, its eye lenses the size of galaxies.
An iron door appeared in the maze of machinery in front of her. She looked up, searching for a face, and saw a shining entity looking back down that turned from flesh to light to mechanism and back. Through the door radiated the familiar, plasmic warmth of Luxor Invictoria's reactor. She sensed its machine soul, more apparent to her now, not almost alive but truly living thanks to the grace of her Machine-God.
A voice spoke within her, beautiful as the finest singer, grating as the mightiest machine. Where there is service, there is life, it said. It is time.
Mohana Mankata Vi passed through the portal, where, for one last, ultimate time, she joined with the spirit of the TItan."
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darkmessiah2000 · 3 months
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When someone asks me why in Warhammer 40k the planet Cadia was so important
The reason in a nutshell:
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wordfather · 3 months
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doctor diagnosed me with oc sickness in the brain; the ocs will spin around in my brain forever and ever
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maddyaddy · 6 months
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The Primordial Annihilator is self-aware, after a fashion. It is fundamentally a universal force, or rather extra-universal, aligned with paranormal energies of our own universe, linked somehow through emotions and ideas. The Warp ebbs and flows. The dreams, hopes and nightmares of humanity - indeed, most sentient species.
The Oculus Imperia.
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sunnbnn · 16 days
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Dr. Ratio vs. Warp Trotter
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askmalal · 2 years
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“You are no brother of mine.
You have betrayed your bonds of fidelity to our father, and moreover, to humanity.
You have assailed my sons with ceaseless attack. From the rear. From within. From front and all flanks.
You have bombarded them with chemical munitions in the manner of a coward.
With four times their numbers have you assailed them, and with four times the losses have I repulsed you each and every time.
But worse than all of this, most insidious, most heinous list of crimes is this: you have done so without once facing me in battle, without once leading your men, and the turncoats from within my own Legion, against me. You have dishonored both the loyal and disloyal within the armies here arrayed.
And for this, most of all, will I make you suffer.
Run, Horus Lupercal.
I will harry you across the stars. I will break your cities. I will salt your fields. I will drown your sons, your daughters, your retainers, your very servants, in blood. Still, I will not cease.
Run, Horus Lupercal.
No wall will stop me. No fleet of warships. No towering Titan. Not even the hand of your fickle God-Things.
I will wipe the galaxy from every trace of your filth. I will throw down your monuments and high places. I will burn every trace of you from this reality, and the next.
I will exterminate your sons. I will murder, butcher, hunt, and excoriate them to the final generation until only those who refuse your treacherous actions will I spare, and this shall I do only to bring you further misery.
And when I am finished, Horus Lupercal, then will we meet. And then will the repayment of your debt be met out. You will feign bravery, but you will fear. You will feign numbness, but you will suffer unimaginable pain.
I am the Emperor’s Warhound. I am the Lord of the Red Sands.
I will be your oblivion.
Accept my last brotherly kindness:
Run.”
- Final Transmission of the Loyal Primarch Angron to the Arch-Traitor Horus after the Istvaan Atrocity, M32
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notherpuppet · 25 days
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Scenario inspired by this tweet
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canis-caro · 9 months
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I want to become cosmic warp soup.
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atomic-chronoscaph · 6 months
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The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)
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dreamerdagn · 1 year
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my tears of the kingdom experience so far
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