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voices-of-favor · 1 year

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Wroom wroom

Leaked 10th edition special unit for combined imperial armies:

The Warpig

Totally legit I promise

Become the master of your chief or something

#warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #wh40k #miniature #astartes #space marines #primaris #guardsmen #imperial guard #40k #40k meme #halo #warthog #halo mcc #master chief #halo memes

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madame-helen · 10 months

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#meme #memes #shitposting #shitpost #humor #funny memes #funny humor #funny #warhammer 40k #40k #black templars #guardsmen #lol #joke #parody #sarcasm #satire #irony

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bloodkrieg21 · 1 year

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#warhamemr 40k #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #orks #orks40k #space orks #40k #miniature #necrons #tyranids #space marine #craftworld eldar #chaos #guardsmen #tua #adeptus mechanicus #sisters of battle

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obvsdisturbed · 6 months

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Salvador, my veteran from darktide! Absolutely trustworthy, the sanest cadian man out there, I assure you!

#warhammer 40k #wh40k art #aldoodles #my art #warhammer 40000 #guardsmen #cadian #darktide #i lied #he is an absolute bastard #imperial guard

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valk-mymain · 9 months

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No you're Cring—

New random "cómic", idk if this counts as one (Maybe I'll color it at some point).

Which character will I draw next?.

And yes, it's a reference to the "thats cringe" meme.

#warhammer 40000 #artists on tumblr #warhammer 40k #warhammercommunity #fanart #oc #wh40k #adepta sororitas #battle sister #meme #astra militarum #guardsmen #tyranids

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forgefiend · 3 months

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Leman Russes have been deployed.

#warhammer 40k #guardsmen #astra militarum #imperial guard #games workshop #leman Russ battle tank #exterminator auto cannons #digita camo #desert camo #tanks

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tagedeszorns · 11 months

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I've never been a fan of Imperial Guard. I'm into Warhammer for Space Marines and Chaos Space Marines and that's about that.

But now I've read the short story "Knight of Talassar" in the Ultramarines Omnibus (there's some naming-shenanigans going on. Apparently this name was used for the Sicarius-Omnibus, which doesn't content the story it was named after. Anyway, I read the short story) and .. boy, oh, boy - those Krieg Korpsmen are just the funniest little fuckers!

They seem to be the Imperiums lemmings or something. Nonexistent sense of self-preservation. Totally eager to kill themselves to safe money in tank-repairs.

They even were ordered to act as meat-shields for Ultracius. A Dreadnought! That's about as effective as wrapping him in Kraft Singles.

Long story short: I love them. Dumb shits they are.

#Warhammer #Death Korps of Krieg #Imperial Guard #Guardsmen #Warhammer 40k #Chibi #WH40k

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apocalyptic-legionary · 23 days

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#corpse stash #40k #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #logan paul #guardsmen

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sculptorofcrimson · 4 months

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You speak of the joy of combat, the blood of the scars and the crimson of gore. How foolish. You carrying your master’s banner high in the air, of dying for retribution, for vengeance, for justice, for treachery, for power, for immortality. How naive.

How sweet of you to think your story will matter. How endearing of you to reach for the stars. How foolish, how tempting, how painful for you to dream of oblivion, of avengeance.

How foolish of you to try.

You will die, little lamb, you will die torn apart by our artillery, scorched to the earth beneath our thunder.

Hear me now, you bloodstained filth of the earth, little more than savage hounds thrown upon blades to die. We have come to kill you, and you have come to die. We will herd you into slaughterhouses and butcher you like cattle, and there shall be nothing glorious about your death. There will be only the humiliation of oblivion, of thunder and shells as His glory brings the very sky crashing down upon you.

We will drown you in lead, and trap you in steel. We will build walls a thousand times higher until you break yourselves upon our bulwark, we will rain death from above as you shall learn of despair.

Children of the dancing pale, abandon your hopes. Shatter your mirrors, and tear your last paintings of age-old glory to dust. You cannot dance forever, and your song has winded down to an end. We will sing you a dirge, a mournful dirge, of springtime lost and wintertime eternal as His machines grind your bones to dust and scatter you beneath their treads. Your artworks will be razed as your empire was razed, your precious stones lost as you have been lost.

Children of the dreaded night, abandon your dreams. Your empire has fallen, your siblings all alone. When you hunger, when you starve, when you waste away into a death you’ve staved off through the blood of our brethren, we will be there. When you crawl back to us to feed, with hungry eyes and hollow skin, we will be there. We will avenge our mothers you ravaged, our fathers you ravished, our sisters you snatched from their beds and our brothers you carved and butchered. We will avenge our soldiers, and the blaze of our storm will be the last thing your monstrous eyes will ever see upon this fetid earth. We are the tide, and we are unending. No matter how gracefully you dance, how horrific your song, we will drown you beneath our screams and the blaze of our guns. The song of our bullets will be the last you ever see, and we can die, happy, knowing we have been avenged.

Children of the metallic blue, abandon your guns. Shed your mockery of compassion. Blast your boastful taunts to ash. There will be no range you can hide from, no greater good for your lesser evil. We will find you, and we will paint the earth blue with your blood. We will hunt you down, and drag you to death a thousand times over beneath the fingers of ten thousand gloved hands.

Children of the blackened oblivion, abandon your slumber. You will scream as we have screamed when we crush your bones to oblivion, when we bury you once more in the tombs you have forsaken. Your dynasty will crumble like sands before our unending charge, your dead kings will die thrice more by our infinite hands. And when you gasp your last, the Emperor will gaze upon your broken bones, and smile.

Children of the bleeding crimson, abandon your axes. Lay down your armor, cast down your stakes and dream of death, eternal and unforgiving. The endless Emperor is with us and we are immortal. Your charges will break upon the bulwark that is humanity. Your blades will shatter upon the armor of our endless regiments, upon the wrath that is His divine fist. You can not win. Our soldiers will cull you from above. Our shells will rend your armor to paper. You will die not like a god, nor like a man, you will die like a rabid beast, screaming in the fires of His wrath. You will die beneath the storm of our guns and the hail of our soldiers. Tonight, there will be no honor in your death, no glory for your false lord. There will only be oblivion. Pray for us, crimson ones, pray for oblivion, pray that your end is swift, and merciful. For we are unbreakable, and our march is unending.

Children of the liar’s blue, abandon your spells. Your tongues are tied, your plots have faltered. We will march resolute, and we will bring you down. Even a treacherous worm like you must kneel before reality itself. Our soldiers’ blood will clog your feathers, their dying grasps will clutch at your wings and talons until bones shatter and you are one of us now, crawling upon the earth, mortal, weak, so incredibly weak, but without our armor of faith, without the eye of the Emperor. Our soldiers’ death grip will tear out your feathers one by one. Our guns will speak the final truth you will ever know as you die like the traitor you are, squirming, helpless, and mortal.

Children of the rotting green, abandon your anguish. Your pain is nothing compared to what we have endured. We have marched through hell, we have died in hell, and we have soldiered on. We are the Astra Militarum, and there is no limit to our wrath. Our barracks will run rampant with the corpses of your infestation, and your poxes will be crushed beneath the bulk of our endless tide, for we are humanity, and we are unending. The Emperor’s light will sear you crimson and pale, His vengeful glare will scald you from that which was and that which shall be. Death will reclaim you, as death has claimed us all, yet we will endure where you will not.

Children of the fervent purple, abandon your revels. It is we who shall revel in your death throes. You will find no satisfaction here, in the hollowed servants of His light. You will find only death, and the artisans of His wrath. You will be annihilated, your joy tampered by His rage, your dances cut short by incendiaries and blades. There will be nothing tantalizing in your death. There will only be humiliation, as the artillery annihilates your kind and our guns transform your bones to paste. You will be eradicated, completely and utterly obliterated from the face of His light, for that is the death from which no soul can recover. You will die, your song strangled, your dance interrupted, in a symphony of smoke and screaming shrapnel.

Children of the golden light, embrace your honor. Even in death, we still yet endure. We are humanity, we are the Astra Militarium, we have held the line for eons and we will hold the line for eternity more. We were those who stayed behind, cut to the last, shredded, flayed, burned, we are those who glared down the eyes of gods with men. We are mortals, so weak, so small, yet Chaos has yet to bring us down. The Eldar have yet to break our ranks, the Necrons yet to drain the life from our corpses. We were mortals, weak in flesh and bone, so fragile, so expendable, yet we held the line.

We are mortal, and tonight, we endure.