An idea that's been spinning in my head for a while
What does 40K look like when your peer under the stuff designed to sell the setting?
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Teeming trillions toiled about their days in peace - in hives, on farms, in cities and forges and starships. For every world which died screaming in the pyres of exterminatus, a hundred thousand more spun peacefully around warm suns scarcely aware of the horrors beyond. For every heretic or apostate, a million faithful held the line against the night. For every craven coward hding from their duty, a hundred stepped forth on far foreign worlds certain that the home they would never see again and those they still loved would be next if they didn't.
The bonds of brother and sister, of common humanity still remained. Parents wished for a better future for their children. Where there were wars against heresy and xenos, there were those who waged their wars of Faith against the ravages of disease and famine. The pen of the mundane adept which condemned thousands also saved millions.
The Emperor's divine hand touched the living souls of those in need, bestowing upon them the strength to endure even where they could not hope succeed.
Even against the Grim Darkness of the far Future, the best angels of humanity still shone.
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What does 40K look like when your peer under the stuff designed to sell the setting?
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Teeming trillions toiled about their days in peace - in hives, on farms, in cities and forges and starships. For every world which died screaming in the pyres of exterminatus, a hundred thousand more spun peacefully around warm suns scarcely aware of the horrors beyond. For every heretic or apostate, a million faithful held the line against the night. For every craven coward hding from their duty, a hundred stepped forth on far foreign worlds certain that the home they would never see again and those they still loved would be next if they didn't.
The bonds of brother and sister, of common humanity still remained. Parents wished for a better future for their children. Where there were wars against heresy and xenos, there were those who waged their wars of Faith against the ravages of disease and famine. The pen of the mundane adept which condemned thousands also saved millions.
The Emperor's divine hand touched the living souls of those in need, bestowing upon them the strength to endure even where they could not hope succeed.
Even against the Grim Darkness of the far Future, the best angels of humanity still shone.
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I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.