Let's play WH42K - Epilogue [Completed]

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A) The prophecy tells that once the first god-Emperor of mankind has finally served his final duty, and ITZ beckons within the Imperium of Man, in Continentum Australia of Holy Terra, deep within a bunker, rests the new god-Emperor who shall rise the Imperium of Man to its former glory with the support of the Adeptus Astartes, who obviously were genetically modified under the model of the Neanderthal ubermensch.

His name is:

Cleveland Mark Blakemore

*Edit:

And he shall start the:

SPACE NEANDERTHALS CHAPTER

The Adeptus Astartes wins with a whopping 11 points, chaos trailing behind with 7. Shame. fuckin puritans...

Well, nevermind. You will know discover what it means to be an EXTREME space marine.

update forthcoming

btw: new factions may be added and there might be option to change during gameplay, depending on how things progress. also you might find the writing style somewhat unfamiliar since...well, let's face it, you're only commanding 1000 men.

also, needs moar update.

IT'S BETTER TO DIE FOR THE EMPEROR THAN TO LIVE FOR YOURSELF

IT IS BETTER TO DIE FOR THE EMPEROR THAN TO LIVE FOR YOURSELF

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Navigator Barenziah gazed once again at the cyclonic torpedo and viral bomb load counters; he was worried that he might be using them again soon. Word had already spread throughout the galaxy that this Chapter had ordered more Exterminatus than any other. The Navigator was none too pleased with the Chapter's split from the Black Templars, but he was the Navigator assigned to this battlebarge and a member of the Imperial Navy, and there wasn't much he could do. Not against the Astartes. Especially not against this Chapter of the Astartes. He glanced at the astropatic chorus at their cell. They were bound in chains engraved with holy sigils, and seemed to be always twitching in pain. Not a common practice in the Imperium.

He signaled the Adeptus Mechanicus to take over the navigation controls and surveyed the warp currents ahead with his third eye. They were unusually calm, and the path to the Cadian sector was clear. They would be there in days, perhaps hours. The Brother-Commander of the Chapter stood at his side, his brown-black armor without any insignias apart from the imperial eagle, looking idly at the dials and holoscreens that filled the ship's bridge. The navigator resumed his duties, wondering if the Inquisition was actually pursuing them. Sometimes they were just empty threats. But it payed to be on guard.

Barenziah thought about their mission. He knew the Gothic Fleet had assumed control of the skies over Cadia, but the Despoiler's armies were in complete control of the ground. The Brother-Commander had volunteered his chapter immediately to spearhead the counter-attack, counting with the orbital support of the Imperial Navy. Other Chapters signaled that they might be inclined to help, but not openly, because of their Chapter's current status. He doubted any chapter apart from the ultramarines would help. The Despoiler had amassed the greater part of all the Traitor Legions to help in his last crusade, and without a general mobilization of the Imperial Regiments even one or two chapters of Space Marines wouldn't make much difference. Still, they say doubt begets heresy, and heresy begets retribution. The Navigator shivered at the thought.

He was the first to feel the psychic blast, and rocked in his chair, grunting in pain. The astropaths started screeching and clawing at their chains, sores erupting over their skin and oozing. Their hollow eyesockets gleamed red, and the Brother-Commander, without a word, put a bolter round through each of their skulls. He looked at the Navigator, seizing in agony, and aimed his bolter. Barenziah croaked "The astronomican is dark..." before falling out of his chair, and meeting the end of the Brother-Commander's boot on his skull. A red mist was filling the bridge, and the entire ship seemed to be groaning, as if the metal itself was screaming in agony.

The Brother-Commander looked at the panicking techpriest, and barked:

"Why?"

"Sir I...I don't know. The Gellar Field is failing! The navigational systems are short-circuiting. Perhaps we've hit a warp storm but there's nothing on the sensors...I can feel the machine's pain, but I cannot soothe it, it screams, it is falling apart! We are doomed!"

The Brother-Commander collar-grabbed the techpriest and snarled at his face:

"What are the options, techpriest?"

"Sir, w-we can maintain course to the Cadian Sector...if the gellar field holds until then, we might be able to reach it, though I know not where we'll land, and I don't think the ship will hold...or we can disengage the warp drive and hope that we re-emerge somewhere safe!"

Do you...

Disengage the warp drive and pray that you end up somewhere suitable? One cannot fight heresy if one is wholly consumed by it! To travel in the warp with a faulty gellar field is more than a fool's errand, it is a suicide of body and soul. Let us live to fight another day!

or...

Do you stay on course, gellar field be damned! The Emperor shall spread his wings over us in our time of trial. Our zeal will get us through this. Our mission is to retake Cadia from the Despoiler, and if we fail at that, we might as well be dead. Onwards to Cadia and Victory!

D'uh, sucker question. Imperial Space Marines that shirk in the face of danger? Unheard of. Option B

disregard this post, i noticed i shouldn't interfere like this.

Option B all the way. Damn the danger and damn the warp.

My faith is my shield, my fury is my sword! Onwards brothers, to victory!

Option B.

AAAAAAAA

Option A, live to fight another day and all that.

Option A

A split from the Black Tempars that are even more EXTREME?? Lol, if that's so then there's only one option: B, NO MERCY FOR THE ENEMIES OF THE EMPEROR!!!

we are currently deadlocked. next vote will decide the course

(9 is a far cry from the 5 i initially predicted but hey let's roll with it)

I'll have a B please Bob

B takes the cake with 5 votes

EXTREME update forthcoming

PART DEUX

IT IS BETTER TO DIE FOR THE EMPEROR THAN TO LIVE FOR YOURSELF PART DEUX

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The Brother-Commander gave the order to the techpriest to maintain course. The techpriest intoned the credo of the omnissiah and issued the commands to the machine spirit, which responded badly. The ship started swerving madly from side to side, all its components creaking in unison. The red mist grew to a thick crimson fog, enveloping the insides of the ship entirely. The texture of the walls began to change appearance, becoming oily, wisps of crimson light sparkling from its surfaces.

The Navigator's corpse rose, its skull misshapen and one of its eyes hanging out of its socket, and started chanting something uncomprehensible. The brother-commander unloaded his entire bolter magazine on it, but the shredding of its tissues seemingly had no effect. The creature hung in the air, its various mangled parts maintained together by the pulsing crimson fog. It launched a bolt of purplish energy at the brother-commander, searing his face, and the brother-commander drew his chainsword and charged.

At this moment a squad of Battlebrothers stormed the room, bolters at the ready. The Brother-Commander ordered them to charge, and they complied gleefully. The burst of bolter rounds reduced the brother-commander's body to a smouldering pile of bloody organs. The squad immediately gathered around the thing that once was the navigator, and kneeled before him. Crimson sparks earthed themselves in their armors, while they took in the unholy blessings of the warp. They seemed unaware of the techpriest.

The techpriest, realizing now that the situation was hopeless, tried to disengage the warp drives, but to no avail. The machine spirit had been corrupted and was under the control of the Ruinous Powers. The techpriest now faced a dire choice: he could either detonate the ship entirely and let the abominations perish with it, although dooming the Chapter to roam the warp in their escape pods until the end of their days, or he could overloard the ship's warp drive and re-emerge from warp somewhere in the Cadian Sector at terminal velocity, probably with fatal results.

But the techpriest felt the call of the Voices, the alluring lullaby of Chaos...everything he wanted, he could have...If only he'd give in...The corrupted machine spirit beckoned to him, and he felt aroused as though he was still fully the man he once was, many ages ago, before the Mechanicus.

Do you...

Set the ship to self-destruct and doom the Chapter to wander around the Warp? It is a suicide mission, but there is nothing more glorious than battling evil at its very heart! For the Emperor and the Omnissiah!

or...

Do you overloard the warp core and hurl yourself at the Cadian Sector at relativistic speeds, without knowing where you will end up or if you will survive the journey? Fortune favours the brave. The entire Chapter will applaud you, if you succeed! And if you fail, they will never know.

or...

Do you give in to the Dark Powers? Sanity is for the weak! Imagine the power you could wield, with forbidden technology combined with your everlasting body! You could subjugate the Omnissiah to your will!

Choosing A

They allowed the Warp to take over their weak wills, so the entire Chapter deserves to die. A.

C as Cahos.