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Definately Salamanders or Imperial fists I think. Really like those two. Then theres always the DA... So many to choose from! O.o

My good ofcourse it will be a chaos marine.

No praying and stuff like that. Probably more of a slaanesh guy.

Blood Angels or Black Templars. Easy!

EDIT: Or Raven Guard!

Except IF have the added benefit of crunchy, siege-y goodness!

Ultramarines can actually make friends and have a functional betcher`s gland however! ...And they look better!...

SOFDC wrote:

Except IF have the added benefit of crunchy, siege-y goodness!

Ultramarines can actually make friends and have a functional betcher`s gland however! ...And they look better!...

Nah, I like the IF look. It takes HUGE balls to go into battle wearing bright yellow, plus the pre-heresy colour scheme was ALMOST gold.

And the IF have mustaches and beards. The only other marines who can claim such mustachioed awesomness are the SW, but they have to live on a death world instead of Death Star 40k.

XBOX Live - I am a Space Marine every evening... kicking arse for the Emprah/Chaos

I'd be a Space wolf. One that was tearing apart thousand sons.

Emperor's Children. Long live rock & roll and porn!

Blood Angles, Salamanders or Ultramarines... and then be inducted into the Deathwatch!

That would be cool

I like the deathwatch idea.

IFwatch ftw!

I wouldn't be.

I like girls too much.

Campbell1004 wrote:I wouldn't be.

I like girls too much.

So be an Emperor's Child

Slannesh has some wonderful Aphrodesiacs.

SwiftLord14 wrote:I'd be a Space wolf. One that was tearing apart thousand sons.

Excellent troll, sir, I think I'll bite! If you read the account of the battle, the Space Wolves did precious little tearing apart of the Thousand Sons. Oh, they rampaged through the PDF, but when it came to organized resistance from the Sons themselves, puppies started dying by the droves, with most TS kills attributed to the Custodes/Sisters of Silence and the collateral damage from the Sons' own powers. The only real win they can legitimately claim is the Primarch battle, and even that is tainted since it was a lucky shot likely orchestrated by Tzeench.

Omegus wrote:Excellent troll, sir, I think I'll bite! If you read the account of the battle, the Space Wolves did precious little tearing apart of the Thousand Sons. Oh, they rampaged through the PDF, but when it came to organized resistance from the Sons themselves, puppies started dying by the droves, with most TS kills attributed to the Custodes/Sisters of Silence and the collateral damage from the Sons' own powers. The only real win they can legitimately claim is the Primarch battle, and even that is tainted since it was a lucky shot likely orchestrated by Tzeench.

Because apparently I bash SW in every thread, and I wouldn't want to make Just Dave wrong, I will elaborate on this.

The Space Wolves, despite catching the Thousand Sons off-guard due to Magnus blocking his Sons from knowing the Wolves were coming, as well as outnumbering them as a Legion and bringing Custodians and Sisters of Silence (Who counter the powers of the Thousand Sons), were actually not doing very well against the Sons for much of the battle. The Wolves died in droves against the Sons, no match for their psychic powers, and even Custodians were shown to be killed by some of the Thousand Sons without much effort, two captains casually killing multiple Custodians with single attacks and remarking that "They're not so tough." Even with the Sisters of Silence, the Wolves couldn't gain much ground, partly due to the efforts of Phosis T'kar, who after killing one of the Sisters in melee combat proceeded to traverse the battlefield, sniping multiple Sisters of Silence from afar.

The battle only truly started to turn around when Tzeentch decided the Thousand Son's psychic powers were much too stable for his tastes, and caused much of their powers to backfire, which resulted in such things as a psyker of the Thousand Sons exploding with the yield of an atom bomb, and a friggin' Warlord Titan exploding as well, taking out much of the Thousand Sons' own number. And of course the Flesh Change began affecting a great deal of the Thousand Sons, crushing the defense effort.

Even the fight between Leman Russ and Magnus wasn't really a fight between Leman Russ and Magnus. It was more a fight between Magnus and the entire Space Wolves Legion and their allies, with Magnus focusing his powers not merely on Russ, but on warding off the Space Wolves from interfering, and on killing Space Wolves who dared to attempt to attack his sons, notably turning a sea into corrosive acid with a gesture. He was also destroying the very surface of Prospero, while preparing a spell to transport the rest of his Legion and the mortals who survived to the Warp. And Magnus was dominating Russ, until Russ performed his patented and legendary "flailed blindly" maneuver and scored a lucky shot on Magnus' one eye.

Thus ends the story of the Burning of Prospero, which tells us that it is in fact better to be lucky than good.

Purple lightning split the sky and the heavens darkened with the sudden fall of night. A deluge of black rain fell, soaking everything in an instant and saturating the air with the bitter taste of sodden ashes. ...A flaming giant descend[ed] from the highest reaches of the Pyramid of Photep. The crux ansata rippled with pellucid green fire, and kaleidoscopic bolts of lightning slammed into the ground, immolating dozens of the cursed Wulfen with every blazing strike.

Cracks split the ground and the waters surrounding the pyramid seethed and boiled with anger. Black waves crashed upon the shores, and the glass shards falling from the pyramid were caught in asurging, sentient whirlwind that hurled them like spears to impale enemy warriors and skewer them to the ground.

Magnus the Red was a glorious sight, his golden armour and wild red hair ablaze with aetheric energy. His bladed staff threw off blinding arcs of lightning that destroyed armoured vehicles in thunderous explosions. Magnus swept his eye across the horrified Space Wolves, and all who met his gaze died in an instant as they were driven to madness by the stygian depths of infinite chaos they saw there.

Beat that entrance. I dare ya!

Fallen Dark Angel

Omegus wrote:

Purple lightning split the sky and the heavens darkened with the sudden fall of night. A deluge of black rain fell, soaking everything in an instant and saturating the air with the bitter taste of sodden ashes. ...A flaming giant descend[ed] from the highest reaches of the Pyramid of Photep. The crux ansata rippled with pellucid green fire, and kaleidoscopic bolts of lightning slammed into the ground, immolating dozens of the cursed Wulfen with every blazing strike.

Cracks split the ground and the waters surrounding the pyramid seethed and boiled with anger. Black waves crashed upon the shores, and the glass shards falling from the pyramid were caught in asurging, sentient whirlwind that hurled them like spears to impale enemy warriors and skewer them to the ground.

Magnus the Red was a glorious sight, his golden armour and wild red hair ablaze with aetheric energy. His bladed staff threw off blinding arcs of lightning that destroyed armoured vehicles in thunderous explosions. Magnus swept his eye across the horrified Space Wolves, and all who met his gaze died in an instant as they were driven to madness by the stygian depths of infinite chaos they saw there.

Beat that entrance. I dare ya!

I think this works surprisingly well if it is read as if Magnus is a Egyptian themed bachelorette party stripper.

Think about it.

Yeah. It drives the Space wolves mad its so crazy.

Edit: and its got blades! That shoot lightning!

NO PITY! NO REMORSE! NO FEAR! Black Templars all the way.

CpatTom wrote:
I think this works surprisingly well if it is read as if Magnus is a Egyptian themed bachelorette party stripper.

Think about it.

Yeah. It drives the Space wolves mad its so crazy.

Edit: and its got blades! That shoot lightning!

Pasties of Tzeench FTFW.

Retrosplicer wrote:Thousand Sons Sorcerer (Pre-Heresy) Look at the library filled with so many damn books i could spend all day reading them then FIRE FRIGGING DOOMBOLTS OUT OF MAH HAND.

This. Oh Magnus this.

Salamander's in general(pyromania ftw) or pre-heresy 1k sons, because I'd like that magic sheet but without all the gribblies y'know?

Pre-Heresy: Alpha Legion or Raven Guard

Post Heresy: Alpha Legion, Sons of Malice, Red Scorpions, or Raptors

Black Templar:

Fleet Based: See the universe!

Neophytes / Initiates: You have someone to show you the ropes and chains!

You could be a hero: One day you could "have the vision" and get to use the black sword, black armor and kick serious butt!

If you get shot at; you do not get scared, you get angry!

Fine retirement package garrisoning one of their multiple strongholds - you would be spoiled for choice!

A Spehhs Wulf. Cruising around on a mother fething TUNDA WULF. That would be my life sorted, i would cruise to Asda everyday and feel good doing it.

Void__Dragon wrote:

Omegus wrote:Excellent troll, sir, I think I'll bite! If you read the account of the battle, the Space Wolves did precious little tearing apart of the Thousand Sons. Oh, they rampaged through the PDF, but when it came to organized resistance from the Sons themselves, puppies started dying by the droves, with most TS kills attributed to the Custodes/Sisters of Silence and the collateral damage from the Sons' own powers. The only real win they can legitimately claim is the Primarch battle, and even that is tainted since it was a lucky shot likely orchestrated by Tzeench.

Because apparently I bash SW in every thread, and I wouldn't want to make Just Dave wrong, I will elaborate on this.

The Space Wolves, despite catching the Thousand Sons off-guard due to Magnus blocking his Sons from knowing the Wolves were coming, as well as outnumbering them as a Legion and bringing Custodians and Sisters of Silence (Who counter the powers of the Thousand Sons), were actually not doing very well against the Sons for much of the battle. The Wolves died in droves against the Sons, no match for their psychic powers, and even Custodians were shown to be killed by some of the Thousand Sons without much effort, two captains casually killing multiple Custodians with single attacks and remarking that "They're not so tough." Even with the Sisters of Silence, the Wolves couldn't gain much ground, partly due to the efforts of Phosis T'kar, who after killing one of the Sisters in melee combat proceeded to traverse the battlefield, sniping multiple Sisters of Silence from afar.

The battle only truly started to turn around when Tzeentch decided the Thousand Son's psychic powers were much too stable for his tastes, and caused much of their powers to backfire, which resulted in such things as a psyker of the Thousand Sons exploding with the yield of an atom bomb, and a friggin' Warlord Titan exploding as well, taking out much of the Thousand Sons' own number. And of course the Flesh Change began affecting a great deal of the Thousand Sons, crushing the defense effort.

Even the fight between Leman Russ and Magnus wasn't really a fight between Leman Russ and Magnus. It was more a fight between Magnus and the entire Space Wolves Legion and their allies, with Magnus focusing his powers not merely on Russ, but on warding off the Space Wolves from interfering, and on killing Space Wolves who dared to attempt to attack his sons, notably turning a sea into corrosive acid with a gesture. He was also destroying the very surface of Prospero, while preparing a spell to transport the rest of his Legion and the mortals who survived to the Warp. And Magnus was dominating Russ, until Russ performed his patented and legendary "flailed blindly" maneuver and scored a lucky shot on Magnus' one eye.

Thus ends the story of the Burning of Prospero, which tells us that it is in fact better to be lucky than good.

Well to be fair the only perspectives that battle was seen from in 1k sons was Ahriman and Phosis T'kar, who, being the strongest of the 1k sons by a fair margin, WOULD be killing in droves.

But I would like to point out that it wasn't ONLY the flashchange that decided the battle, since every front Leman Russ appeared on instantly collapsed due to his psychic yell disrupting the 1k sons, and, you know, primarchness. Without the fleshchange I am willing to bet that both legions would have been annihilated, and then it would have come down to the custodes and sisters vs. Magnus.

Otherwise, I feel you summed it up pretty decently


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Thatguy91 wrote:Definately Salamanders or Imperial fists I think. Really like those two. Then theres always the DA... So many to choose from! O.o

Another dakkite who loves both fists AND tau!

Cookies for you!

Pre-hersey gotta go Imperial fists

post-hersey crimson fists

I love Omegus. Post something to make him mad and leave the post for a few days and come back and see all his jibber jabber. Face it man the Wolves won. To bad but better luck the next time. O wait the 1k sons did try again. Three times. Four if you count Ragnar and Styrbjorn sending him packing on Fenris.

Dark Angels Pre-and/or Post-Hersey,

SwiftLord14 wrote:I love Omegus. Post something to make him mad and leave the post for a few days and come back and see all his jibber jabber. Face it man the Wolves won. To bad but better luck the next time. O wait the 1k sons did try again. Three times. Four if you count Ragnar and Styrbjorn sending him packing on Fenris.

The Wolves nor Leman Russ won that day.

Tzeentch, and Chaos as a whole, won.

I guess if being a moron and being partly responsible for a loyal Legion turning traitor counts as "winning" to you then... Well okay.

I get you like the Wolves, but they didn't win at Prospero by virtue of merely their own awesomeness, after reading both A Thousand Sons and Prospero Burns, that's pretty obvious. Even the biased skjald traveling with them admitted that when the Sons employed their psychic powers, the Space Wolves started dying in droves.

Pre-Heresy Emperors Children.

Post Heresy Crimson Fists.