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Mr Nobody wrote:

DickBandit wrote:I've daydreamed about being the gynecologist for the Adeptus Sororitas.... don't judge.

Too late.

Listen, if I want to ensure that the last of their lady-bits are in proper working order and free of heresy, that's my business!!

Battle sisters are virgins right?

Oh dear.

Im afraid I would be forced into heresy if I were to take up that role

Me I'm a God towering above the puny motal, as they die for my enjoyment. Like Zues from the old Jason and the Argonauts moive.

Being an Archon would be fun I suppose. I wonder how souls taste? Then again the constant paranoia from rival kabals could get worrisome. Maybe I could be a Necron Lord, I do enjoy sleeping a lot. But, I'm most like my sexy Slaaneshi Lord of course, riding my phat tit-snake into battle.

Hrm, like my dream of being an inquisitor. Falling lure to the temptation of Slaanesh was so much fun...

Or my IG force, gak leading from the front, I'll just sit in my luxury chair in my baneblade....

I'm the imperial guard general who is right behind his men! (about 35 miles behind)

Follow me, men, I'm right behind you!

It is the only sensible way.
Never mind that drive me closer I want to use my sword nonsense.

Unless it's a power sword, that shoots electricity!
[See powerfist thread] 8)

ive always thort of my self as a space wolf termanator with power claws

When I think about myself, truthfully, in war, I put myself in the place of a Tau Etherial (my first 40K army this time round. Smurfs at 10 doesn't count, I tell thee...).

You know, unarmed, fairly pointless and overall detrimental to the performance of the other units.

A bit like a visiting Royal...

"Oh, hello! And what's your name? Alas'ssia? And what do you do? You pilot an XV8? Marvellous. And do you enjoy it? Lovely. And what's your name, young man?"

One of my sergeants, in the thick of it all with that lowest level of leadership, inspiring the men forward!

Just have to watch out for the commissars...

It's not me in that armor it's Vanilla Ice!

Like the others, I'm on the orbiting Retribution class battleship Ave Humanus directing the fighting. (That's actually the name I gave to my BFG flagship)

Inquisitoring would be awesome - imagine the stuff you could get away with!

Ive daydreamed of being a commissar like Cain well like hes is in the propaganda and about driving a baneblade over my dads house

Oh yes, yes i have . I envision and have modeled my Lord Commissar, and My company Commander after myself, say what you will, i just love the idea of commanding an army, being an inspiration to my troopers, and executing cowards .

here here man i wanna lead the charge

Jaon wrote:Battle sisters are virgins right?

Oh dear.

Im afraid I would be forced into heresy if I were to take up that role

Actually, its not a requirement, its mentioned in one of the Cain books.

@Guardsmen Nate: Yeah, whats fun about sending men to die just so you can get a medal, the real glory lies in killing things bigger then you with a mass of flash lights and bayonets!

I would like to imagine myself as an inquisitor, but half the time I always end up imagining myself as one of this lackeys. The horribly unlucky one whom gets referred to as patsy.

Patsy open up the book of unimaginable terror, I need to see its contents.

Patsy I have found this vile of condensed hopelessness, drink this to see what it does.

Patsy does this rag smell like a nurgle plague?

DickBandit wrote:

Mr Nobody wrote:

DickBandit wrote:I've daydreamed about being the gynecologist for the Adeptus Sororitas.... don't judge.

Too late.

Listen, if I want to ensure that the last of their lady-bits are in proper working order and free of heresy, that's my business!!

I don't think he was judging you because of that, I think it's your name.

I tend to imagine my games and models as a very cinematic pastime, not actually 'becoming' one of the troops but watching the epic battles take place amongst fire and shrapnel, I always imagine my troops as I paint them in the crucible of war, battling the enemies of the imperium, the blood and sweat glistening upon corded muscles as they drive sword and fist through bodies and xenos, the hearty cough of the holy bolter punching viscera into the air with every detonation, that glorious shout from the rasping throat of a captain to spur my army on to greater victories in the name of the emperor!

Holy_doctrine wrote: Patsy does this rag smell like a nurgle plague?

Pardon me miss but does this rag smell like chloroform to you?

What I envision myself as is in my name.

Someone had mentioned Zapp brannigan earlier; i have 2 things to say about that:

I am often willing to put Wave after wave of my own men at the commander's diposal.

When I'm in command, every mission is a suicide-mission.

and

Zapp: It's a desolate, ugly little planet with absolutely no natural resources or strategic value. Questions?
Soldier: Why is this Godforsaken planet worth dying for?
Zapp: Don't ask me, you're the one who's going to be dying.


Also I subscribe to the battle-field morale booster of: "Soldier you get in that sh*t and die trying to bring as many of them with you , or i will execute you here and now!"

you don't have to just meat grind your troops besides cain leads smart charges something akin his style if you wanna kill your own men that's all you man besides orks are not that scary in melee if you've ever read the last chancers, what more shouldn't be off blaming some poor cook or making your recafe wrong there lord Commissar.

I always thought that the players in 40k were their respective mandatory HQ choices.

I would like power armor/to be a marine. It would mean that I wouldn't be an insulin dependant diabetic and that I'd be immune to most modern small arms. I could be Iron Man :-)
But yes Vulkan hestan... artificer armor, cool cloak, flamer gauntlet cool guns and a stabby rocket lolly spear... what's not to love?

The idea of envisioning myself as a giant, smelly, unwashed greenskin with a foul mouth and an even fouler breath is not one I care to entertain.

Phototoxin wrote: It would mean that I wouldn't be an insulin dependant diabetic

Me too .

If i had 1,000,000 lives(and no diabetes...) Then being a Penal legionare would be cool .

I imagine myself as a Lord General sitting miles away from the front in my command Leviathan sipping a glass of wine while the troops die by the hundreds, not my company commander who dies every other game.

I usually name one of my HQ choices so that the name resembles mine. But never the one with the highest rank. For example my marines. The chapter master is still unnamed (and has never been used) but one of the captains is named after me.