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Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
Nurgle, since he's the only one among them who welcomes all and actually gives a gak about his 'family'. Not to mention he has a great sense of humour.
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
Tadashi wrote:Nurgle, since he's the only one among them who welcomes all and actually gives a gak about his 'family'. Not to mention he has a great sense of humour.
I'd rather not feel like i have the flu the rest of my life lol Imo he really doesn't care about his followers the way a father cares for his children. I think it's his ego speaking not his true feelings. I'm sure he cares to some extent. To put in perspective what I think picture yourself looking at your painted models, then watching them die on the table top. Thats how I think nurgle feels.
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Making conspiracy theorists twitch since the year dot, and engineering the whole Starchild myth so thoroughly that people STILL won't let it go
Plus the Wizard of Oz reference is priceless...
Second Choice - Nurgle: the big smelly, diseased and good natured uncle i never had
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shadowsnip wrote:it worked for me.
Slaanesh all the way. Whats the point in living without pleasure. pleasure is the point of existence. Beauty and fulfillment.
And kinky sex with sheboys with claws
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The Viletide: Daemons of Nurgle/Deathguard: 7400 pts
Disclples of the Dragon - Ad Mech - about 2000 pts GSC - about 2000 Pts
Rhulic Mercs - um...many...
Circle Oroboros - 300 Pts or so
Menoth - 300+ pts
Tadashi wrote:Nurgle, since he's the only one among them who welcomes all and actually gives a gak about his 'family'. Not to mention he has a great sense of humour.
I'd rather not feel like i have the flu the rest of my life lol Imo he really doesn't care about his followers the way a father cares for his children. I think it's his ego speaking not his true feelings. I'm sure he cares to some extent. To put in perspective what I think picture yourself looking at your painted models, then watching them die on the table top. Thats how I think nurgle feels.
Still has a great sense of humor though, and he won't abandon you out of pique like Slaanesh, conspiracy like Tzeentch, or turn around gut you like Khorne. And even if your sick, your body is still stupidly enduring.
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
I don't really like the other Chaos Powers that much, since I don't really like the idea of being consumed by either lust or bloodlust, and I really, REALLY hate backstabbing cheats.
Ascalam wrote:
I'm going to go with Tzeentch.
Making conspiracy theorists twitch since the year dot, and engineering the whole Starchild myth so thoroughly that people STILL won't let it go
Plus the Wizard of Oz reference is priceless...
Second Choice - Nurgle: the big smelly, diseased and good natured uncle i never had
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shadowsnip wrote:it worked for me.
Slaanesh all the way. Whats the point in living without pleasure. pleasure is the point of existence. Beauty and fulfillment.
And kinky sex with sheboys with claws
The Star Child has a grain of truth. The Emperor cast out a part of Himself when He destroyed Horus, as told during Inquisitor Draco's audience.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
Father Nurgle! And ofcourse who can forget the lovely tzeentch!
"You have ruled this galaxy for ten thousand years, yet have little of account to show for you efforts. Order. Unity. Obedience. We taught the galaxy these things, and we shall do so again."
I don't like Tzeentch. He ruined the Thousand Sons and he's a backstabbing prick.
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
Tadashi wrote:I don't really like the other Chaos Powers that much, since I don't really like the idea of being consumed by either lust or bloodlust, and I really, REALLY hate backstabbing cheats.
Ascalam wrote:
I'm going to go with Tzeentch.
Making conspiracy theorists twitch since the year dot, and engineering the whole Starchild myth so thoroughly that people STILL won't let it go
Plus the Wizard of Oz reference is priceless...
Second Choice - Nurgle: the big smelly, diseased and good natured uncle i never had
Automatically Appended Next Post:
shadowsnip wrote:it worked for me.
Slaanesh all the way. Whats the point in living without pleasure. pleasure is the point of existence. Beauty and fulfillment.
And kinky sex with sheboys with claws
The Star Child has a grain of truth. The Emperor cast out a part of Himself when He destroyed Horus, as told during Inquisitor Draco's audience.
Assuming that Draco wasn't Tzeentch or his agent, in disguise, or that he didn't just, you know, lie (like the Inquisition has never done that before )..
Just because you cast off a part of yourself doesn't make you a god. It just means that you cast off a part of yourself..
If you want backstabbing pricks you need look no further than the Inquisition itself , or for that matter Big E
The Viletide: Daemons of Nurgle/Deathguard: 7400 pts
Disclples of the Dragon - Ad Mech - about 2000 pts GSC - about 2000 Pts
Rhulic Mercs - um...many...
Circle Oroboros - 300 Pts or so
Menoth - 300+ pts
Point taken, but I never said the Emperor was a god. And how can an agent of Tzeentch get close to the Emperor without the Emperor crushing him like a bug? When I meant that the Star Child has a grain of truth, I meant that the Emperor casting out a part of Himself was true, and the Emperor implied that this held open another path for the future.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
The Starchild theory is that he becomes a god iirc. Could happen, i suppose
Chaos stole the Primarchs right out from under him with no relatiation or action.
He's not always the most perceptive of people, or he would have noticed the chaos taint on horus and the others. Tzeentch does secrecy and infiltration very well, after all, and these days the Emperor's mins is far more on the Warp than the materium, if fluff is to be believed..
The Viletide: Daemons of Nurgle/Deathguard: 7400 pts
Disclples of the Dragon - Ad Mech - about 2000 pts GSC - about 2000 Pts
Rhulic Mercs - um...many...
Circle Oroboros - 300 Pts or so
Menoth - 300+ pts
If the Golden Throne fails, the Emperor could become a god, or His cast out self returns to restore His body. Or he could just die and damn the galaxy when the Fall of Mankind takes place and expands the Eye of Terror to cover the whole Imperium. But the Emperor is more powerful now than then though, since He draws enormous power from Mankind's collective belief in Him.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
This endless cliffhanger has been going on a while.
My personal preference would be for the Emperor to remanifest, greatly weakened due to all the bad stuff, yadda yadda, at about primarch strength, and slowly regain his former might as he takes the helm of the IOM again..
It would revivify the storyline without him being a total deus ex machinae that (supposeldy) could roflstomp anything else out there bar Gork and Mork
You could easily work the setting around it, as let's face it, they have done far bigger retcon damage to the fluff than this would entail..
*edit preferences- Nurgle 1, tzeentch 2- painting my FW daemon prince of nurgle, and the thing is fething awesome looking (before i butcher it with my lousy paint skills)...
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The Viletide: Daemons of Nurgle/Deathguard: 7400 pts
Disclples of the Dragon - Ad Mech - about 2000 pts GSC - about 2000 Pts
Rhulic Mercs - um...many...
Circle Oroboros - 300 Pts or so
Menoth - 300+ pts
Fluff actually implies that Tzeentch gets weakened whenever he's schemes are foiled by Nurgle rotting everything away. But I did like the Gheistos Cataclysm: "...the Great Schemer watched his brother gods squabbling among themselves and smiled.".
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
He's not always the most perceptive of people, or he would have noticed the chaos taint on horus and the others.
The Emperor was fully aware of the Chaos taint in his children. He struck a deal with the gods to make them in the first place.
You sure you want to believe that? That's what the Chaos Powers showed Horus after all. AFAIK, the Emperor used genetic technology to separate aspects of Himself and embodied them in the Primarchs.
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
I vote for, *meatloaf voice* ... The god of sex and drugs and rock & roll...
Come on, you dont have to have fun with the mono nippled claw deamons, just as long as your having fun thats all. No sickness, or blood, or scheming. Lol.
No thanks. Better sick and unfeeling rather than addicted.
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
Automatically Appended Next Post: I think i'd rather rot, but since Nurgle would likely get involved in that situation anyway...
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The Viletide: Daemons of Nurgle/Deathguard: 7400 pts
Disclples of the Dragon - Ad Mech - about 2000 pts GSC - about 2000 Pts
Rhulic Mercs - um...many...
Circle Oroboros - 300 Pts or so
Menoth - 300+ pts
Not to mention Khorne gutting you for siding with Slaanesh.
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
The Viletide: Daemons of Nurgle/Deathguard: 7400 pts
Disclples of the Dragon - Ad Mech - about 2000 pts GSC - about 2000 Pts
Rhulic Mercs - um...many...
Circle Oroboros - 300 Pts or so
Menoth - 300+ pts
And Nurgle rots the Slaaneshis' guts and gives Khorne and Tzeentch a rash.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
Nurgle gives Slaanesh worshipers the clap, he give Khorne worshipers Athletes Foot, and he gives Tzeentch worshipers some form of brain parasite or dementia....
In all cases, Nurgle wins
Beyond that, he is the only chaos god who is actually happy, and is pleased to "spread the cheer" as it were.
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