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A long while back I think I posted what turned my head to IG:
I just really like the idea that in all the fantastical, super powered, horrifying, tech-riddled future, there are still guys sitting in trenches feeling homesick. It puts humanity back into the fluff, and is what actually sold 40K to me as a setting rather than a passing interest.

The idea that the lowest rung of the ladder, the guardsman is both invaluable but knows he's fethed, spelt out in big crayon letters. The irony that the more educated you are (Schola, officers, etc), the more fanatical and closed minded you have to be, to survive mentally.
Anyone stopping to examine the scope of it all would likely crack and paint the inside of their helmet with a lasgun round. Assuming they could.

Nurgle because of brotherhood.
Slaanesh because of Wubs.
Just one big filthy party.