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Terje-Tubby wrote:

The Acolyte wrote:This is possibly the best thread on dakka!

Possibly?
1. This thread
2. PEOPLE ARE KILLING 40K
3. GW`S worst models ever

MasterDRD wrote:*rips open shirt*

HAVE MY BABIIIIIES!!!!!!

(jk)

I think I laid claim to Seanron a few pages back when I asked him to marry me. Sorry, bud, get in line.

(:

Candroth wrote:

MasterDRD wrote:*rips open shirt*

HAVE MY BABIIIIIES!!!!!!

(jk)

I think I laid claim to Seanron a few pages back when I asked him to marry me. Sorry, bud, get in line.

(:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

if i ever stop loving this thread you aou have permission to shoot me

Candroth wrote:

MasterDRD wrote:*rips open shirt*

HAVE MY BABIIIIIES!!!!!!

(jk)

I think I laid claim to Seanron a few pages back when I asked him to marry me. Sorry, bud, get in line.

(:

*blush*

MasterDRD wrote:*rips open shirt*

HAVE MY BABIIIIIES!!!!!!

(jk)

I think I'm about to blow chunks...

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:

Candroth wrote:

MasterDRD wrote:*rips open shirt*

HAVE MY BABIIIIIES!!!!!!

(jk)

I think I laid claim to Seanron a few pages back when I asked him to marry me. Sorry, bud, get in line.

(:

*blush*

shut up you the honeymoon is over.



back to work

I volunteer myself as Personal Motivator! *cracks whip eagerly*

fallen_wolfborn wrote:

MasterDRD wrote:*rips open shirt*

HAVE MY BABIIIIIES!!!!!!

(jk)

I think I'm about to blow chunks...

Jealousy is a harsh lover, eh fallen?

Shall we see who is jealous of me for my armies of jam-covered SPAM cultists...

Wow.... I am one away from the one thousandth comment. This truely is an amazing forum.

Thousandth reply! yeah!!!

Epic. so amazingly EPIC.

What's next, then? Necrons, perhaps? (please please please please please please)

well thats good to here


BTW

first... + 1000

Nuruhuine wrote:

fallen_wolfborn wrote:

MasterDRD wrote:*rips open shirt*

HAVE MY BABIIIIIES!!!!!!

(jk)

I think I'm about to blow chunks...

Jealousy is a harsh lover, eh fallen?

the same applies to u.

Nuruhuine wrote:

fallen_wolfborn wrote:

MasterDRD wrote:*rips open shirt*

HAVE MY BABIIIIIES!!!!!!

(jk)

I think I'm about to blow chunks...

Jealousy is a harsh lover, eh fallen?

I think candroth gets him tho.

MasterDRD wrote:I volunteer myself as Personal Motivator! *cracks whip eagerly*

ok...?

Ahhh!!!!

There has to be the meeting between Creed and Magnus! The GK will most likely be pretty on edge around him as he was a traitor in the highest sense and as marines are usualy a bit harder to forgive..... this could be interesting. I see this as everyone getting along and taking the fight to the emporers enemies and crushing the xenos and heretics!

Then DLS, you need to get back either.....
-The Void Dragon and the Necron/Nid Leviathan hive Ship.
-The Imperial Fist flight from the squats.
-The Space Wolves and Leman Russ.
-The Blood Angels plague!
-The Eldar/Tau/Hrud.
-The Ultramarines being jerks and eventualy being beaten down!
-The White Templars
-The magic, sparkling dust floating in the warp!! (I had an spontaneous idiotic moment...)

I know I am forgetting so much more, but it most go on!

Advent wrote:Ahhh!!!!

There has to be the meeting between Creed and Magnus! The GK will most likely be pretty on edge around him as he was a traitor in the highest sense and as marines are usualy a bit harder to forgive..... this could be interesting. I see this as everyone getting along and taking the fight to the emporers enemies and crushing the xenos and heretics!

Then DLS, you need to get back either.....
-The Void Dragon and the Necron/Nid Leviathan hive Ship.
-The Imperial Fist flight from the squats.
-The Space Wolves and Leman Russ.
-The Blood Angels plague!
-The Eldar/Tau/Hrud.
-The Ultramarines being jerks and eventualy being beaten down!
-The White Templars
-The magic, sparkling dust floating in the warp!! (I had an spontaneous idiotic moment...)

I know I am forgetting so much more, but it most go on!

All these would be good. But it's the BA sub-plot that's making me Twitchy. NEED MOAR

Nuruhuine wrote:

Advent wrote:

All these would be good. But it's the BA sub-plot that's making me Twitchy. NEED MOAR

Each to his own... THE ALLFATHER NEEDS MOAR!!!!!! please...

As long as i get my fix of awesome i don't care what it is

Howdy DLS! because of your awsomenessly awsome fiction i've had to register! evil man you... anyho im Games-workshop staff will be based at either Cambridge or Peterborough... companys in a bit of a tiddle at the mo so everythings on hold for me. Anyhoo! just want to say your works not going unnoticed. Keep it up lad!

What about Abbadon? And Vulkan? And the Fists? And the BLUE MUHHREENS? Please, write more!!

Oreren wrote:Howdy DLS! because of your awsomenessly awsome fiction i've had to register! evil man you... anyho im Games-workshop staff will be based at either Cambridge or Peterborough... companys in a bit of a tiddle at the mo so everythings on hold for me. Anyhoo! just want to say your works not going unnoticed. Keep it up lad!

Holy Crap! Good job DLS! I also totally agree with you Hoverboy. So long as I get my fix of epicness, i am happy.

Now all we need is for Dan Abnett to register because of this. Wait, no, I didn't mean to say his name in va- *commissar shoots GundamMerc in the head for heresy*

The cramped chamber stank of damp and old gore, and was barely illuminated by the sputtering torches that hung from its low ceiling. It was a dark, oppressive place, scuttling, tiny warp-things clambered along the stone, moss-covered floor, hissing at the light and vying with each other in their petty squabbles over the filth that caked everything. The gentle tapping of falling drips resounded rhythmically from around the small room, drips of crimson and brown falling from cracks in the rough ceiling to tiny pools of waste on the pitted floor. One of the walls was dominated by a heavy iron portal, an ancient mechanical menace covered in rivets and rusted gears, lines and scratches covering its surface as if a frenzied animal once existed in panic within the chamber. A curious symbol of black and white sat at the top of the door, several intersecting circles and lines formed into a mockery of a face. It stared blankly at the figure who sat, cross-legged at the centre of the chamber, but they did not return its empty gaze.

The figure was a heavy-set monster of a man, if indeed a man he could be called anymore. His vast bulk was contained by pearlescent, blue armour plates, inscribed with gold and silver and the light reflected in dazzling colours off of its perfect form. About his person was several voluminous robes of purest white and grey, and along his waste he wore a sash of red and gold. Talismans and charms hung from his belt, and a heavy tome of deepest red sat at his waist, its pages well-thumbed and its bindings notched and battered. His head was unadorned, his gracefully horned helm sitting next to him, its cold, dark visor staring as impassively as the face upon the door. His skin was pale and unmarked, his hair a shock of black to counterpoint to the whiteness of his skin.

He sat with his eyes closed, as if in communion with himself. But his inner eyes scanned the currents of the warp themselves, their roiling and churning seeming as bright waves in his minds eye. His links to the warp had been weakened since the sundering of the Legions, but still he was able to discern the warp and its mysteries with like it was Childs play. Indeed, he had been summoned here to this ‘gathering’ via messengers in the warp, creatures that saw something to gain by sneaking outside the notice of the Gods. He had at first scoffed at the idea of the meeting, but as he gazed at the strands of fate, as he considered the shifting of causality and chance, he realised he had to be there, he needed to be a part of this meeting. He smiled ruefully as the great cogs on the door whined and an imposing black shape entered.

The intruder was a monolith made flesh, its blackened armour plates cracked and rent from a life of endless war. Archaic symbols and devices covered its armour, and a red eyed, beast-like helmet covered its face. The metallic visage was carved into the form of a wolf, with vast tusks jutting from its lower jaw. Its eyes were the deepest red, and considered the sitting figure with malice. It spoke with a deep, grating snarl, its voice warped further by the heavy grille set into the mouth of its helm:

“The Master will see you now Witchling, follow me if you value your life”

The sitting figure smiled and slowly opened his eyes, eyes that were the deepest blue. He nodded slightly to the hulking giant, and rose with a grace that belayed the bulk of the armour that he wore. He picked his helm up and slid it over his head, ancient automated systems whining as the ancient equipment locked into the slots of his gorget. The eyes lit a deep crimson to match those of his host, and the figure smoothed out the robes that covered him. He smiled inwardly, and with a confident chuckle, Ahzek Ahriman, the Exile and former chosen of Tzeentch, spoke with a voice that flowed like age-old water down a stream:

“Lead on Pawn of The Despoiler. Let’s see what new tantrums your Lord Abaddon is conjuring now, eh? Let’s see what new imagined injustices he can throw at the cosmos”

The black giant grunted in disdain and turned slowly, beckoning the Thousand Son to follow. Both the figures left the cramped chamber and marched briskly through several rusted corridors, all as poorly-maintained and abused as the chamber they had started in. Ahriman’s mind danced with the possibilities that this council would present, and smiled as the Warp reacted around him. This would be interesting, he surmised, oh yes, this would be interesting…

Hmm, very interesting.... Is ahriman with magnus and the other Thousand Sons or has he gone rogue, well again?

I cant wait has this will turn out. Im guessing Abadons Crusade against the gods isnt going so well....

The God of 40k Fluff wrote:Indeed, he had been summoned here to this ‘gathering’ via messengers in the warp, creatures that saw something to gain by sneaking outside the notice of the Gods.

Is this a council of prominent chaos marines in opposition to the Chaos gods? Interesting... What are the warp gods really up to, now that Nurgle has thwarted Tzeentch's greatest scheme yet?

WOW... I just saw QoTPA. I now see where you get your profile name DLS. I imagined your voice to be a bit lower though.... Funny stuff though. Im actually watching the vid where there trying to find you. Did they film all the game shops in the area you frequently visit?

Oh yeah! If you all want to see a little more of DLS, Go here http://www.youtube.com/qotpa#p/a/F9EE38B4871A97DC/1/9dK38We9JLg

I laughed my ass off.

The Black Legion with the power of Webway-Gate transportation... they had better be picking up Lucius, Typhus and Kharne (who survived the clash with Lemun Russ cause he is that badass) and then, with their powers combined, summon Captain Planet HORUS!

Daemon-Archon Ren wrote:The Black Legion with the power of Webway-Gate transportation... they had better be picking up Lucius, Typhus and Kharne (who survived the clash with Lemun Russ cause he is that badass) and then, with their powers combined, summon Captain Planet HORUS!

I don`t think they would need anyone else than Ahriman and maybe Abbadon.