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So Ihave not read a ton of fluff about different factions just blood angels for the most part seeing as thats the army I play. But, anyway here is my question: What do space marine do in thier off time. I know in the codex is says that the blood angels pretty much sleep and recover untill next needed somewhere. But do they like have a life outside of constant war? Or are they just kept up like animal untill needed?
I don't know why i thought of this but i was just wondering like do they have hobbies OR something outside of battle?
tltr: Do space marines do anything outside of fighting?
"For the greater good....Of blowing your head off from the comfort of the other side of the map."
Most of their "peacetime" is probably while they're in transit from one warzone to another or doing guard duty on their Chapter Homeworld, but even then they only have about 15 minutes of free time a day.
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One of the older codexes had a breakdown of a marine's day. I think they may have had a luxurious half hour or so of personal time that wasn't spent training, weapon maintenance/etc.
I think most of them spent that doing more training, or in meditation. Remember, Space Marines are warrior monks. (for the most part)
Man sounds like a crappy life. Your a super human fighting machine bad*ss. Not even enough time to get a little tail from an admiring female. Come on emporer let your men have some fun.
"For the greater good....Of blowing your head off from the comfort of the other side of the map."
Omfgorzzz wrote: Man sounds like a crappy life. Your a super human fighting machine bad*ss. Not even enough time to get a little tail from an admiring female. Come on emporer let your men have some fun.
Most astartes would not appriciate such offerings of "tail". Seing how many Chapters make sure their marines are incapebal of sproting the hard equipment for tailgating. And fun? That is when you get Noise Marines
Depends on the chapter - a lot of it is praying, training. Some roles like techmarine and apothecary have other duties - techmarines might work on making artificer armor or master crafted weapons whereas apothecaries might research things.
Yeah I just wonder how they live so long with constantly always moving/training/other physical things all day long and only sleeping four hours a day. You would think that eventually it would break them down or hender thier bodies after a long long time of doing this. (Maybe Im just comparing the human body to the space marine body to closely).
"For the greater good....Of blowing your head off from the comfort of the other side of the map."
Omfgorzzz wrote: Yeah I just wonder how they live so long with constantly always moving/training/other physical things all day long and only sleeping four hours a day. You would think that eventually it would break them down or hender thier bodies after a long long time of doing this. (Maybe Im just comparing the human body to the space marine body to closely).
Yeah you are comparing them too closely. Space marines were bred to be able to function under said conditions, in fact it's possibly the most efficient way that they can operate. Also don;t forget that they can go without proper sleep for many days at a time due to one of their implants (can't ever remember their names). Blood Angels tend to spend it painting/other pursuits of artistic slant, it's all part of their search for perfection in an existence that they know is otherwise flawed.
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It's a different kind of life, plain and simple. Being warrior monks, their one and only purpose in life is to fight the Emperor's wars.
Even the 15 minutes of spare time that the Codex Astartes recommends to be used "contemplating the glory of duty in silent meditation" is seen as an "unbecoming luxury" by a number of Space Marine Chapters, and thus abolished.
The Space Wolves are pretty much the only exception from the above. Apparently someone felt that the standard Space Marine lifestyle is too boring, and beer and parties are cool.
As far as the effect on the body is concerned, they have ready access to the chemicals necessary to keep their organs running in balance, and with sufficient training and indoctrination the mind can be conditioned to adapt. Some real world militaries have or still do employ practices to train the efficiency of its troops under similarly stressed conditions - the Space Marines of 40k just dial that up to 11 to make it an everyday occasion.
03:50: Morning Call to Prayer: Initiates awaken their respective Neophytes from their comfortable slumber on bare stone floors. This often involves buckets of ice water, vox-casters playing hymns with the volume control knob broken off, or a power armor shod foot up the ass depending on the Initiate in question. Complaints that this awakening occurred ten minutes prior to scheduled reveille are met with readmistration of the waking aid.
04:00: Morning Prayer: Neophytes are berated for their perceived failings by their responsible Initiates, who are in turn berated by their superiors, up to the Marshal who berates the entire Fleet then swears a solemn vow to an icon of the Emperor that they will do better and prove themselves worthy by stabbing heretics in the throat with their swords. Tactics may also be discussed and orders of battle issued, assuming they involve rushing headlong at the enemy.
05:00: Morning Firing Rites: The Initiates school their apprentices on the art of shooting xenos in the face while simultaneously swinging a chainsword. This shooting preferably occurs while rushing across the active firing range in order to close with the target and hit it with the bolt pistol if possible.
07:00: Battle Practice: Initiates inform their neophytes that if they are done being cowardly whelps they may now avail themselves of a sword with which to stab gak.
12:00: Midday Prayer: Neophytes are told how poorly they did during the morning exercises, any sense of pride or joy is rooted out. The Marshal leads the Fleet in prayer and promises the Emperor they will kill more things even more righteously this afternoon.
13:00: Midday Meal: The chapter serfs provide cold cuts for the Brothers' enjoyment. Lunchmeat is usually collected by the serfs following each battle and stored in the ships' freezers. Naturally, Neophytes do not get something to eat yet as the Initiates insult them for even assuming they get to eat. The Neophytes soon learn that the Emperor has a sense of humor when the Initiates are informed that only Sword Brethren on up are allowed to eat.
13:15: Tactical Indoctrination: Locations of the vital organs and blood vessels of xenos species that may be encountered on the current Crusade are reviewed, occasionally an Initiate will cuff his Neophyte on the back of the head and reiterate "Yes that, you stab that slow." Other tactics may also be discussed as long as they involve inserting blades into things.
14:00: Battle Practice: Initiates attempt to kill their Neophyte with a powersword. If the Neophyte is not dead in four hours he passes muster.
18:00: Evening Firing Rites: Neophytes are instructed in how to operate heavy and specialty weaponry dropped by their responsible Initiate when he abandons it so that he may swing his sword with both hands to better kill gak or is eaten by a monstrous creature which he bravely(read:stupidly) tried to face hit in CQC.
20:00: Evening Prayer: After sort session of critique and berating, the Emperors' Champion leads a sermon about how awesome the Emprah is and how much He wants them to flay the current heretics/muties/xenos they are fighting with power weapons.
21:00: Evening Meal: A feast is served by the chapter serfs. Alcohol and anything that has a pleasant taste will not be consumed as the Emperor looks down on those that enjoy life. No hamburger, no cheeseburgers, no french fries, no milkshakes, no potato chips; you will drink water distilled from the Fleet's waste/reactor AND LIKE IT!
21:30: Night-fighting/zero-gravity Exercises: Initiates instruct their charges on stabbing things by the glow of a powersword and how to fight in a zero-gravity environment without thrusters (stab foe, use corpse as a spring board to assault another foe, repeat).
23:15: Sharpen your gak you incompetent, the Emperor reserves great disdain for those that kill heretics with dull blades.
23:45: Free time: The Initiate is free to challenge his Neophyte to a short duel. Wounds heal better during sleep anyway.
Note that this constitutes a day off for a Black Templar. A working day will involve 23 hours of rushing monstrous creatures with melee weapons. Neophytes are expected to pull bullet sponge duty so the Initiate is not distracted by little things like enemy gunfire.
DAILY RITUALS OF THE DARK ANGELS
04:00-Morning Prayer: The Dark Angels are roused from their cells to begin prayer at the leadership of the Interrogator-Chaplain. Prayer is extra long than in most other Chapters due to the existence of the Fallen THE DARK ANGELS BEING SO LOYAL THAT THEY WANT TO SHOW THEIR DEVOTION TO THE EMPEROR AND THE LION.
06:00-Morning Firing Rites: The Dark Angels take to the ranges to begin firing practice.
0 07:00-Battle Practice: The Dark Angels descend to the Battle Cages to practice in close-combat. Members of the Ravenwing will practice with their bikes and land speeders, while members of the Deathwing will practice counter-Fallen scenarios ENGAGEMENTS WITH THE ENEMIES OF THE EMPEROR, WHICH MOST CERTAINLY DO NO INCLUDE ANY OF THE SONS OF LION EL'JONSON.
12:00-Midday Meal: A light meal is prepared by the Chapter Serfs.
12:30-Tactical Indoctrination: The Dark Angels will engage in tactical briefings on opponents they will be facing in the future. Members of the Inner Circle will determine targets such as traitors from the First Legion THE NINE TRAITOR LEGIONS WHICH REBELLED AGAINST THE EMPEROR, BECAUSE THERE ARE ONLY NINE TRAITOR LEGIONS.
At this point a battle-brother may visit the Apothecary, while Interrogator-Chaplains will interrogate Fallen Angels they have been assigned to HERETICS WHO ARE AIDING THE EMPEROR'S ENEMIES, ALL FROM DIFFERENT LEGIONS AND CHAPTERS. 16:00-Evening Fire Rites: The Dark Angels take to the ranges to begin firing practice.
17:00-Evening Prayer: The Dark Angels assemble for prayer under the Interrogator-Chaplains, who have just finished torturing Fallen Angels SHOWING THEIR UNDENIABLE DEVOTION TO THE EMPEROR WHICH TAKES MANY FORMS.
19:00-Evening Meal: A feast is prepared by the Chapter serfs.
20:00-Maintenance Rituals: The Dark Angels will tend to the maintenance of their wargear, while also washing their robes. Members of the Ravenwing will perform maintenance of their attack bikes and land speeders.
00:00-The Dark Angels will retire to their cells for sleep.
RITUALS OF THE SPACE WOLVES
1300 - Wake Up from Hangover - The Space Wolf awakens from his booze/drug-induced coma and begins the day. Headaches abound. Aspirin is consumed by the ton.
1310 - Morning Piss - The Space Wolf empties the alcohol that has accumulated in his bladder in the Sacred Alcohol Excretion Grounds.
1315 - Morning Piss Ends - The Space Wolves have finally finished urinating.
1330 - Ritual Intake of Alcoholic Beverages - The Space Wolf now cracks open his first cold one of the day. The first of many. Cheerios may be consumed as well.
1345 - Firing Drills - The Space Wolf consumes another litre of alcohol before going out back and shooting empty beer bottles with his bolter. This takes place far away from the Alcohol Excretion Grounds, after that one time Brother Brynjolf accidentally lit his own piss on fire, and had to end up in sickbay until his beard grew back and he was thus fit to be seen in public again.
1400 - Freeze your Gonads - The Space Wolf sheds his armor and most of his clothing to wander around Asaheim for an hour.
1500 - Feeding of the Land Raiders - Space Wolf observes a feast with his brothers in honour of the chapter's revered battle machines. Blood Claws are still wandering around outside naked in the snow.
1530 - Boozing of the Land Raiders - No feast is complete without shittons of liquor. Ale and beer are poured and scrubbed all over the most honoured of the chapter's war machines. Many still have bullet holes, sometimes allowing beer to get into the exhaust ports and make for kickass explosions later. Blood Claws are still wandering around outside naked in the snow.
1600 - Wolf your Wolf - Grey Hunters and older Space Wolves take this time to play with their favourite 4-legged companions. Blood Claws are still wandering around outside naked in the snow.
1630 - Save the Blood Claws - Blood Claws are brought in from the cold. Most are frozen blue or black - and hungry for more.
1700 - Evening feast - Eat. Drink. Start brawls. The usual non-warzone Space Wolf thing.
1800 - Try to wake up Bjorn.
1810 - Give up, try to find something fun on the in the Vox Saga.
1900 - Night gakker break.
2000 - Night firing drills - Much to the Iron Priest's dismay, the Space Wolf has used up the last bolter shell in the Chapter's stock of ammunition.
2100 - Ritual Intake of Narcotics and Purging of Testicles - Bitches and blow.
0500 - Daily Rest - The Space Wolf passes out.
(A few of the more popular chapters have these on 1d4chan)
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03:50: Morning Call to Prayer: Initiates awaken their respective Neophytes from their comfortable slumber on bare stone floors. This often involves buckets of ice water, vox-casters playing hymns with the volume control knob broken off, or a power armor shod foot up the ass depending on the Initiate in question. Complaints that this awakening occurred ten minutes prior to scheduled reveille are met with readmistration of the waking aid.
04:00: Morning Prayer: Neophytes are berated for their perceived failings by their responsible Initiates, who are in turn berated by their superiors, up to the Marshal who berates the entire Fleet then swears a solemn vow to an icon of the Emperor that they will do better and prove themselves worthy by stabbing heretics in the throat with their swords. Tactics may also be discussed and orders of battle issued, assuming they involve rushing headlong at the enemy.
05:00: Morning Firing Rites: The Initiates school their apprentices on the art of shooting xenos in the face while simultaneously swinging a chainsword. This shooting preferably occurs while rushing across the active firing range in order to close with the target and hit it with the bolt pistol if possible.
07:00: Battle Practice: Initiates inform their neophytes that if they are done being cowardly whelps they may now avail themselves of a sword with which to stab gak.
12:00: Midday Prayer: Neophytes are told how poorly they did during the morning exercises, any sense of pride or joy is rooted out. The Marshal leads the Fleet in prayer and promises the Emperor they will kill more things even more righteously this afternoon.
13:00: Midday Meal: The chapter serfs provide cold cuts for the Brothers' enjoyment. Lunchmeat is usually collected by the serfs following each battle and stored in the ships' freezers. Naturally, Neophytes do not get something to eat yet as the Initiates insult them for even assuming they get to eat. The Neophytes soon learn that the Emperor has a sense of humor when the Initiates are informed that only Sword Brethren on up are allowed to eat.
13:15: Tactical Indoctrination: Locations of the vital organs and blood vessels of xenos species that may be encountered on the current Crusade are reviewed, occasionally an Initiate will cuff his Neophyte on the back of the head and reiterate "Yes that, you stab that slow." Other tactics may also be discussed as long as they involve inserting blades into things.
14:00: Battle Practice: Initiates attempt to kill their Neophyte with a powersword. If the Neophyte is not dead in four hours he passes muster.
18:00: Evening Firing Rites: Neophytes are instructed in how to operate heavy and specialty weaponry dropped by their responsible Initiate when he abandons it so that he may swing his sword with both hands to better kill gak or is eaten by a monstrous creature which he bravely(read:stupidly) tried to face hit in CQC.
20:00: Evening Prayer: After sort session of critique and berating, the Emperors' Champion leads a sermon about how awesome the Emprah is and how much He wants them to flay the current heretics/muties/xenos they are fighting with power weapons.
21:00: Evening Meal: A feast is served by the chapter serfs. Alcohol and anything that has a pleasant taste will not be consumed as the Emperor looks down on those that enjoy life. No hamburger, no cheeseburgers, no french fries, no milkshakes, no potato chips; you will drink water distilled from the Fleet's waste/reactor AND LIKE IT!
21:30: Night-fighting/zero-gravity Exercises: Initiates instruct their charges on stabbing things by the glow of a powersword and how to fight in a zero-gravity environment without thrusters (stab foe, use corpse as a spring board to assault another foe, repeat).
23:15: Sharpen your gak you incompetent, the Emperor reserves great disdain for those that kill heretics with dull blades.
23:45: Free time: The Initiate is free to challenge his Neophyte to a short duel. Wounds heal better during sleep anyway.
Note that this constitutes a day off for a Black Templar. A working day will involve 23 hours of rushing monstrous creatures with melee weapons. Neophytes are expected to pull bullet sponge duty so the Initiate is not distracted by little things like enemy gunfire.
DAILY RITUALS OF THE DARK ANGELS
04:00-Morning Prayer: The Dark Angels are roused from their cells to begin prayer at the leadership of the Interrogator-Chaplain. Prayer is extra long than in most other Chapters due to the existence of the Fallen THE DARK ANGELS BEING SO LOYAL THAT THEY WANT TO SHOW THEIR DEVOTION TO THE EMPEROR AND THE LION.
06:00-Morning Firing Rites: The Dark Angels take to the ranges to begin firing practice.
0 07:00-Battle Practice: The Dark Angels descend to the Battle Cages to practice in close-combat. Members of the Ravenwing will practice with their bikes and land speeders, while members of the Deathwing will practice counter-Fallen scenarios ENGAGEMENTS WITH THE ENEMIES OF THE EMPEROR, WHICH MOST CERTAINLY DO NO INCLUDE ANY OF THE SONS OF LION EL'JONSON.
12:00-Midday Meal: A light meal is prepared by the Chapter Serfs.
12:30-Tactical Indoctrination: The Dark Angels will engage in tactical briefings on opponents they will be facing in the future. Members of the Inner Circle will determine targets such as traitors from the First Legion THE NINE TRAITOR LEGIONS WHICH REBELLED AGAINST THE EMPEROR, BECAUSE THERE ARE ONLY NINE TRAITOR LEGIONS.
At this point a battle-brother may visit the Apothecary, while Interrogator-Chaplains will interrogate Fallen Angels they have been assigned to HERETICS WHO ARE AIDING THE EMPEROR'S ENEMIES, ALL FROM DIFFERENT LEGIONS AND CHAPTERS. 16:00-Evening Fire Rites: The Dark Angels take to the ranges to begin firing practice.
17:00-Evening Prayer: The Dark Angels assemble for prayer under the Interrogator-Chaplains, who have just finished torturing Fallen Angels SHOWING THEIR UNDENIABLE DEVOTION TO THE EMPEROR WHICH TAKES MANY FORMS.
19:00-Evening Meal: A feast is prepared by the Chapter serfs.
20:00-Maintenance Rituals: The Dark Angels will tend to the maintenance of their wargear, while also washing their robes. Members of the Ravenwing will perform maintenance of their attack bikes and land speeders.
00:00-The Dark Angels will retire to their cells for sleep.
RITUALS OF THE SPACE WOLVES
1300 - Wake Up from Hangover - The Space Wolf awakens from his booze/drug-induced coma and begins the day. Headaches abound. Aspirin is consumed by the ton.
1310 - Morning Piss - The Space Wolf empties the alcohol that has accumulated in his bladder in the Sacred Alcohol Excretion Grounds.
1315 - Morning Piss Ends - The Space Wolves have finally finished urinating.
1330 - Ritual Intake of Alcoholic Beverages - The Space Wolf now cracks open his first cold one of the day. The first of many. Cheerios may be consumed as well.
1345 - Firing Drills - The Space Wolf consumes another litre of alcohol before going out back and shooting empty beer bottles with his bolter. This takes place far away from the Alcohol Excretion Grounds, after that one time Brother Brynjolf accidentally lit his own piss on fire, and had to end up in sickbay until his beard grew back and he was thus fit to be seen in public again.
1400 - Freeze your Gonads - The Space Wolf sheds his armor and most of his clothing to wander around Asaheim for an hour.
1500 - Feeding of the Land Raiders - Space Wolf observes a feast with his brothers in honour of the chapter's revered battle machines. Blood Claws are still wandering around outside naked in the snow.
1530 - Boozing of the Land Raiders - No feast is complete without shittons of liquor. Ale and beer are poured and scrubbed all over the most honoured of the chapter's war machines. Many still have bullet holes, sometimes allowing beer to get into the exhaust ports and make for kickass explosions later. Blood Claws are still wandering around outside naked in the snow.
1600 - Wolf your Wolf - Grey Hunters and older Space Wolves take this time to play with their favourite 4-legged companions. Blood Claws are still wandering around outside naked in the snow.
1630 - Save the Blood Claws - Blood Claws are brought in from the cold. Most are frozen blue or black - and hungry for more.
1700 - Evening feast - Eat. Drink. Start brawls. The usual non-warzone Space Wolf thing.
1800 - Try to wake up Bjorn.
1810 - Give up, try to find something fun on the in the Vox Saga.
1900 - Night gakker break.
2000 - Night firing drills - Much to the Iron Priest's dismay, the Space Wolf has used up the last bolter shell in the Chapter's stock of ammunition.
2100 - Ritual Intake of Narcotics and Purging of Testicles - Bitches and blow.
0500 - Daily Rest - The Space Wolf passes out.
(A few of the more popular chapters have these on 1d4chan)
I thought both blood angels and salamanders spent a lot of time being doing arts and crafts to make their bolters look nicer to whichever unfortunate xeno/heretic/demon is staring down the barrel befor BLAM
1300 - Wake Up from Hangover - The Space Wolf awakens from his booze/drug-induced coma and begins the day. Headaches abound. Aspirin is consumed by the ton.
1310 - Morning Piss - The Space Wolf empties the alcohol that has accumulated in his bladder in the Sacred Alcohol Excretion Grounds.
1315 - Morning Piss Ends - The Space Wolves have finally finished urinating.
1330 - Ritual Intake of Alcoholic Beverages - The Space Wolf now cracks open his first cold one of the day. The first of many. Cheerios may be consumed as well.
1345 - Firing Drills - The Space Wolf consumes another litre of alcohol before going out back and shooting empty beer bottles with his bolter. This takes place far away from the Alcohol Excretion Grounds, after that one time Brother Brynjolf accidentally lit his own piss on fire, and had to end up in sickbay until his beard grew back and he was thus fit to be seen in public again.
1400 - Freeze your Gonads - The Space Wolf sheds his armor and most of his clothing to wander around Asaheim for an hour.
1500 - Feeding of the Land Raiders - Space Wolf observes a feast with his brothers in honour of the chapter's revered battle machines. Blood Claws are still wandering around outside naked in the snow.
1530 - Boozing of the Land Raiders - No feast is complete without shittons of liquor. Ale and beer are poured and scrubbed all over the most honoured of the chapter's war machines. Many still have bullet holes, sometimes allowing beer to get into the exhaust ports and make for kickass explosions later. Blood Claws are still wandering around outside naked in the snow.
1600 - Wolf your Wolf - Grey Hunters and older Space Wolves take this time to play with their favourite 4-legged companions. Blood Claws are still wandering around outside naked in the snow.
1630 - Save the Blood Claws - Blood Claws are brought in from the cold. Most are frozen blue or black - and hungry for more.
1700 - Evening feast - Eat. Drink. Start brawls. The usual non-warzone Space Wolf thing.
1800 - Try to wake up Bjorn.
1810 - Give up, try to find something fun on the in the Vox Saga.
1900 - Night gakker break.
2000 - Night firing drills - Much to the Iron Priest's dismay, the Space Wolf has used up the last bolter shell in the Chapter's stock of ammunition.
2100 - Ritual Intake of Narcotics and Purging of Testicles - Bitches and blow.
0500 - Daily Rest - The Space Wolf passes out.
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Remember that Marines are not human on a mental level. All their instincts and metal processes have been completely altered.
They have no sex drive and live only for warfare.
That said, a marine is still going to be fully functional. But its as if the wiring has just been cut.
So if something can restart the sex drive the marine can function.
Self-proclaimed evil Cat-person. Dues Ex Felines
Cato Sicarius, after force feeding Captain Ventris a copy of the Codex Astartes for having the audacity to play Deathwatch, chokes to death on his own D-baggery after finding Calgar assembling his new Eldar army.
The Minotaurs probably kiss the asses of the High Lords of Terra in their free time as well as randomly go on killing sprees in remote areas.
Red Scorpions probably snort coke in their free time.
Blood Ravens probably steal candy from quadriplegic children being the kleptomaniacs they are.
Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
ADB: I showed the Wolves revealing the key weakness at the heart of the World Eaters; showing Angron that his Legion was broken and worthless compared to the others; that he was the one primarch who couldn't trust his own warriors, and that they didn't care if he lived or died; showing that loyalty to brothers and sons is the heart of success for the Legiones Astartes, to the point even Lorgar makes a big deal out of saying the World Eaters and their primarch were massively outclassed by Russ, and Angron was too stupid to see the lesson Russ had sacrificed time, sweat, and blood, to teach. We're talking about a battle the Wolves won, by isolating the enemy general through pack tactics, and threatening to kill him, without a hope of defending himself. It was a balance, 50/50 - Angron overpowered Russ, and the Wolves were losing ground to the World Eaters; but Russ and his warriors had Angron by the balls, and barely broke a sweat. They won, no question. Lorgar even says: "The Wolves won, meathead."
Dorn won’t help you either. He’s too busy being the Emperor’s groundskeeper, hiding behind the palace walls. The Wolf is too busy cutting off heads as our father’s executioner, while the Lion holds on to his secrets, and has no special fondness for you. Who else will come? Not Ferrus, certainly. Nor Corax either. Even as we speak, I suspect he flees for Deliverance. Sanguinius?’ Curze laughed cruelly. ‘The angel is more cursed than I. The Khan? He does not wish to be found. So who is left? No one, Vulkan. None of them will come. You are simply not that important. You are alone.’ Konrad Curze to Vulkan
Omfgorzzz wrote: Man sounds like a crappy life. Your a super human fighting machine bad*ss. Not even enough time to get a little tail from an admiring female. Come on emporer let your men have some fun.
This is why everyone joins the Red Corsairs. Its a known fact that Huron's forces now rival the Legions of old, and while this has been a point of contention for many players, it ultimately comes down to the fact that the ladies are totally down with pirates. And since Huron captured the Wolf of Fenris, the renegade Space Wolves have set up some of the loosest pubs and clubs this side of Segmentum Ultima.
Grey Templar wrote:That said, a marine is still going to be fully functional. But its as if the wiring has just been cut.
Source?
Sorry, I couldn't resist. I find it too amusing how Marines absolutely have to have fully working penises when the alternative is much more likely. Apparently, without a dick, they'd suddenly be "unmanly"?
BlaxicanX wrote: They do the same thing off-duty that Sororitas do.
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I don't need a source. You need a source to say they DON'T have one.
Nothing has ever said they are incapable of having sex, from a biological stand point.
I am confidant they lack any sort of mental ability to do it. Their brain may simply not be able to cause an erection. Doesn't mean its impossable.
Its like if you disengaged the key from the starter on a car. It has all the parts necessary, it just can't send the signal to do it.
Self-proclaimed evil Cat-person. Dues Ex Felines
Cato Sicarius, after force feeding Captain Ventris a copy of the Codex Astartes for having the audacity to play Deathwatch, chokes to death on his own D-baggery after finding Calgar assembling his new Eldar army.
So your claim is based on personal opinion. You should point that out when you make a post like that.
My personal opinion is that in a setting where people plug in tubes in their heads to interface with cybernetic machinery, it would be far more efficient for Astartes to simply have a "plug" down there with which they can interface with their power armour's waste recycler directly rather than having to fumble with an alternate means of connection. Also eliminates chafing and waste of space in the lower armour section. And that's before we touch upon the potential effects of their completely imbalanced body chemistry (see: atrophied genitalia for real life body builders) and the Emperor's lack of reason for why he should let them keep such useless equipment in a working condition. You said it yourself, "if something can restart the sex drive the Marine can function" - sounds like an obvious safety risk to me, considering the one and only purpose of Astartes is to make war. Then again, I have subscribed to the school of thought that the Emperor view the Space Marines as a temporary measure which was supposed to be phased out after the conclusion of the Great Crusade, rather than creating a potential replacement for normal humans, so of course that has affected my position as well.
But hey, if you need your Marines to have working wangs (the very fact you even pointed this out when the topic was not about Marine dicks at all probably means it has some importance?), go ahead - we all pull our own interpretations and neither of us can be wrong. I'm merely cautioning about making them sound like facts that other people have to pick up.
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Space Marines are normal human males that have had some implants added to their body.
Nothing has ever been stated as having been removed.
Therefore, unless somthing says otherwise, they still retain all their parts.
The burden of proof is on the person claiming they lack reproductive organs, not the person claiming they don't.
Self-proclaimed evil Cat-person. Dues Ex Felines
Cato Sicarius, after force feeding Captain Ventris a copy of the Codex Astartes for having the audacity to play Deathwatch, chokes to death on his own D-baggery after finding Calgar assembling his new Eldar army.
Omfgorzzz wrote: Man sounds like a crappy life. Your a super human fighting machine bad*ss. Not even enough time to get a little tail from an admiring female. Come on emporer let your men have some fun.
There would be no point; Space Marines are not actually capable of that anyway.
Space Marines WERE normal human males. Who hadn't hit puberty yet I should note.
They are not human any more. The process that makes a space marine changes their body, genetics, and mindset too much for htemi to be considered human.
Space Marines are more divergent from humanity than Ogryns and Ratlings. In-universe, neither of them are considered human either.
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