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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/28 11:01:35
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Daring Dark Eldar Raider Rider
In your nightmares...
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This thread is designed for new players who know little to nothing about 40k's background, and is a brief run-down of the races and their roles... if 40k was a dinner party and all the races were businessmen.
Each race is represented by a single person. This person embodies everything about the race.
The party itself is hosted by Imperium of Man, a formerly successful businessman who is slowly but surely having his expenses taken away by the other people at the party. He employs Space Marine as his bodyguard, and the two will actively help each other with all situations.
Chaos doesn't like Imperium and Imperium does not like Chaos. In fact, Chaos wasn't invited but just so happens to be the type of person that finds his way into everything people don't want him into. He is the main reason Imperium is losing control of his investments.
Eldar doesn't really trust people and has no interest in Imperium's investments, but will do anything to protect her own finances. She hates Chaos and will help Imperium against him if necessary.
Dark Eldar is Eldar's evil cousin. He doesn't so much work to steal people's investments, but will do so if the opportunity presents himself. Dark Eldar is a genius and everyone at the party keeps a close eye on him in case he starts hitting on their wives.
Tau isn't so much stealing Imperium's investments but trying to convert him to Tau's new religion. Imperium doesn't like this idea, as he is firmly entrenched in his own beliefs, and so the two often come into conflict.
It seems like Ork was always at the party. He's infamous around town for being the first to start the fights, and though he hasn't got the patience or intelligence for business he has developed a knack for being anywhere there is the slightest chance of a fight. It is rumoured that he is wanted by the FBI for multiple charges, including assault and armed robbery.
Nobody likes Necron. He is the geriatric that was sleeping upstairs and got woken up. Naturally, this has annoyed him, so he is trying to kick everyone out.
Tyranid is even more hated than Necron. She's the person that arrived late, uninvited, and ate all the food. To make matters worse, she's trying to take everyone's money and spend it on even more food; naturally, she is obese.
So, there you are, new players. With a bit of imagination, even the most complex things are simple  .
I hope I got them right...
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2000 points. Win:23 Draw:3 Lost:3
Back after hiatus. I'll see you around! |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/28 12:08:08
Subject: Re:If 40k were a dinner party...
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Road-Raging Blood Angel Biker
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That was epic
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in Inquisitor, a Space Marine can take a krak grenade, pull out the pin, eat the grenade, throw the pin, and the thrown pin will actually kill a normal man, whereas the Space Marine won't even have indigestion. This has actually happened in a game. Hell, a marine can throw his bolt shells and do more damage than by shooting his boltgun |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/28 13:44:44
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Nasty Nob on a Boar
Inside of a CRASSUS ARMOURED ASSAULT TRANSPORT
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Well done. Very well done
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angel of ecstasy wrote:
You take a dump, you flip through the Dark Eldar codex, the concept art for Lelith Hesperax shows up and you pee on the floor.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/28 13:55:08
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Boosting Space Marine Biker
England, West sussex.
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LOL at eh fat woman being the Tyranids.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/28 14:01:03
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Roaring Reaver Rider
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That was extremely amusing.
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I shall rule the world someday utilizing my cuteness. And I already have one minion to help me do it!
Hollowman wrote:
Of course it makes sense. When there are a bunch of BDSM clowns doing Olympic gymnast routines throughout your unit, while also cutting off heads, you tend to get a bit distracted.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/28 15:04:27
Subject: Re:If 40k were a dinner party...
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Mutilatin' Mad Dok
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My sides hurt now, well done
Although my first thoughts when seing the threads name was "ok so there will be lots of cheese and wine" i was happily wrong.
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WAAAHG!!! until further notice
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/28 22:38:26
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Hurr! Ogryn Bone 'Ead!
Some Throne-Forsaken Battlefield on the other side of the Galaxy
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I give +1 to that, good sir, +1!
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 00:24:53
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Stealthy Grot Snipa
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That was very amusing, very spot on too if I may add.  Good work.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 01:44:45
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Raging Ravener
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Yay, something not so grim dark and interwebs serious that made me chuckle, good job!
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BURN THE HERETIC! KILL THE MUTANT! PURGE THE UNCLEAN! |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 02:22:07
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Daring Dark Eldar Raider Rider
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You simplified five years reading into one post. Well done!
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"Archon Yulliptidon sat apon a throne made of polished glass, which gleamed with magnificence in the rays of the dying suns, beautifully suspended above the the many razor sharp peaks that where Commorragh. The archon held within his hands a a delicate pyramid of sculpted crystal, from which emitted a faint glow, an echo of the soundless screams of pain belonging to countless tortured souls forever trapped within. The room in which the archon sat in was something like a throne room, but displayed apon the walls where helm of every color, but all the same in size and shape. Some bore eagles on their foreheads, and others still contained the decapitated heads of their previous owners. Two huge, beautifully carved iron double doors, engraved with intricate runes of pain and suffering, opened at the far end of the room, to reveal a tall, elegant dark eldar warrior, clad in armor made from bone and flesh. "lord Yulliptidon, you asked for my presence?" Said the arrival, " to what do I owe the pleasure?". The archon raised his elongated head, skin as pale as a full moon, eyes as vivid as a horrible nightmare. " I did not ask for you, Thrayon, I ordered your presence. Do not think to much for your self, for truly, you are not much past a feral that one would find on the streets. As for why I have ordered you to my palace, it is because their is a task that I wish you to preform. I wish you and you kabal to cleanse the imperial out fort of Sargosain Gastienagan." Thrayon was both aghast and interested at what the archon had just said. "Such a task would stretch my kabal to its limits, only a great reward would be enough to do a deed like this." Yulliptidon was outraged by the the proposal of a "great reward" by Thrayon, but did not let his anger show, hiding it with a cold smile that hid his evil intentions surprisingly well. The archon was was famous for never telling a lie in his life, but was very fond of veiled double speak, and this was no exception. "Do not worry, Thrayon, you shall receive what you deserve." Thrayon, happy with this outcome, left to carry out Yulliptidons task. Little did he know what was coming. Thrayon had done a thousand evil deeds, and what he deserved was a horrible death equal to to all those he had caused. Yulliptidons smiled. He was going to have fun."
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 03:22:41
Subject: Re:If 40k were a dinner party...
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Lord of the Fleet
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Well played good sir, well played.
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Mordian Iron Guard - Major Overhaul in Progress
+Spaceship Gaming Enthusiast+
Live near Halifax, NS? Ask me about our group, the Ordo Haligonias! |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 03:39:25
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Member of a Lodge? I Can't Say
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Very nice. Gave me a good chuckle and spot on as well.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 06:56:22
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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LMAO.
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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.' |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 07:01:22
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Deathwing Terminator with Assault Cannon
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Pro, enjoy an exalt on this thread.
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DA 4000 points W/L/D 6e 3/2/0
IG 1500 points W/L/D 6e 0/2/0
And 100% Primed! |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 07:25:48
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Unhealthy Competition With Other Legions
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Nicely done.
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'I once saw a man kill another with only a sock. It was slow and painful to watch...'
Darnath Lysander: The Man, The Mystery, The Legend
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 11:02:12
Subject: Re:If 40k were a dinner party...
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Trigger-Happy Baal Predator Pilot
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 11:04:44
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Terrifying Doombull
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This was entertaining, well done
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 13:10:15
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot
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Humanity: The racist, cynical old man he hates minorities, immigrants, and strong independent women.
Dark Eldar: A former convicted felon who is really unhinged, he is the twin-brother of Eldar.
Eldar: Dark Eldar's twin brother, used to get in trouble with the law, but after seeing Dark Eldar get convicted and sent to prison he was scared straight, he is a stereotypical reborn christian, clean, well dressed, well mannered, always goes to church, and is secretly racist.
Orks: A stereotypical frat boy who also plays football. Took too many hits to the noggin and as a result talks and acts strange at times. Prone to overly violent behavior and starting fights for fun.
Tyranids: An obese gluttonous shut-in, who only comes to public gatherings to eat.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 13:23:34
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Buttons wrote:Humanity: The racist, cynical old man he hates minorities, immigrants, and strong independent women.
Dark Eldar: A former convicted felon who is really unhinged, he is the twin-brother of Eldar.
Eldar: Dark Eldar's twin brother, used to get in trouble with the law, but after seeing Dark Eldar get convicted and sent to prison he was scared straight, he is a stereotypical reborn christian, clean, well dressed, well mannered, always goes to church, and is secretly racist.
Orks: A stereotypical frat boy who also plays football. Took too many hits to the noggin and as a result talks and acts strange at times. Prone to overly violent behavior and starting fights for fun.
Tyranids: An obese gluttonous shut-in, who only comes to public gatherings to eat.
Not funny. Sorry...
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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.' |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 13:34:54
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Junior Officer with Laspistol
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Tadashi wrote:Buttons wrote:Humanity: The racist, cynical old man he hates minorities, immigrants, and strong independent women.
Dark Eldar: A former convicted felon who is really unhinged, he is the twin-brother of Eldar.
Eldar: Dark Eldar's twin brother, used to get in trouble with the law, but after seeing Dark Eldar get convicted and sent to prison he was scared straight, he is a stereotypical reborn christian, clean, well dressed, well mannered, always goes to church, and is secretly racist.
Orks: A stereotypical frat boy who also plays football. Took too many hits to the noggin and as a result talks and acts strange at times. Prone to overly violent behavior and starting fights for fun.
Tyranids: An obese gluttonous shut-in, who only comes to public gatherings to eat.
Not funny. Sorry...
I disagree. Accurate too.
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Pretre: OOOOHHHHH snap. That's like driving away from hitting a pedestrian.
Pacific:First person to Photoshop a GW store into the streets of Kabul wins the thread.
Selym: "Be true to thyself, play Chaos" - Jesus, Daemon Prince of Cegorach.
H.B.M.C: You can't lobotomise someone twice. |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 14:22:03
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Pewling Menial
Not sure. Lost track a while ago.
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You, sir have just made this day awesome and hilarious with your post.
Here, enjoy an exalt.
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All hail Lord Slug! All hail Lord Slug! All hail Lord Slug! |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 23:08:50
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Numberless Necron Warrior
Help! Its dark and I can smell...mmm...bacon
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SO Dark Eldar is Robert Downey Jr. as Tony Stark?
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They Keep Getting Back UP |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/29 23:55:42
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Monstrous Master Moulder
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Greatest thing I have read in a long time. My hat is off to you sir.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/30 01:32:56
Subject: Re:If 40k were a dinner party...
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Tail-spinning Tomb Blade Pilot
Onuris Coreworld
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Haha, Necron is an old geezer. Good stuff man.
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"Most mortals will die from this procedure...and so will you!" |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/30 08:19:49
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Doc Brown
The Bleak Land of Gehenna (a.k.a Kentucky)
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Dragoon65 wrote:SO Dark Eldar is Robert Downey Jr. as Tony Stark?
No, because the post implies there might be a way to stop Dark Eldar from getting with your wife. No one stops Tony Stark. In fact, I suspect my wife might be cheating on me with him this very second.
P.S. I'm exalting the crap out of this thread.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/30 08:25:44
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Thunderhawk Pilot Dropping From Orbit
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I very nearly cried with laughter. You have the best sense of humour I have seen in someone for a long time.
Enjoy as many fething exalts as I can make.
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Currently attempting to put together a homebrew non-canon Space Marine chapter. If I can be bothered to getting around to painting the models and putting the things together of course... |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/30 08:26:07
Subject: Re:If 40k were a dinner party...
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Oozing Spawning Vat
Tama, Iowa
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I Love You
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/07/30 08:26:15
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Thunderhawk Pilot Dropping From Orbit
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Which is apparently only one. :(
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Currently attempting to put together a homebrew non-canon Space Marine chapter. If I can be bothered to getting around to painting the models and putting the things together of course... |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/08/03 00:16:05
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Road-Raging Blood Angel Biker
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Buttons wrote:Humanity: The racist, cynical old man he hates minorities, immigrants, and strong independent women.
Dark Eldar: A former convicted felon who is really unhinged, he is the twin-brother of Eldar.
Eldar: Dark Eldar's twin brother, used to get in trouble with the law, but after seeing Dark Eldar get convicted and sent to prison he was scared straight, he is a stereotypical reborn christian, clean, well dressed, well mannered, always goes to church, and is secretly racist.
Orks: A stereotypical frat boy who also plays football. Took too many hits to the noggin and as a result talks and acts strange at times. Prone to overly violent behavior and starting fights for fun.
Tyranids: An obese gluttonous shut-in, who only comes to public gatherings to eat.
yeah not as funny as this one sorry
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2012/08/03 17:16:32
Subject: If 40k were a dinner party...
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Sniping Hexa
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This might be slightly relevant, everybody deserves to see it:
HH as a bar fight
The Emperor, owner of a bar downtown declares his grand opening after evicting the previous owners and buys a round for everyone and leaves the place in the capable hands of his manager Horus.
Horus is pissed at the new format and wants a dance club instead of a pub and decides to make it happen.
His bouncers, Mortarion, Angron, and Fulgrim (who likes to dance) all agree this is the right course to take the bar.
The Emperor’s most loyal customer, Magnus, files a complaint about this via text message but cell phones are not allowed in the bar. The Emperor tells Horus to get the doorman, Leman Russ to escort Magnus out.
Horus instead instructs Russ to throw him out. Russ instead smashes a bar stool over his head and then drags him out the back door.
Fulgrim takes over as DJ and starts playing some Lady Gaga. Everyone gets down.
Rogal Dorn, working the coat check isn’t too pleased at what’s happening and sends some of the guys to deal with this.
Corax and Vulkan start arguments with Angron and Mortarion. Ferrus Manus has words with Fulgrim about the music. A dance off ensues with Fulgrim knocking Ferrus out cold with a sucker punch.
The three talk tough as their buddies Alpharius, Lorgar, Konrad Curze and Perterabo show up to back them up.
Just as the argument heats up, the new guys smash beer bottles over Vulkan and Corax and have them thrown out of the bar.
Dorn seeing he is outnumbered locks himself in the coat check and gets on the phone to call his friends. While Perturabo and Angron try to smash the door down, Sanguinius and Khan show up for the fight. Gulliman is enjoying a 7-up at a bar across town but says he’s sober enough to drive over. Meanwhile Lion El Johnson can’t get past the line up because he's too busy fighting with his girlfriend.
While Khan revs his harley outside to scare everyone, Sanguinius tries to take on Horus who bitch slaps him to the ground. With all the noise and racket going on, the Emperor gets off the net (where he’s been trying to block spammers all night) and comes downstairs to sort the mess out. Dorn comes out of the coat check mouthing off at everyone.
Horus and the Emperor beat each other up until Horus passes out. Just then El’Johnson sneaks in with fake I.D. and Gulliman finally shows up with most of his Facebook friends (He has over 100 000). Russ shows up but is too drunk to fight.
Angron, Fulgrim et. al grab Horus’ limp body and make a run for the dance club down the street, vowing revenge. Alpharius stays behind in a washroom stall with a trench coat and sunglasses to beat up unsuspecting patrons.
Gulliman and Dorn put the Emperor in his lazyboy upstairs hoping he’ll wake up sooner or later. Gulliman takes temporary management of the bar and institutes a smoking ban and can’t serve to minors anymore rule. He also creates a more standard menu consisting of only meat products. Eldar, Orks and Tau are still banned.
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Inquisitor_Syphonious wrote:All I can say is... thank you vodo40k...
Zweischneid wrote:No way man. A Space Marine in itself is scary. But a Marine WITHOUT helmet wears at least 3-times as much plot-armour as a Marine with helmet. And heaven forbid if the Marine would also happen to have an intimidating looking, vertical scar. Then you're surly boned. Those guys are the worst. Not a chance I'd say.
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