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This is kind short, but mine is about how when an aspirant in the Imperial Fists is deemed worthy, his butt is branded with the chapter Insignia like he's cattle.

Would it be fair to say they get Imperial Fisted in the butt?

 greatbigtree wrote:
Would it be fair to say they get Imperial Fisted in the butt?

Sounds pretty fair to me, so yes.

Thank you for this thread, you have made my day.

 greatbigtree wrote:
Thank you for this thread, you have made my day.

Just doing my duty for the Emprah.

 Jazzylee wrote:
This is kind short, but mine is about how when an aspirant in the Imperial Fists is deemed worthy, his butt is branded with the chapter Insignia like he's cattle.

The entirety of Ian Watson's Space Marine is basically a repressed homoerotic love triangle, in yellow power armour*. If it had been illustrated, it should have been by Tom of Finland. The novel had Dark Angels on the cover, but then they've got their own issues with the love that dare not speak its name.

My favourite fact is that Space Wolves drinking contests are to see who passes out first, as that means they've managed to drink enough alcohol quickly enough to overwhelm their oolitic kidneys.

* That novel came out around the same time as Space Crusade - it was one of those two which made the Imperial Fists yellow. I suspect it was Space Crusade, as they needed three distinct colours for the three marine squads; blue was already taken by the Ultramarines, and green and black by the alien miniatures, so yellow it was.

Space Wolves give their tanks drinks. Their machine spirits work hard and deserve a good drink.

pm713 wrote:
Space Wolves give their tanks drinks. Their machine spirits work hard and deserve a good drink.

Would that make them Tankards?

pm713 wrote:
Space Wolves give their tanks drinks. Their machine spirits work hard and deserve a good drink.

Sounds about right for the Space Wolves, always getting themselves drunk.

 Stormonu wrote:

pm713 wrote:
Space Wolves give their tanks drinks. Their machine spirits work hard and deserve a good drink.

Would that make them Tankards?

Where's the drumroll emoji when you need it?

For me, one of my favourites is Obiwan Sherlock Clousea from the RT rulebook

pm713 wrote:
Space Wolves give their tanks drinks. Their machine spirits work hard and deserve a good drink.

Space Wolf booze is probably a pretty good fuel.

Lion'El Johnson probably owns a poetry book stained with butter-drips from crumpets that details sensitive crimes on the Rock with an Astartes with red hair called Norman.

 AndrewGPaul wrote:

pm713 wrote:
Space Wolves give their tanks drinks. Their machine spirits work hard and deserve a good drink.

Space Wolf booze is probably a pretty good fuel.

I think technically speaking it is actually closer to fuel than actual drink.

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 Jazzylee wrote:
This is kind short, but mine is about how when an aspirant in the Imperial Fists is deemed worthy, his butt is branded with the chapter Insignia like he's cattle.

somethings got to make that legion interesting I guess...

 AndrewGPaul wrote:

 Jazzylee wrote:
This is kind short, but mine is about how when an aspirant in the Imperial Fists is deemed worthy, his butt is branded with the chapter Insignia like he's cattle.

The entirety of Ian Watson's Space Marine is basically a repressed homoerotic love triangle, in yellow power armour*. If it had been illustrated, it should have been by Tom of Finland. The novel had Dark Angels on the cover, but then they've got their own issues with the love that dare not speak its name.

My favourite fact is that Space Wolves drinking contests are to see who passes out first, as that means they've managed to drink enough alcohol quickly enough to overwhelm their oolitic kidneys.

* That novel came out around the same time as Space Crusade - it was one of those two which made the Imperial Fists yellow. I suspect it was Space Crusade, as they needed three distinct colours for the three marine squads; blue was already taken by the Ultramarines, and green and black by the alien miniatures, so yellow it was.

Space Wolves drink mjod which is a combination of alcoholic beverage strong enough to put normal humans to sleep just by sniffing it and a poison that temporarily shuts their oolitic livers down.
Rhino chassis are known for their ability to burn almost anything as fuel, alcohol is a long way from the weirdest thing you could fuel a Rhino with.

 Excommunicatus wrote:
Lion'El Johnson probably owns a poetry book stained with butter-drips from crumpets that details sensitive crimes on the Rock with an Astartes with red hair called Norman.

Then a couple of drunken Space Wolves stagger out of a nearby cake shop declaring "We are multi millionaires....we'll buy this place and have it knocked down"

Mrs. Blennerhasset, call the Arbites.

Not of a specific chapter but I find the weirdest organ in the Space Marine is that one where they can eat the enemy and gain their memories. That one was a bit of 80s fun, but probably doesn't stand up so much today.

I like to think of that as a low level psychic ability, where the organic matter from their enemy acts as a conduit to commune with that individual's departing spirit and consume their riding recollections.

I also suspect it is the reason for the Blood Angels flashbacks to .