Lesson 34 is a perfect summation of my time as a pagan. There are things I have learned I cannot even speak of except with a few select folk due to the corrupting nature of what that information is. But through all of the Knowledge I have learned, I cannot say that even one iota of it truly helped me to improve my life on Earth.
Look not into the Warp. It laughs at you, like the wolf laughs at a lamb wandering into the thicket. For it does not know it does not belong there.
You understand the setting's essence, and share my hatred of the "iT's JuSt SaTiRe, ChUdS!" crowd.
May 40k remain ever out-of-reach to woke entryists and sundry subversive elements. (I don't think my sanity could take the Emperor being declared gay with Malcador or bossgirl women spess marheens becoming canon or some such woke nonsense...)
"This is a dark age, a bloody age, an age of daemons and of sorcery. It is an age of battle and death,
and of the world’s ending. Amidst all of the fire, flame and fury it is a time, too, of mighty heroes, of
bold deeds and great courage.
At the heart of the Old World sprawls the Empire, the largest and most powerful of the human
realms. Known for its engineers, sorcerers, traders and soldiers, it is a land of great mountains,
mighty rivers, dark forests and vast cities. And from his throne in Altdorf reigns the Emperor KarlFranz, sacred descendant of the founder of these lands. Sigmar, and wielder of his magical
warhammer.
But these are far from civilised times. Across the length and breadth of the Old World, from the
knightly palaces of Bretonnia to ice-bound Kislev in the far north, come rumblings of war. In the
towering World’s Edge Mountains, the orc tribes are gathering for another assault. Bandits and
renegades harry the wild southern lands of the Border Princes. There are rumours of rat-things, the
skaven, emerging from the sewers and swamps across the land. And from the northern wildernesses
there is the ever-present threat of Chaos, of daemons and beastmen corrupted by the foul powers of
the Dark Cods. As the time of battle draws ever near, the Empire needs heroes like never before."
"IT IS THE 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden
Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by
the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark
Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed
every day, so that he may never truly die.
YET EVEN IN his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the
daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the
Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperors will. Vast armies give battle in his name on
uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst His soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bioengineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless
planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to
name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat
from aliens, heretics, mutants – and worse.
TO BE A man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruellest and most
bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science,
for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding,
for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of
carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods."
I periodically return to this essay. Still one of my favorite condensations of wisdom online.
Lesson 34 is a perfect summation of my time as a pagan. There are things I have learned I cannot even speak of except with a few select folk due to the corrupting nature of what that information is. But through all of the Knowledge I have learned, I cannot say that even one iota of it truly helped me to improve my life on Earth.
Look not into the Warp. It laughs at you, like the wolf laughs at a lamb wandering into the thicket. For it does not know it does not belong there.
this is like biblical stories for chuds
This was beautiful.
You understand the setting's essence, and share my hatred of the "iT's JuSt SaTiRe, ChUdS!" crowd.
May 40k remain ever out-of-reach to woke entryists and sundry subversive elements. (I don't think my sanity could take the Emperor being declared gay with Malcador or bossgirl women spess marheens becoming canon or some such woke nonsense...)
The Emperor, he protecc.
A year later...and here we are.
Girlboss Custodes.
I want to kill, maim and burn.
That is all. Stay strong, brothers.
it’s “throes” dad gummit
I've never gotten into 40k, what are its redeeming points?
I recommend Gotrek and Felix.
https://www.amazon.com/Gotrek-Felix-1-Warhammer-Chronicles/dp/1784967858/ref=pd_lpo_sccl_1/137-5783479-3224946?pd_rd_w=C12zI&content-id=amzn1.sym.116f529c-aa4d-4763-b2b6-4d614ec7dc00&pf_rd_p=116f529c-aa4d-4763-b2b6-4d614ec7dc00&pf_rd_r=79A1G34N32PHS097PGEP&pd_rd_wg=25FKU&pd_rd_r=6e526f9b-c0e3-43a0-8a91-4704fa42d988&pd_rd_i=1784967858&psc=1
Warhammer is about a world of terrible, overwhelming evil.
But human courage persists, in the face of impossible odds, and the most gruesome, demonic horrors.
Some really cool flavor text:
Warhammer Fantasy:
"This is a dark age, a bloody age, an age of daemons and of sorcery. It is an age of battle and death,
and of the world’s ending. Amidst all of the fire, flame and fury it is a time, too, of mighty heroes, of
bold deeds and great courage.
At the heart of the Old World sprawls the Empire, the largest and most powerful of the human
realms. Known for its engineers, sorcerers, traders and soldiers, it is a land of great mountains,
mighty rivers, dark forests and vast cities. And from his throne in Altdorf reigns the Emperor KarlFranz, sacred descendant of the founder of these lands. Sigmar, and wielder of his magical
warhammer.
But these are far from civilised times. Across the length and breadth of the Old World, from the
knightly palaces of Bretonnia to ice-bound Kislev in the far north, come rumblings of war. In the
towering World’s Edge Mountains, the orc tribes are gathering for another assault. Bandits and
renegades harry the wild southern lands of the Border Princes. There are rumours of rat-things, the
skaven, emerging from the sewers and swamps across the land. And from the northern wildernesses
there is the ever-present threat of Chaos, of daemons and beastmen corrupted by the foul powers of
the Dark Cods. As the time of battle draws ever near, the Empire needs heroes like never before."
Warhammer 40k (science fiction):
"IT IS THE 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden
Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by
the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark
Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed
every day, so that he may never truly die.
YET EVEN IN his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the
daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the
Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperors will. Vast armies give battle in his name on
uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst His soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bioengineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless
planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to
name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat
from aliens, heretics, mutants – and worse.
TO BE A man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruellest and most
bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science,
for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding,
for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of
carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods."
Whistle past the fantasies and take notice of how real warfare and geo-political shifts take place . . .
https://les7eb.substack.com/
All shall rot!