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There’s only one way to build a fascist empire: Excessive force.
An Imperial landing platform on a lazy day. A friendly reminder: Do not mention the possibility of a workday being lazy in earshot of any imperial official, for your own safety.
Wow, it’s been some time! When “MD” stands for Manical Doctor.
A Necron Lord. Insanity, megalomania, god-complexes, loss of willpower and total mindlesness might be included.
The skyline of a beautiful and thriving Imperial city. Or at least thriving. Or it’s there. Okay, it’s not actively tearing itself upside down at the moment and we should appreciate that.
“See no heresy, hear no heresy, do no heresy. No actually, no heresy. At all.”
The Imperial Guard is as varied as the cultures they come from.
If you keep hitting it, it must begin to work, right?
There will be nothing left.
The Ta’Lissera Ritual. When it is done, the Tau Warriors making it finally have a personality - Their bond to each other will be unyielding, and each will be ready to fight to the bitter end for his fallen friends. This ritual is one of few ways that Fire Warriors are allowed to show individuality, fore in the Tau Empire, all is one for the Greater Good.
A Sister of Battle, member of the Militant Branch of the Ecclesiarchy. The big book is standard issue, as is fanatical stubborness and an unbreaking sisterhood.
“’Ow i became a Mek? Well, I’s just... Always ‘ad dat urge, ya know? I just wanna make sumfin’ bluddy big, or stompy or filled wiff dakka, it doesn’t matta. I’s me craft, i’ is.”
An Ork Clubhouse.
A Chaos Marine of the Emperor’s Children presenting various arguments, compelling and not so much compelling, for why Chaos is a-OK.
Xenos need sustenance too, just like humans. Maybe their food is delicious.
When the battle is over, and the storm resides, for a time.
A fleet exiting the Warp. If lucky, the ships only took a few hundred casulties each... But that’s what happens when you sail through Hell.