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different person here, just giving info as it shows on my spotify
It me! I tried their top six songs on Spotify
I don’t know which those are, am not on spotify😅 What kinda music do you usually like/listen to, and what are those top 6 songs?😊
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People always get so weird about my participation in the Flat Earth Advocacy Group. For the last time, we aren't cranks, we aren't conspiracy theorists, we're definitely not geocentrists, and our policy think tank is fully aware of what shape the planet currently is
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On one hand that man has few ethics, on the other hand


He can be pretty when under severe stress.
Dr. Caspar Darling from Control

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it won't be long until the drones are playing the 40k equivalent of ride of the Valkyries while being deployed and having significantly more firepower simply because humans didn't have such concerns as "will the drone be safe to be near?"
I wonder if for the T'au their human allies function in the same way as humans do to the Vulkans in Star Trek. The pattern is like this: a ship purely crewed by Vulkans is going to be a very boring and rational affair. They'll do their job as efficiently as they can and follow protocol as this is what logic dictates.
A ship crewed by only humans also gets the job done, even when they might get into some weird hiccups along the way. Nothing too special, but perhaps a bit too comfortable taking risks (or using your ship as a battering ram once again, LOOKING AT YOU JANEWAY!).
But the moment you throw a slightly unhinged Vulcan into a crew of humans, you are about to unleash disaster, as their competence meets with a horde of very enthusiastic enablers for absolutely every bad decision they would've never even considered when alone.
For the T'au, it's probably even worse as the individual castes are already pretty insane. Earth Caste engineers already have a tendency to go overboard the moment the Ethereals look away for a second. Add to that humans who culturally have just shook off the dogmata of Mars and who are VERY excited about the possibilities of new tech, and you get a rather... spicy combination.
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Do you wanna be a hero in the sky?
Do you wanna be a hero in the sky?
Serve the emperor, higher pay
Join a guardsman’s corp today
Yeah you’re gonna be a hero in the sky
Do you wanna own the latest weapons made
Do you wanna own the latest weapons made
Guns that can’t hit worth a damn
And a shrapnel making can
That’s what you’ll see of the latest weapons made
Do you wanna aid the loyal citizenry
Do you wanna aid the loyal citizenry
Well heretics abound
Where no proof can be found
That’s what you’ll see of loyal citizenry
Do you wanna be the fastest thing around
Do you wanna be the fastest thing around
Well a mortar gun that breaks
Leaves limbs scattered in its wake
That’s how you’ll be the fastest thing around
Do you want to bring more faith into your life
Do you want to bring more faith into your life
Well on every offworld ride,
you’ll pray that everything stays right
That’s how you’ll bring more faith into your life
#warhammer 40k#song#the original already fits but imagine this is sung by recruits with a lenient commissar
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I love servo skulls sm they’re so neat and EVIL
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My friend just sent me the greatest home listing I think I have ever seen

I mean, check out this beutiful riverside home! Double garage! Upstairs access from the outside! Lets check out the inside



Open concept kitchen, nice, nice



Oh, the whole Floorplan seems to be open concept. Okay! That floor is a little odd, but not a deal breaker.

That bathroom could use an update

Need to change out that curtain
Okay, let's go take a look at the back yard!

Oh
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New comic! Sorry for not posting anything lately, I've been on holiday for Chinese New Year and have been focusing on other projects, including my Last Supper piece. I'll still be trying to finish the Last Supper as soon as possible, but I'll try and pop out a comic every couple weeks or so :)
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Not the most comprehensive, but, for whatever reason, the rosarius fails when goge vandire orders his guard to shoot him.
This leads to a schism; started by the daughters of the emperor taking Vandire's death as a direct sign that the emperor is displeased with the administration of the imperium at large and the ecclesiarchy.
This eventually leads to a few things, first, the daughters do manage to take and hold a significant swathe of territory, joined by other religious splinter groups and such, and claim their splinter state as the true imperium. This group becomes even more extreme in their worship of the emperor, but eschew veneration of both saints and primarchs as some form of idolatry. They do honor some who fought in their rebellion, but there is no worship, it's more in the way some Americans might honor George Washington.
Second, the ecclesiarchy is reshaped, having been used as a scapegoat for the entire imperium's failure. What is theologically acceptable narrows and becomes better defined for a short time, to try prevent another daughters of the emperor situation. Members of the ecclesiarchy are forbidden "tools of bloodshed" in addition to a better worded ban on them having dedicated soldiers. This commandment leads to many priests being trained "as a way to venerate the god emperor's prowess" and them greatly favoring staves (possibly with a lasgun variant tuned for white plasma at the tip), and various weaponized (with fire or plasma) shields.
Third, The mechanicus press their technical independence, attempting neutrality between both imperium's, while still scapegoating the imperial cult for the rebellion. This is mostly because the fabricator general sees the value in working with both sides, and because the cult mechanicus is theologically closer to the rebels than the mainstream imperium.
In the end, I'm not sure whether the splinter imperium ever truly falls, or if they just kind of, informally reunite over a few centuries, leaving a headache of "is this heresy" in the regions that were once part of the imperium, and a collection of worlds in a little sub-imperium where the ecclesiarchy holds little sway despite the highly religious inhabitants that share an odd version of the imperial creed and a military contribution (PDF, Guard, and some nonsense that slips between the cracks of imperial bureaucracy) organized closer to how the sororitas is organized in regular 40k than the way such things are in the imperium at large.
Do it... I did,
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Victoria finds a nice secluded chapel, walking to the alter, she kneels before it, shrugging off her shirt before opening the case she brought with her, the candle light glitters on steel and barbs as she pulls out the small electo flail, powering it up before striking it against her bare back, a network of scars showing this is not the first time she has done such an act.
She slowly prays as she strikes herself again and again, the smell of ozone and burnt flesh filling the air as blood starts to drop down her back, she is alone or so she thinks, till a voice speaks out. "Why do you do that?"
Victoria blinks, brough out of her trance as she looks up at a robed figure, the markings on their outfit list them as a neyophite, a scout of the chapter, but the figures voice, feminine speaks of an older soul. "Why do you do that?" She repeated.
Victoria clears her throat. "I have erred, sinned in his eyes." She raised one hand to the statue of the Emperor. "Soi must purge myself, through pain and suffering."
The robbed figure tilts her head. "That seems foolish, why would he want one of his warriors to wound them selves?"
Victoria feels a bubble of anger. "It is the sacrafice he demands of us, a pale shadow of the sacrafice he himself made for all of humanity!" She snaps.
The scout raises a hand. "I meant not to anger you sister, I have not ,et your kind before, your ways are strange and alien to me as mine must be to you." She says softly.
Victoria suddenly felt guilty for snapping, this was a scout, despite their augmentations and size, they where but children, taken by the chapter and reshaped for war. "I am at fault, my humours have been ill balanced since coming aboard, finding not one, but two xenos in the care of a Primarch? It has shaken my faith."
The scout chuckles. "Ah, you met mother and auntie P'oh?"
Victoria just stares as the scout pushes back her hood to reveal a strong, patriarchal face, her blond hair tied in two braids leading back to a bum, but what stood out the most was the pointed ears. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Minerva Guilliman, daughter of the lord of the thirteenth, imperial Regent."
Victoria let's out a slight whimper before fainting.
Minerva pouts. "Well that is a first..." She kneels down and collects the sister of battle, cleaning up after her, she nods to the statue of the Emperor. "Grandfather." She says politely before taking Victoria to the nearest Medicaid.
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Leman: Your lipstick looks great today.
Fulgrim: It tastes even better. *winks*
Leman: I know.
Fulgrim:...
Leman:...
Fulgrim: Why are your teeth purple?
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You know, I find it interesting the Tau never developed a counting or time system like ours. We made our system because we have 5 fingers, our time runs off of multiples of 5. The Tau have 4 fingers so they would have developed a system with multiples of 4
maybe?
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