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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from Arctanaar in You know you're playing Black Crusade, when...   
    When you put up a Slaneeshi NPC and you get this as a response:
       
     
    I'm btw not allowed to play Slaneeshi characters anymore. 
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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from DariusAPB in You know you're playing Black Crusade, when...   
    Because my characters are into corrupting the innocent and the pure. 
     
    Insinuating one corrupt into a holy place to allow the corruption to seep over into the final debasement of a congregation.
     
    To create a holy saint for the imperium, to manipulate events to allow her to ascend with clear vision and holy purpose into the ecclesiarchy. 
     
    To capture a transport of imperial pilgrims and selling them for the "pleasure" to the Emperor's Sons. The only stipulation is to have the recordings and the ship once everything is complete, to be sent to its final destination transmitting its unspeakable acts all across the shrine planet.
     
    To find a holy daughter of the inquisition and turn her into a party girl - an addict to every vice and excess.
     
    Breeding programs and then stealing the children to be used as tokens of blackmail. 
     
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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from Vigil in You know you're playing Black Crusade, when...   
    When you put up a Slaneeshi NPC and you get this as a response:
       
     
    I'm btw not allowed to play Slaneeshi characters anymore. 
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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from UncleSickey in Slaanesh debauchery...(viewer discretion is advised)   
    How deep do you really wish to look? How deep are the desires that you are seeking. 
     
    We are not interested in the experience but in the yearning, the want, the desire.
     
    A man who has a larder full of food, his hands thick with fat, is not a true worshipper of Slaneesh. The one who kills him, roasts his body and uses it to feed the starving populace hammering outside his high walls is.
     
    The man who covets his brother's happiness, the wife who seeks her beauty are the true secret cultists of Slaanesh. Often they are unaware of their descent into the realm of chaos worship until it's too late. 
     
    I's not our act of consummation. It was the dalliance. It was your empty promises. It was you lowering your inhibitions. It was your shyness turning to forcefulness. It was your single minded hunger consuming your very spirit. And when your want was complete, you turned to seek out the next. Now Slaanesh has entered your heart. 
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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from Wolfhellm in You know you're playing Black Crusade, when...   
    Because my characters are into corrupting the innocent and the pure. 
     
    Insinuating one corrupt into a holy place to allow the corruption to seep over into the final debasement of a congregation.
     
    To create a holy saint for the imperium, to manipulate events to allow her to ascend with clear vision and holy purpose into the ecclesiarchy. 
     
    To capture a transport of imperial pilgrims and selling them for the "pleasure" to the Emperor's Sons. The only stipulation is to have the recordings and the ship once everything is complete, to be sent to its final destination transmitting its unspeakable acts all across the shrine planet.
     
    To find a holy daughter of the inquisition and turn her into a party girl - an addict to every vice and excess.
     
    Breeding programs and then stealing the children to be used as tokens of blackmail. 
     
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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from mortagon in Additional encounters for Dark pursuit   
    I have to say the scenario is very well balanced with a strong outcome function. 

    I would like to see more scenarios like this. 
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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from Robin Graves in Slaanesh debauchery...(viewer discretion is advised)   
    How deep do you really wish to look? How deep are the desires that you are seeking. 
     
    We are not interested in the experience but in the yearning, the want, the desire.
     
    A man who has a larder full of food, his hands thick with fat, is not a true worshipper of Slaneesh. The one who kills him, roasts his body and uses it to feed the starving populace hammering outside his high walls is.
     
    The man who covets his brother's happiness, the wife who seeks her beauty are the true secret cultists of Slaanesh. Often they are unaware of their descent into the realm of chaos worship until it's too late. 
     
    I's not our act of consummation. It was the dalliance. It was your empty promises. It was you lowering your inhibitions. It was your shyness turning to forcefulness. It was your single minded hunger consuming your very spirit. And when your want was complete, you turned to seek out the next. Now Slaanesh has entered your heart. 
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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from Koma76 in The Old Ones   
    http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Slann

    They were once called the Old Slann and looked like giant toads/lizards.
     
    Jokaero are keepers of Slann technology, however most of it is super science, anything is possible. They are the kind who build ring worlds.  
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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from Shadow070mni in You know you're playing Black Crusade, when...   
    Because my characters are into corrupting the innocent and the pure. 
     
    Insinuating one corrupt into a holy place to allow the corruption to seep over into the final debasement of a congregation.
     
    To create a holy saint for the imperium, to manipulate events to allow her to ascend with clear vision and holy purpose into the ecclesiarchy. 
     
    To capture a transport of imperial pilgrims and selling them for the "pleasure" to the Emperor's Sons. The only stipulation is to have the recordings and the ship once everything is complete, to be sent to its final destination transmitting its unspeakable acts all across the shrine planet.
     
    To find a holy daughter of the inquisition and turn her into a party girl - an addict to every vice and excess.
     
    Breeding programs and then stealing the children to be used as tokens of blackmail. 
     
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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from Shadow070mni in Slaanesh debauchery...(viewer discretion is advised)   
    How deep do you really wish to look? How deep are the desires that you are seeking. 
     
    We are not interested in the experience but in the yearning, the want, the desire.
     
    A man who has a larder full of food, his hands thick with fat, is not a true worshipper of Slaneesh. The one who kills him, roasts his body and uses it to feed the starving populace hammering outside his high walls is.
     
    The man who covets his brother's happiness, the wife who seeks her beauty are the true secret cultists of Slaanesh. Often they are unaware of their descent into the realm of chaos worship until it's too late. 
     
    I's not our act of consummation. It was the dalliance. It was your empty promises. It was you lowering your inhibitions. It was your shyness turning to forcefulness. It was your single minded hunger consuming your very spirit. And when your want was complete, you turned to seek out the next. Now Slaanesh has entered your heart. 
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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from Darth Smeg in Slaanesh debauchery...(viewer discretion is advised)   
    How deep do you really wish to look? How deep are the desires that you are seeking. 
     
    We are not interested in the experience but in the yearning, the want, the desire.
     
    A man who has a larder full of food, his hands thick with fat, is not a true worshipper of Slaneesh. The one who kills him, roasts his body and uses it to feed the starving populace hammering outside his high walls is.
     
    The man who covets his brother's happiness, the wife who seeks her beauty are the true secret cultists of Slaanesh. Often they are unaware of their descent into the realm of chaos worship until it's too late. 
     
    I's not our act of consummation. It was the dalliance. It was your empty promises. It was you lowering your inhibitions. It was your shyness turning to forcefulness. It was your single minded hunger consuming your very spirit. And when your want was complete, you turned to seek out the next. Now Slaanesh has entered your heart. 
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    Chrysalis2 reacted to Lynata in Snipers power play   
    I'm not sure that Necromunda is really that special when it comes to the underhive violence and the recruitment pools for the military - but that's a matter of interpretation, too.
     
    The thing that really matters is that any restrictions placed on the sniper should apply to the group as a whole, so if people waltz into certain areas, it's not going to be just a sniper rifle that raises suspicion, but also heavy weapons - "dedicated military hardware", as FieserMoep said. I would also count plasma- and meltaguns into this category, but obviously that would depend on the planet in question. In some places it could be totally okay to bring your lasgun or a bolter, but no plasma weapons, whilst on another world only pistols of any kind are allowed, and yet another place is so laid back that you can bring what you want ...
     
    Correctly assessing this situation and adapting their loadout may well be part of proper preparation before the characters set foot on the planet. Similar to how in Shadowrun it pays to know what kind of gear is (il)legal in the country you want to visit.
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    Chrysalis2 reacted to Cogniczar in Editable Calixis Sector Map   
    As a request from Chrysalis, I created my own version of the calixis Sector map. With the .psd for photoshop, it's completely editable.
     

     
    The .Psd
    http://www.darkreign.org/annihilation/Calixis%20Sector.psd
     
    Enjoy!
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    Chrysalis2 reacted to Gregorius21778 in Snipers power play   
    "He is good at what his character is made for... he ruins the balance since everybody else feels like they are no good / not needed ...I need to fix him/his play style / the rules his character uses"

    The term "imbalance" we use comes from the picutre of an old fashioned scale, where one of the weights hangs lower than the other. Strangly, when we try to "fix" imbalance, we focus on one weight only.

    How about adjusting the other weight, which is the gaming situation of the OTHER players?
    There is nothing wrong with "the sniper" having his moments and taking out an opponent with a single shot. The thing that is wrong is that the other players feel like they aren´t needed...so give them something to deal with, too, instead of giving the group something the sniper cannot deal with.

    You alreay mentioned yourself that "having something that is tailored to give the sniper a headache" will get the player angry as he feels betrayed ("if I am not allowed to play that way, why do you gave me the option to begin with!?!"). It might be better to find something he cannot deal with all alone.

    If the sniper feels like he was able to fulfil his role AND the other feel the sniper needs them, everybody should be happy.

    Thereby: what other characters do you have in your group and what are their combat skills like? What kind of missions you use to play, what Nemesis (if any) are you after?

    [EDIT: I reduce the amount of HORRIBLE gramma mistakes I made. Sorry for everyone that had to deal with my rubbish gibbering so far   ]
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    Chrysalis2 reacted to DeathByGrotz in Snipers power play   
    It's a special kind of sadism, when you're sending them after John Rambo, Chrysalis. Brilliant.
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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from DeathByGrotz in Snipers power play   
    Change the environment. Small cramped situations. No direct visibility. Things that shrug off bullet damage. Have a rival sniper. Have chaos of civilians. 

    Also you can force them have to deal more with other situations. See what you can do to highlight the other characters whether in or out of combat.
     
    An entire adventure to kill off an imperial guardsman who has gone off the reservation may be interesting. 

     
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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from filliman in Slaanesh debauchery...(viewer discretion is advised)   
    How deep do you really wish to look? How deep are the desires that you are seeking. 
     
    We are not interested in the experience but in the yearning, the want, the desire.
     
    A man who has a larder full of food, his hands thick with fat, is not a true worshipper of Slaneesh. The one who kills him, roasts his body and uses it to feed the starving populace hammering outside his high walls is.
     
    The man who covets his brother's happiness, the wife who seeks her beauty are the true secret cultists of Slaanesh. Often they are unaware of their descent into the realm of chaos worship until it's too late. 
     
    I's not our act of consummation. It was the dalliance. It was your empty promises. It was you lowering your inhibitions. It was your shyness turning to forcefulness. It was your single minded hunger consuming your very spirit. And when your want was complete, you turned to seek out the next. Now Slaanesh has entered your heart. 
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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from Doomunicron in Slaanesh debauchery...(viewer discretion is advised)   
    How deep do you really wish to look? How deep are the desires that you are seeking. 
     
    We are not interested in the experience but in the yearning, the want, the desire.
     
    A man who has a larder full of food, his hands thick with fat, is not a true worshipper of Slaneesh. The one who kills him, roasts his body and uses it to feed the starving populace hammering outside his high walls is.
     
    The man who covets his brother's happiness, the wife who seeks her beauty are the true secret cultists of Slaanesh. Often they are unaware of their descent into the realm of chaos worship until it's too late. 
     
    I's not our act of consummation. It was the dalliance. It was your empty promises. It was you lowering your inhibitions. It was your shyness turning to forcefulness. It was your single minded hunger consuming your very spirit. And when your want was complete, you turned to seek out the next. Now Slaanesh has entered your heart. 
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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from Senshuken in Slaanesh debauchery...(viewer discretion is advised)   
    How deep do you really wish to look? How deep are the desires that you are seeking. 
     
    We are not interested in the experience but in the yearning, the want, the desire.
     
    A man who has a larder full of food, his hands thick with fat, is not a true worshipper of Slaneesh. The one who kills him, roasts his body and uses it to feed the starving populace hammering outside his high walls is.
     
    The man who covets his brother's happiness, the wife who seeks her beauty are the true secret cultists of Slaanesh. Often they are unaware of their descent into the realm of chaos worship until it's too late. 
     
    I's not our act of consummation. It was the dalliance. It was your empty promises. It was you lowering your inhibitions. It was your shyness turning to forcefulness. It was your single minded hunger consuming your very spirit. And when your want was complete, you turned to seek out the next. Now Slaanesh has entered your heart. 
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    Chrysalis2 reacted to Luddite in Freshly fallen...   
    My group and I have kicked off 2015 with a new game and its Black Crusade.  
     
    So far we've had one 'in person' session and a fair bit of play via social media to carry on and clear up the loose ends.  Session two in a couple of days.
     
    We've been sent into Calixis as a vanguard for a coming Crusade, essentially to sow seeds of corruption and do what we can to cause trouble.
     
    We know little about each other's characters, but so far from the others i've gleaned:
     
    Sereena
    An insanely beautiful pirate captain with her own raider starship.  She is clearly possessed of fleshy appetites and skilled at getting others to do as she wishes.
     
    Kalros
    A fallen angel, a chaos marine.  He is devious, ambitious, and a lumbering monster of war.
     
    And i'm playing:
     
    Ramihrdus 'the doctor'
    An Idolitrex magos biologis; a master of chemical and medical sculpting, and a skilled corrupter of technology.  He is dominated by logic, betrayal, and innovation and seeks...well...that is his secret.  He is more machine than man...
     
    So far we have set footfall on 41 Pry and proceeded to cull the station master and usurp control over the place.  I have reconstructed his flesh and brain around a servitor as a living maquette in my thrall.  NExt we must deal with those councillors who remain loyal to him, and suppress any faction that would cause us trouble.
     
    We intend to make this our 'home base' for our actions to come, which are:
    Remove Marius Hax (sector governor) Throw Scintilla into disarray Corrupt the Inquisitors of Scintilla Sabotage all Imperial Guard on Scintilla Find hidden staging posts for Chaos forces Recover archaeotech / xenos tech of use Lofty tasks given to us, which i doubt we shall even pursue, let alone achieve!
     
    We pretty much ignored the GM's plot and plans from the get-go, and have embarked on our own agenda!  Hehe...its cool through as we tend to have a very blurred line between GM and player, and our games are often collaborative.  Chaotic, but collaborative!
     
    Its been a good fun start to the campaign and i'm enjoying Black Crusade more than any of the other 40k lines so far.
     
     
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    Chrysalis2 reacted to Cogniczar in Black Crusade Sector Generator Thread   
    Show me the Karthax!
     
    Er, wait... no. 
     
    I've got here the initial worlds. We need more content. More Content! I demand flavorful fluff names and unique worlds!
     
     

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    Chrysalis2 reacted to Cogniczar in Black Crusade Sector Generator Thread   
    Would anyone here be opposed if I put these worlds in this thread in a unique map?
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    Chrysalis2 reacted to Lupa in Good portrayals of the Bad guy...roleplaying the forces of darkness...   
    Of course, much of the Imperium would be considered followers of one Dark God or another (usually Khorne) if GW hadn't arbitrarily defined them as being anti-Chaos. Carcharodons are pretty Khorne. A lot of imperial commanders are tricky enough that they might qualify as Tzeentch. Whether or not you fall to Chaos seems to have more to do with what side the authors want you on than your actual actions or behaviors.
     
    Being a good guy in Black Crusade is entirely possible, because the 40k universe is intentionally inconsistent. A take on the setting where Chaos is the lesser evil compared to the Imperium is practically canon (such that 40k even has canon) in the Horus Heresy novels, and someone might be willing to make a deal with Beelzebub to drive out the Devil. Then the Dark Powers will set to work trying to twist his good intentions and slowly wear them away. After all, the Word Bearers, Night Lords, and World Eaters are all convinced they're still doing the right thing, and that it is the Imperium that turned away from the path of justice and betrayed them. But maybe your guy can rise above the influence of Chaos. There's definitely something poetic about a regular human heretic having the strength of will to do what Space Marine primarchs could not, sort of like a simple Hobbit having more strength of will than the great kings of Men.
     
    And you could also just say that every text in the 40k universe is written as propaganda from various inquisitors, some of whom happen to be slightly more sympathetic to Chaos as a misguided and tragic threat rather than the sum of all evil, but all of whom are nevertheless writing propaganda, and therefore lies. Slaanesh isn't depraved, he just rejects the Imperium's repressive puritanism. Most of the Eldar he "destroyed" were actually raised up to a new and more fulfilling experience as daemons. The Dark Eldar are a cruel distortion of his philosophy, and the Craftworld and Exodite Eldar are repressive radical cults who seek to force their way of life on all others. Khorne is a god of martial valor and courage, which granted does mean that he's necessarily a fan of war, but his disregard for civilian life and bloody-minded insanity is naught by libel and propaganda. Nurgle doesn't cause disease, but rather gives people the strength to endure it and find happiness in a universe fraught with misery and pestilence. Tzeentch is the god of hope and despite the Imperium desperately trying to reframe that as some kind of bad thing, he's actually exactly as awesome as that sounds. Personally I find this less interesting than the well-intentioned person trying to use horrific powers for the sake of good, playing with fire and hoping he won't get burnt, but it's equally valid.
     
    You can also do what they suggest in Black Crusade itself and run a Greek tragedy, where the villain-protagonists have a tragic flaw and a redeeming quality, and ultimately they must choose to either reject their flaw or their redeeming quality, and because the Greeks had a surprisingly depressing theater scene, they always end up rejecting the redeeming quality. But the important thing there is that they have a redeeming quality to reject. Someone who's just pure evil all the time is as boring as your blander interpretations of Superman.
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    Chrysalis2 got a reaction from Lord Octavious Ravacyn in Short story - The bolt that wouldn't bend   
    The bolt that wouldn't bend
     
    It is said there is a bolt that runs into the centre of a Predator tank. According to the teachings of the Adeptus Mechanicus this hallowed bolt is the last to be hammered in place by the anointed high tech-priest of the factory.
     
    Nearly a millennium ago, the 463rd Cadian regiment went into the Eye of Terror. No contact was heard from them for over five centuries until their troop transports blinked back into reality. Since then they have raided upon Imperial planets and shipping lanes with terrible single mindedness. 
     
    Gone were the imperial aquilas, lost were the statues of saints. Their ships showed their age, battle damage scarring across their sides. The warp and the forces of chaos had been harsh in their mocking twistage.
     
    Now they gorged their troops and vehicles under the banner of Abaddon the Despoiler. Whose thirst for the destruction of Imperium had only grown in the ten millenia since he exiled himself with the other Space Marine traitor legions to the Eye of Terror.
     
    On the deck of a bulk carrier what was once called the Hated Wrath of the Infants now heralded itself as simply the Hated Wrath, tech-sergeant Virt continued to talk one of the Predator tanks. Its engines slowly rumbling in a measured pace as if it had rolled off the production line yesterday. Gore had been slathered across its blackened armour, its proud regimental banners still flew from its aerials. Countless battles had whispered them into tatters. Its crew had been entombed, its hatches sealed from entry. Mummified cadavers still showing their imperial insignia and regimental patches blankly stared at glowing pict screens, the vox crackled with the howl of debased Imperial Guard chatter.
     
    Tech-sergeant Virt quickly touched the burnished bolt of the Predator, "Off to one more battle. Eh? My old queen."
     
    There was a slow rumble as the Predator waited patiently, even under the decorated gore the name Old Queen could still be seen across its side. Its companion tanks though proudly bore more infernal markings, some even showing the signs of demonic infestation. The other Predator tanks were eagerly grinding their tracks and growling at each other. Their frenzy for blood lust barely contained by the thick chains that kept them on their deployment palettes.
     
    "Have you finished tech-sergeant Virt?" An improbably tall man wore a flowing long coat that had been stitched with additional hems for it to reach the ground. Gone was the Imperial aquila from the buttons to be replaced with the eight arrowed sign of chaos.
     
    "Yes, yes I am. Commissar Ghast." Tech-sergeant looked down to avoid looking Commissar Ghast in the eyes. The white corpse like face of Comissar Ghast was a ruin, his eyes shaded by cracked cyber-optics that flickered for life.
     
    Ghast gripped the tech sargeant by the neck and forced him to look into Ghast's eyes. "Was that fear I detected. Tech-sergeant?"
     
    "No. Of course not. I look forward to the oncoming battle." Virt gasps as his neck was squeezed by a deathly cold hand. Ghast's optics bore into Virt.
     
    A creature shambled past, what it might have been was swathed in bandaged and tattered rags to unknowability. It carried a brass set of speakers that stopped its braying of demonic exhortation to announce in crisp Gothic "Drop in one minute. Stations. Drop in one minute."
     
    Ghast dropped Virt onto the flight deck. "This conversation is not finished tech-sergeant, simply postponed."
     
    Virt fell heavily onto his feet as oxygen came to fill his lungs.
     
    Already Commissar Ghast was moving among the rest of his tech squad snarling exhortations for slaughter.
     
    Virt touched the bolt and silently prayed for the Emperor, before snapping back "You heard the order men! Let's move these vehicles into the drop pods."
     
    ---
     
    The Old Queen had been on the battlefield for forty days as per its internal chronometers. It shook as it rolled through the artillery barrage, passing over the battle field as the churned combatants lay over their weapons. It stopped near the edge of a muddy ridge to spy a shadowy silhouette in its optics. The auto loader clattered as it fired its main gun.
     
    The enemy rhino took the strike of the shell to its side, peeling in the outer skin to discharge the exploding contents into its internal workings. The rhino rolled on before stopping, its occupants the bloody smear of a blown orifice across the muddied field.
     
    The Old Queen continued on steadily circling the crest speeding up towards the peeking bunkers among the razor wire. Their silhouettes showing in its optics from the repeated muzzle flashes of its defenders.
     
    ---
     
    First Lieutenant Laszlo Mazur wasn't doing well. The renegade forces of chaos had been hammering the planet for three months now. The landscape that he crouched in was the mess of enemy and friendly soldiers. The profane icons of chaos mixing with the divine of Imperial Creed. Somewhere in the haze of weapons discharges were the sounds of rumbling as tanks maneuvered against each other, probing out further weaknesses in the already collapsing Imperial lines.
     
    The lieutenant looked behind, Corporal Vachek, privates Elge and Abbas were all that what was left of the company that had gone out on their mission a week ago. Chewed out in the mill of war, they were what was spat back out. Vachek clutched his meltagun, while Elge and Abbas carried looted lasrifles and demolition packs from dead comrades. All of them were wounded in some way. Laszlo had a las strike through his chest. It made breathing difficult; the raising and firing of his laspistol excruciating.
     
    The inhumane sound of treads and an engine mixing with the banshee sound of a daemon made all four pause. The tank rumbled on leaving behind an echoing silence. Agonising moments later Laszlo looked over the trench to see lines of renegade Imperial Guardsmen turned chaos cultists marching inevitably towards their position.
     
    A spotlight blinked on to the side, a baleful eye as it bathed the four crouching Imperial Guardsmen in hateful red light. The banshee engine screamed as it treads ground into the corpse mulch cannonballing towards their position.
     
    ---
     
    One of its ancient comrades was burning from repeated strikes with a melta gun, the daemon bound in its shell screamed as Old Queen charged up a port side laser and casually shot into the burning shell, silencing the chaos in its shattered structure.
     
    It then turned its attention on the two who remained.
     
    ---
     
    Vachek sucked in more mud through his open chest and remained still. Abbas shuddered to his feet. Laszlo sloughed through the muck towards where Elge's feet lay. Somewhere around there he had lost his laspistol. The top part of Elge's body had evaporated under withering lasrifle fire. Adding insult to injury caustic rain started to fall.
     
    The Predator stalked them, pushing aside the burning husk of its shatted brother, allowing the cultists approaching in the haze to come closer. The name Old Queen could be seen on the side under the blackened, pockmarked armour as it drove closer.
     
    Abbas his hands empty scrambled around until he found a bolter, its marks of ritual purification scarred off, replaced with the signs of chaos. He sighted and shot at the carriage causing it to ping off its hide. The Old Queen accelerated as if angered driving into the side of the hillock where Abbas stood, grinding its treads as it teethed him legs to hips under its bulk. Abbas fired ineffectually and screamed in fear. More of Abbas was being mulched under the tank.
     
    Laszlo ran towards Abbas forgetful of the lasfire coming from the enemy. He surged to the side of the tank, trying to pull Abbas free. He wouldn't budge, the treads kept grinding Abbas further down into the muck.
     
    "Just leave me lieutenant. Get out of here." Abbas gulped, brushing away the burning rain water from his eyes.
     
    "Throne no." Laszlo said as he looked around for a weapon. Among the detritus of renegade equipment, he spied a bolt gun hanging in the hands of a dead commissar. Scrambling up along, he stumbled as a grenade went off nearby, ripping into his flak jacket exposing his arm. Wetness of blood followed by the burning of the rain kept him travelling until he picked up the bolt gun.
     
    A hulking brute in a gasmask and optics hurtled towards Laszlo its chainsword graveling towards him. A blast of heat and what was once the traitor's head is gone, leaving the sword to feast itself among the surrounding cadavers.
     
    Laszlo sprinted back, another creature appearing out of the burning wetness to be shot down with righteous bolt fire. Abbas was still stuck. Levelling the bolt gun at Abbas’ head he fired. The bolt gun jammed.
     
    A strike from a lasrifle hit on the side of Laszlo’s head scorching helmet and searing his ear into a blackened stump. He screamed holy oaths turning and firing, dropping another cultist.
     
    First Lieutenant Laszlo Mazur stood up, staggering to the side of the Predator. The gore on its side came off in long crusted sheets. A silver bolt on its side stood out in this blacked wasteland. He rapped his bolt gun's butt against the side. "In the name of the Emperor, I order you to desist!"
     
    It is said there is a bolt that runs through to the center of a Predator tank. The sound boomed through the entombed compartment, the desiccated hand of the tank commander inched with the vibrations before striking a button, changing vox channel.
     
    The Old Queen went still.
     
    ---
     
    "That's what I saw. The tank stopped and rolled around Abbas. Took out a company of the enemy then moved on to destroy three enemy tanks before charging forward into the enemy positions."
     
    The room was stiflingly hot from the numerous officers and interrogators standing. Laszlo's bandages were itching from the antispetic gels and sacred unguents used by the medicae. A senior interrogator silenced the murmurs, by raising his hands from the steel table by a hair’s breath.
     
    The interrogator calmly measured his words, "We went to investigate when the fighting stopped. We found the charred remains of a Predator command tank called the Old Queen."
     
    He placed a single bolt the length of his forearm and the thickness of his finger on the table. The ornate engravings of the Adeptus Mechanicus clearly embossed and the name Old Queen was filigreed into it. It gleamed as if forged yesterday, the bolt stood perfectly straight on the steel table. 
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    Chrysalis2 reacted to Nimsim in The Off-Topic Garbage Thread   
    Edit: the statement in question was me replying to a poster who said Americans are stupid about social issues because there are much more serious things going on in the world. And then bringing up that people should join the military and fight overseas before talking about social justice issues. I replied and asked if this person is European, and added that his line of thinking resembles a line of thinking that has been a problem in Europe before. Basically,making a joke that his statement sounds like the the whole forced enlistment aspect of fascism and then adding that fascism seems to have been a problem in what I assumed was the persons continent of origin.
    I think they're referring to me making a joke about Europeans in response to someone claiming Americans are over sensitive about social issues. My reasoning for why it's okay for me to make that joke and it's not okay to make a racist joke is that there isn't a culture of systemic discrimination working against Europeans. I dont consider that "punching up" so much as punching sideways at what I assumed was someone taking a holier than thou tone about Americans. Of course, the person making fun of Americans is an American himself, so my bad. I still stand by my joke that the original posters implied "people should join the military and have to fight before they can voice an opinion on injustice" is a line of thinking leading to bad things. I'd also further clarify that making joke was 1) me going under the assumption that this person was taking the "holier than thou" attitude that many Europeans have toward America and 2) bringing up the historical connection to that line of thinking. It wasn't really a joke at the expense of Europeans or stereotypes unless you consider alluding to European fascists (something that is actually a current problem in Europe) to be the same as insulting an entire group of people.
    Like, I agree that people need to unite on things more than divide, but that's not done by ignoring differences. Only by acknowledging and embracing people's diversity of experience and differences between each other will people be successfully united. Sometimes that means bringing up the fact that people have a bad past or a bad present. The difference between me ragging on European problems versus, for example, Africa's is that the former is not defined by its problems for most people whereas the latter is. Part of fairness is not just suddenly treating everything equally, as that ignore centuries of disadvantage or advantage. In an ideal world, everyone has a sense of humor about themselves and everyone can joke about everything. In the real world, the same joke said about different groups has vastly different effects and contexts. This is not to say that stereotyping people is okay. But making a joke that is essentially "oh hey, that line of thinking something sounds a little too close to fascism, and isn't fascism already kind of an issue in your presumed continent of origin?"
    In other words, if someone is using their privileged background to try erasing any criticism of themselves, they're inviting that background to be criticized.
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