Post by John_Galt (M.I.A) on Jul 1, 2009 22:00:03 GMT -5
A sudden vibration in Galt's Ministry Approvedtm Pants startled him. Retireving the auspec from his pocket, Galt noticed a new media file had uploaded. After murmuring the rite of buffering and chanting the prayer of play, a video began to fuzz into view. Galt immediatly realized the figure on the screen as Ymmot, yet, he was on his knees.
Puzzled, Galt burned a small stick of incense and recited the liturgy of replay, and realized that indeed Ymmot appeared to be groveling in front of the image of Lord Solar Macharius! Galt grinned, returnign the auspex to his pants, as he realized Ymmots influence in the galaxy was dealt a significant blow today.
Interdum feror cupidine partium magnarum Europae vincendarum
N'Ayez pas peur, De soufrir Le futur Nous attend
Les soldats reviendront! Arriveront victorieux! Donnez tout pour l'honneur!
Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Jul 1, 2009 22:10:12 GMT -5
Saint Macharius, my Lord Solar... I would have followed you my lord, followed you past the halo stars, past the edge of the galaxy and into the unknown. Sejanus was a weak fool to doubt you my lord...if only you had confided in me...if only you had trusted me.
On the bridge of the Pax Imperium I saw whole star systems burn to nothing as your loyal soldiers shouted your name...
Macharius, Macharius, Macharius...
I can still hear it to this day... it echos in my dreams and fills the quiet spaces in my mind. You conquered for humanity my lord, and in the end it was humanity that failed you.
Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 1, 2009 23:52:27 GMT -5
*On my strike cruiser my navigator suddenly shrieked and collapsed. I checked his pulse - he was alive, but we had dropped out of the warp. I strode to my sensor station and shoved the servitor out of the way. After a few moments of studying the readings, I came to the conclusion that we were lost. In the vast reaches of space...*
You... me... my basement...
May 31, 2010 15:13:05 GMT -5 Makarova said: Shut up and get in his basement.
Post by Hetfiltrator on Jul 2, 2009 17:18:16 GMT -5
*As I stood aboard the Manta missile destroyer I had captured and modified into my mobile laboratory I flip a switch.* meanwhile on Cadia *A small cadian boy is sitting at a table he has a small las-gun, flak armour and a bowl of Imperium'os before him* Yummy mommy, this cereial is delicous. *Suddenly a Brown drop-pod smashes through the house as the hatches descend the table and bowl is smashed and several space marines pop out* Young boy you are still eatin these? *he snatches up the box of cereial in his waffle coloured power fist and crushes it* HERESY! You need these.*slams down a box with a goofy picture of the Emporer smiling and waving* The Emporer only protects those who eat Emporer Flakes! Their made with his SKIN FLAKES!!! And you say the Emporer hasn't made sacrifices.*the mother looks horrified staring at the marines* Who are you?!*the marine looks into the camera and laughs* Ma'am we're the Breakfast Marines and we shall know no lunch time.
Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 2, 2009 17:19:02 GMT -5
Still wandering rather aimlessly through Ymmot's battle-fortress, RT wondered if there was anything for him to eat. Well, besides the flesh of his fellow man, which, in all honesty, didn't make a decent meal at the best of times, let alone when it had just been subjected to the effects of being thrown at a wall hard enough to reduce it to so much strawberry jelly.
"There was a house, in New Orleans. They called it the Rising Sun. It was the ruin of many a poor fool" he intoned, smiling at the memories long-held, the kinesthesia of violence, the hot-blooded fury he had felt so many millennia ago.
Post by Hetfiltrator on Jul 2, 2009 17:27:20 GMT -5
*Suddenly a Brown drop-pod smashes through the house as the hatches descend the table and bowl is smashed and several space marines pop out* Young man are you HUNGRY!?!?! *a Terminator stomps out* BRENNAN, FIRE THE CYCLONE WAFFLE LAUNCHER!! Todd the milkagun, anderson use the syrupper *A pair of waffles and a plate streak out and another marine stomps forward and raises a flamer looking weapon he presses the trigger and A flood of brown liquid pours out then another marine places a glass of milk next to the other food.* Only on a full stomach can one effectivly fight heresy, that is the motto of the BREAKFAST MARINES!!!!
Post by Hetfiltrator on Jul 2, 2009 19:01:04 GMT -5
*Teleports behind Ymmot with 30 N.T.M.s, all of them simultaniously cock their brand new shotguns loaded with Baneblade-stopper shells and fire with terrifying accuracy Shredding the king of the rocket men before his subjects*
Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 2, 2009 19:19:21 GMT -5
And let this be a lesson to you! I have people on my side who are able to godmod their way into the deepest recesses of your mind! YOUR MIND!!
Breakfast marines... such a money-maker idea. I foresee an advertising battle with Admiral Ackbar...
And going through my head right now is the voice of a marine from DoW, only he's saying: This is the breakfast of the righteous, scum! And another (termie): Heheheh -- they did not have a balanced breakfast. One more for the road (dread): I hunger, again.