| Warhammer Review. Vandire will be writing
a proper and serious review that is actually helpful and intelligent and
strategic, I’m just accepting my fate and the knowledge that I’ll
allways be a mediocre writer.
I’ve got a lot to say on this but nothing coherent at the moment.
I’ve just had an important thought.
Space Marines, They re-produce and spawn without fucking, surely that
means that women could re-produce without men, right?
This might mean there would be a threat of 8ft tall women striding around
in heavy armour bitch slapping each other in arguments about who the emperor
favours more, but it’s an idea..
Also, Space Marines have three lungs, two hearts
and lots of other added organs, so.. how big would..that be…and
would there be two of them? Or do they remove all unimportant organs?
I’ve got no fantasies of fucking Space Marines (..no.) but I just
cant help thinking about that. It’s icky.
I mean, it’s okay for Eldar, and the Tau,
even the Orks *spits *, they can go home after a battle, pick up some
women folk and screw until they’re called up to fight again.
What about the Space Marines?
Do they not lust or Love? Do they desire only the love of the Emperor?
I do not mean to blaspheme and question religion, I’m simply thinking
that Space Marines still have trace aspects of human in them. And humans
have needs.
Or do they perhaps console themselves with food? This leads me on to wonder,
Are Space Marines comfort eaters?
Despite their genes and superhuman strength, they’re still going
to need food… And I’m scared to think just how many calories
one single Space Marine needs to consume in one day.
None of this is covered in the Codex, but there are many pretty pictures.
Another thing that troubles me somewhat is that
in Dawn Of War, some of the Eldar fighters have rather shapely and appealing
(to humans) ((well, to some humans)) breasts. This is just…I don’t
know. I cant quite put into words what’s bothering me here.
I mean, would ET have the same cute friendly image in our civilisation
if he’d also had huge breasts? If the slimy things from ‘Alien’
wore black leather heels and lacy ‘stuff’ would they still
be icky scary evil things?
(These are rhetorical questions people, but please do feel free to indulge
in those lovely lovely mental images)
Anyway, back onto Space Marines. They’re so damned picky about their
selection process. It’s almost as strict as Asda recruitment sessions.
I will not accept the fact that I will never be a Space Marine. You just
can’t say that for sure, because maybe one day I might be. And then
I’ll bring death and much woe down upon the fuckers who said I would
never be a Space Marine.
I love the Space Marine race, but some parts of it do sound unpleasant
and horrible. Like dead honoured space marines being placed into sarcophaguses
and then placed in Dreadnoughts to fight on indefinitely. Death is meant
to be an escape, it’s not much of an escape if you wake up to find
yourself integrated into this bloody huge piece of machinery in the middle
of a rather large Ork colony.
I hate Orks.
The TechMarines worship and pray to the Machines. Imagine a solitary techpriest
praying and sobbing to a stubbornly not working dreadnought on a battlefield
filled with the dead corpses of SpaceMarines and a rather big squad of
approaching Orks. Then imagine an Art student sobbing before a dead AppleMac
the night before an important essay has to be in.
The only difference is that the Techpriest probably wont go and fetch
a rolling pin/similar and say ‘’HELLO Mr bastard piece of
non-working machinery. I am VERY.UPSET. I have loved and cared for you
for several years and you are being NAUGHTY. I would like you to meet
Mr heavy painful thing that can and will BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU SHOULD
YOU CHOSE TO PROCEED, WITH, NOT, WORKING!!”
Or maybe they would. I know not what is in the
Techpriests Codex under ‘What to do when the shit hits the fan’.
I’d like to think that SpaceMarines are Ravers.
Their TechMarines pray to their vehicles, killing in battle is seen as
an offering to the Emperor, Ravers dance to worship. And they do look
like Ravers.
Perhaps they too worship through loud music and dance?
None of us really know what the SpaceMarines do when not in battle. To
be sure they train, and pray, but how about Rave?
I’m also convinced that part of their superhuman strength is due
to Methamphetamine. That shit would make a Guinea Pig into a ninja.
They can hide their ugliness under heavy armour and believe in their beliefs
and their beliefs alone. They’re dependent on the chemicals that
made them what they are and without them they’re nothing. You see,
I’m on my way to being a SpaceMarine already.
I’m planning to re-paint my SpaceMarines soon. They shall be bright
pink and blue with black bits, their insignia will be a smiley face and
I’ll add detail in UV, although this wont actually show unless I’m
playing under UV lighting. Vandire suggested I call my army the ‘SpeedFreaks’
but I think that would be a little bit too…wannabe..
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