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  1. So, this came out of nowhere for me. I was unaware that the existence of 40k in our RP was an issue for people, and that's not good. Does anyone have specific or general complaints about it? Because this is the first time I've heard of this problem, and I want to help fix it.
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  3. May your memory stay with us forever, Gancho.
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    ++IN THE EMPEROR'S NAME, LET NONE SURVIVE++ The air shuddered around the Sleepless. A metallic thrum filled the air, and the man collapsed into a bloody pile of offal and gore, the cremlings of his body being crushed to a pulp.* The wall to the library blew apart as giants in midnight armor crashed through. They raised their guns and doused what remained of the Sleepless in liquid fire. One ran through the flames and grabbed Aln, throwing her away from the raging firestorm that engulfed the Sleepless. It turned back towards him and, robes flaring in an unseen wind, raised a spike of cold, deadly light.
  7. Guess who’s going to flesh out the Black Crusade? *points awkwardly at self*
  8. Huh. I think your account is glitching, Woodrack.
  9. To be fair, not everyone liked Lopen's level of silliness. It got in the way of telling the story sometimes. And I distinctly remember one person leaving the RP because of it.
  10. Dude, he's a mod. He doesn't have to ask your permission
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    Azrael nodded. "It's decided, then. Stormbreaker goes down, the assassins go up, and the Dark Angels will go both ways. We can cover the most ground that way." @Vargo Seldon @Sorana
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    Azrael strode forward to the threshold of the elevator. "We go down," he said, kneeling and looking over the edge. "My Librarians--what's left of them-- can sense something below this building. The problem is going to be getting enough of our forces down there in time." He gestured towards the darkness below. "This shaft is a choke point. My brothers and I can barely fit inside, let alone climb down it at any reasonable speed. We don't know what's down there, so falling isn't an option." He stood up, and turned back to the group. "So- assassin, Sister Rey: What do we do?" @Vargo Seldon @Darth Woodrack @Sorana
  13. My initial reason for getting involved in the plot was only tangentially related- one of Ark's characters, Crow, had fought with my dudes in the past, so I came back for revenge. And then started bombarding PlasmaCore when the red mist showed up. Things, uh, escalated quickly Warhammer 40K and Sanderson's mesh together surprisingly well. Power armor becomes Shardplate, Warp sorcery can be reflavored Epic powers, and guns are, well, guns. Albeit really big guns.
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    Azrael pushed past them and kicked open the door to PlasmaCore. The sound echoed through the empty foyer. Bodies, shrouded by shadows, were strewn across the floor. He could smell fear in the air, old and stale. The people here had not died well, and their killer was still about. Something rustled in the back, but otherwise did nothing. Azrael lowered his sword and strode into the wrecked building. Robed veterans followed after him, spreading throughout the room. Members of the Deathwing followed them, clad in bone-white Terminator armor. They spread out in a loose circle around Azrael. Finally were the guild leaders from the Invincible Reason. He looked towards the elevator and frowned. Something had torn off the doors and thrown them to the side. The shaft was lit by a sterile blue light, dust drifting through the air inside. He turned around, looking at the other leaders. “We have a problem,” he said. @I think I am here. @Vargo Seldon @Sorana A cavernous chamber faced Crow, hundreds of meters wide. Strips of yellow lights hung from the ceiling, casting an even glow over the bay. Oddly, the wall at the far end was segmented, divided into multiple overlapping parts. A slab of bright metal slid out of the doorway with a crash, slamming it shut. The remains of the door Crow had sliced open flew away with a spray of sparks. The sound echoed through the chamber, gradually falling away into silence. “Normally, this is the part where I start torturing you,” said a voice to Crow’s right. An Astartes in black armor walked towards her. She wore robes of dark green, with a golden skull for her helm. “But you’re not like the traitors I usually deal with.” @Ax's Boyfriend