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 Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 11:52 am
"TITANS! they have Ti...."-last words of command point alpha
"Heretics will be shot,survivors will be shot again" Ordos Heretictus motto xd
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 2:15 am
"Oh.. You know me Zygmunt. You bring a blade, I bring a cannon... You bring a flier..." Noiseless, arch-winged, ominous, a Valkyrie assault carrier rose from the forest before him, washing the canopy growth back in a wide, concentric ripple.
- Harlon Nayl heart , moments before shooting down Zygmunt Molotch
"I take this burden of evil upon myself and I will not fear it, for I am fear incarnate..."
"Death haunts the darkness. And he knows your names."
"Contrary to Guilliman's rash pronouncement, it seemed Astartes could know fear..."
- the Night Haunter
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 4:05 pm
dont mean to offend anyone with this...
The Blood Angels have, without a doubt, the very best Chapter fluff in the Imperium. We aren't all lame and disgusted with our bodies to the point of hacking bits off to be replaced by cybernetics, nor are we all goody-goody blue funboys with no real fluff short of, "Uhhhh... we got our asses handed to us by the 'nids." We aren't scouring the galaxy, searching for our brothers who turned to the dark side and might out us while living in a floating rock because we blew our own homeworld up. We aren't self flagellators in yellow armor, we aren't all albino with schtoopid mutant weirdos, we don't have lame claws growing out of our forearms, and we do not enjoy chowing down on a steaming bowl of dog food just before licking our balls and rolling over for a nap.
We are among the oldest lived space marines. We are possibly the only ones who appreciate, and create art. We have a true hero Primarch that died in the service of the Emperor. Our Primarch didn't have canines, he didn't have pallid skin, or one freaky eye; he had wings! He had precognition without dabbling in the chaos arts. The Blood Angels are proud, yet not self-important. They fight as well as any marine, yet at the same time hold themselves back to keep from falling into the abyss of the Rage. I could go on, but I'd be speaking to the converted...
The popularity of marine armies waxes and wanes as GW focuses their baleful eye on each one. While our rules may suffer in light of the current armies, there will always be a core cadre of players who play them because they are just so dang bitchen' regardless of the rules.
Oh, I almost forgot... the Blood Angels are red. Not some fairy lame color like blue or yellow. Not presumptuous goth black, or goth-lite gray. Not green (I mean, green?) or white (coming up with a primary color was too difficult for them). They are red; the color of blood, violence, and Taiwanese hooker lipstick. In other words, the color of why it's good to be a marine!
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 7:36 pm
Yeah, I'm all for the Blood Angels as well.
But what was the point of that? If you don't mind me asking.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 11:03 pm
Actually Sekchi that rant was well said, you have done the Blood angels a good credit with that. Bravo. 3nodding
All though this post would have been better suited to the "40k army humor/suck thread" sad
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 2:03 pm
"DONT TOUCH THAR TEETH! I WANTS THAR TEETH!!"
-Ork Flash Gitz
o.O Jon
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 10:37 pm
all orkz iz equal.....but sum orkz iz mo' equal dan otha's.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 5:21 am
"If ya paintz et red et goez faster!"
o.O Jon
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:59 pm
good morning commissar Slayte!
-Markos"Beans"Biehn
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 9:38 am
sekchi-toguchi dont mean to offend anyone with this... The Blood Angels have, without a doubt, the very best Chapter fluff in the Imperium. We aren't all lame and disgusted with our bodies to the point of hacking bits off to be replaced by cybernetics, nor are we all goody-goody blue funboys with no real fluff short of, "Uhhhh... we got our asses handed to us by the 'nids." We aren't scouring the galaxy, searching for our brothers who turned to the dark side and might out us while living in a floating rock because we blew our own homeworld up. We aren't self flagellators in yellow armor, we aren't all albino with schtoopid mutant weirdos, we don't have lame claws growing out of our forearms, and we do not enjoy chowing down on a steaming bowl of dog food just before licking our balls and rolling over for a nap. We are among the oldest lived space marines. We are possibly the only ones who appreciate, and create art. We have a true hero Primarch that died in the service of the Emperor. Our Primarch didn't have canines, he didn't have pallid skin, or one freaky eye; he had wings! He had precognition without dabbling in the chaos arts. The Blood Angels are proud, yet not self-important. They fight as well as any marine, yet at the same time hold themselves back to keep from falling into the abyss of the Rage. I could go on, but I'd be speaking to the converted... The popularity of marine armies waxes and wanes as GW focuses their baleful eye on each one. While our rules may suffer in light of the current armies, there will always be a core cadre of players who play them because they are just so dang bitchen' regardless of the rules. Oh, I almost forgot... the Blood Angels are red. Not some fairy lame color like blue or yellow. Not presumptuous goth black, or goth-lite gray. Not green (I mean, green?) or white (coming up with a primary color was too difficult for them). They are red; the color of blood, violence, and Taiwanese hooker lipstick. In other words, the color of why it's good to be a marine! Allow me to provide some counterpoints: Your primarch was a mutant... he had WINGS for cryin' out loud! Your primarch got the snot kicked out of him by Horus without horus even breaking a sweat... he went on to bring the Emperor to nothing more than a vegetable AFTER slaying his brother primarch. The Red Rage isn't a result of the Blood Angels achieving the pinnacle of martial ability, it's a tantrum over the fact that your primarch got swatted. The World Eaters do it better, and a good number of them have been lobotomized... So, what's this about having the best fluff?
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 2:50 pm
dronze sekchi-toguchi dont mean to offend anyone with this... The Blood Angels have, without a doubt, the very best Chapter fluff in the Imperium. We aren't all lame and disgusted with our bodies to the point of hacking bits off to be replaced by cybernetics, nor are we all goody-goody blue funboys with no real fluff short of, "Uhhhh... we got our asses handed to us by the 'nids." We aren't scouring the galaxy, searching for our brothers who turned to the dark side and might out us while living in a floating rock because we blew our own homeworld up. We aren't self flagellators in yellow armor, we aren't all albino with schtoopid mutant weirdos, we don't have lame claws growing out of our forearms, and we do not enjoy chowing down on a steaming bowl of dog food just before licking our balls and rolling over for a nap. We are among the oldest lived space marines. We are possibly the only ones who appreciate, and create art. We have a true hero Primarch that died in the service of the Emperor. Our Primarch didn't have canines, he didn't have pallid skin, or one freaky eye; he had wings! He had precognition without dabbling in the chaos arts. The Blood Angels are proud, yet not self-important. They fight as well as any marine, yet at the same time hold themselves back to keep from falling into the abyss of the Rage. I could go on, but I'd be speaking to the converted... The popularity of marine armies waxes and wanes as GW focuses their baleful eye on each one. While our rules may suffer in light of the current armies, there will always be a core cadre of players who play them because they are just so dang bitchen' regardless of the rules. Oh, I almost forgot... the Blood Angels are red. Not some fairy lame color like blue or yellow. Not presumptuous goth black, or goth-lite gray. Not green (I mean, green?) or white (coming up with a primary color was too difficult for them). They are red; the color of blood, violence, and Taiwanese hooker lipstick. In other words, the color of why it's good to be a marine! Allow me to provide some counterpoints: Your primarch was a mutant... he had WINGS for cryin' out loud! Your primarch got the snot kicked out of him by Horus without horus even breaking a sweat... he went on to bring the Emperor to nothing more than a vegetable AFTER slaying his brother primarch. The Red Rage isn't a result of the Blood Angels achieving the pinnacle of martial ability, it's a tantrum over the fact that your primarch got swatted. The World Eaters do it better, and a good number of them have been lobotomized... So, what's this about having the best fluff? And space hobbits do it even better at 1/3 the size! You can take twice as many at half the price and they even come with hairy feet!
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 12:08 pm
Dr. Putrid dronze sekchi-toguchi dont mean to offend anyone with this... The Blood Angels have, without a doubt, the very best Chapter fluff in the Imperium. We aren't all lame and disgusted with our bodies to the point of hacking bits off to be replaced by cybernetics, nor are we all goody-goody blue funboys with no real fluff short of, "Uhhhh... we got our asses handed to us by the 'nids." We aren't scouring the galaxy, searching for our brothers who turned to the dark side and might out us while living in a floating rock because we blew our own homeworld up. We aren't self flagellators in yellow armor, we aren't all albino with schtoopid mutant weirdos, we don't have lame claws growing out of our forearms, and we do not enjoy chowing down on a steaming bowl of dog food just before licking our balls and rolling over for a nap. We are among the oldest lived space marines. We are possibly the only ones who appreciate, and create art. We have a true hero Primarch that died in the service of the Emperor. Our Primarch didn't have canines, he didn't have pallid skin, or one freaky eye; he had wings! He had precognition without dabbling in the chaos arts. The Blood Angels are proud, yet not self-important. They fight as well as any marine, yet at the same time hold themselves back to keep from falling into the abyss of the Rage. I could go on, but I'd be speaking to the converted... The popularity of marine armies waxes and wanes as GW focuses their baleful eye on each one. While our rules may suffer in light of the current armies, there will always be a core cadre of players who play them because they are just so dang bitchen' regardless of the rules. Oh, I almost forgot... the Blood Angels are red. Not some fairy lame color like blue or yellow. Not presumptuous goth black, or goth-lite gray. Not green (I mean, green?) or white (coming up with a primary color was too difficult for them). They are red; the color of blood, violence, and Taiwanese hooker lipstick. In other words, the color of why it's good to be a marine! Allow me to provide some counterpoints: Your primarch was a mutant... he had WINGS for cryin' out loud! Your primarch got the snot kicked out of him by Horus without horus even breaking a sweat... he went on to bring the Emperor to nothing more than a vegetable AFTER slaying his brother primarch. The Red Rage isn't a result of the Blood Angels achieving the pinnacle of martial ability, it's a tantrum over the fact that your primarch got swatted. The World Eaters do it better, and a good number of them have been lobotomized... So, what's this about having the best fluff? And space hobbits do it even better at 1/3 the size! You can take twice as many at half the price and they even come with hairy feet!Damn straight!
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 4:50 pm
yeah but for some reason the Space Hobbits just wanna walk everywhere....and they keep going to Volcanic planets
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 10:34 pm
'Is there not some incantation?' Ravenor asked as he and Molotch stood beside the waiting craft.
'Incantation?' Molotch laughed.
'I don't know, I'm happy to say, know much about these things. I assumed there would be some words to speak, some ritual.'
Molothch giggled. 'What a strange notion your kind has of mine, Gideon. You picture us all, sheltered away on our covens, mumbling arcane phrases from decrepit tomes of the adulation of our masters.'
'I'm sorry,' said Ravenor. 'I assumed-'
'Actually, there is,' said Molotch, holding out a shred of parchment, 'and I want to say it.'
I lol-ed when i read this XP
o.O Jon
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 3:15 am
"There's something about you I find intruiging."
-Gaunt, to Major Cirke before getting kicked in the knackers.
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