40k - Torturer's bio and refName: Torturer (alias, real name unknown)40k - Torturer's bio and ref3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Planet of hailing: Scintilla
Race: Human->Adeptus Astartes (corrupted, possible mutations)
Age: 294 years
Specialist: Raptor (Assault marine)
Former Status: Emperor's Wolves 6th Company Assault Marine
Interim Status: Blood Disciples Raptor Marine, Traitor Excommunicate
Current Status: Flawless Host Aspiring Champion, Noise Raptor, Traitor Excommunicate
Psyker level: Theta (limited telepathy)
Threat level: High
Unlike many of youngsters across the galaxy, harvested by the Adeptus Astartes from barbaric, feudal worlds thrown in the turmoil of war, Torturer had been recruited off a civilized hive world. And not from the bowels of the underhives no, he had been pulled from a highly leisurely lifestyle of a rich and noble offspring.
Born on the hiveworld of Scintilla, in the great hive city of Tarsus, to a family of aristocratic Munitorium advisors and the Baron line of the High House of Zobeslaus, Torturer from his ea
Devotional Phrases 40kFor those seeking perfection there is no rest this side of the grave.Devotional Phrases 40k7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Faith without deeds is worthless.
Educate men without faith and you make them but clever devils.
Life is the emperors currency,spend it well.
The blood of martyrs is the seed of the Imperium.
Only the Emperor is all.
Victory is measured in blood, yours or your enemys.
The Emperor is your sheild, He is your sword, He is your flame of rightousness.
The man who has nothing can still have faith.
If it's a job worth doing, it's a job worth dying for.
Pain is an illusion of the body,despair an illusion of the mind.
The wise man learns from deaths of others.
Only the awkward ask questions,only the foolish ask twice.
Hatred is the Emperors greatest gift to humanity.
Heresy grows from idleness.
Nobody is innocent, there are only varying degrees of guilt.
Cowards die in shame.
Carry the Emperors will as a torch, with it destroy the shadows.
Regret is the excuse of the weak.
The stalwart will inherit tommorow,The weak will be b
Warhammer 40k PrimerThe Warhammer 40k Primer: describing the numerous factions and races in the Warhammer 40k universeWarhammer 40k Primer6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
By- Kingdoms Shield
It is The 41 millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battle fleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the manifestation of the Emperors will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest among them are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineere
The EndHer time had come,The End4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the world rejoiced.
No longer would she reign her justice down on them.
No longer would she step into matters not of her concern.
No longer would she dominate the world.
The world watched her fall from her high place,
And the world rejoiced.
As her cities fell to rubble,
As her leaders pleaded for help,
As her people begged for mercy,
The world just watched,
And the world rejoiced.
Then the air began to clear,
Then the dust began to settle,
Then the consequences became clear,
The world realized just what it had done,
And the world despaired.
What have we done?!?
What have we done!?!
WHAT HAVE WE DONE?!?
The world screamed
And the world fell into total darkness.
The NecronsMarch without a wordThe Necrons7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Slowly, almost unheard
Through the night they crept
Awoken from deep slumber
To tear the living of the galaxy asunder
A breakupI'm sorryA breakup8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've caused you pain
That I couldn't give you
Anything to gain
I've destroyed myself
Trying to see
Can never be
I thought you knew
That I would be
Here for you
But what I spoke was true
When I said my love
Shall always be for you.
Hidden LoveYoure my little ray of sunlight, that spot of white against the dark background. Youre always in my thoughts, in my dreams, in my heart. Youre that little bit of something that gets me through my day. Im living for you, working for you, playing for you. Im pushing myself to be better for you, my heart is beating for you. I would follow you around like a dog, if I could, I would put pictures of you all over my wall if I didnt seem suspicious. I would do almost anything to be with you, to stay with you, to keep you with me, like a little jewel. Every new thing you show me, every thing new to me about you makes my heart swell just that little bit more, makes it pump just that little bit harder for you. Every time you laugh, or smile, it brightens my day. When I see you working at something, deeply in concentration, I smile because I know how committed you are, how much your working to get just that little bit better. You may be one of a million, but youHidden Love4 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
the BridgeburnersWe all torched our bridgesthe Bridgeburners7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We all watched them burn
We breathed the ashes of the pillars
And watched the smoke billow and churn
We toiled through the desert
We hunted twelve and one
We marched and fought, fought and died
And were all scorched by the sun
We climbed dunes of blood and bone
We emerged from the sandy hell
We were all changed, we were different
But in what ways we could not tell
We had all become legends
Our names known throughout the land
We were betrayed and decimated
By the vicious imperial hand
We came too late to Capustan
We knew deceit at the siege of Pale
There are hardly any of us left
Who live to tell our tragic tale.
We entered Coral first
And some of us never came out
We fought with great valour
This fact you cannot doubt
We were interred in the sea
Buried inside Moon's Spawn
To a Song we did ascend and
As gods we hailed the dawn
We all torched our bridges
We all watched them burn
We breathed the ashes of the pillars
And watched the smoke billow and churn
A 40K ChristmasTwas the night before ChristmasA 40K Christmas8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and all through the barracks
not a creature was stirring not even the ferrets.
The servitor stalked through the hallways with care
as though in fear they may be mauled by a bear.
The Space Marines all tucked in tight in their bunks,
dreaming of blowing the 'nids into chunks.
When all of a sudden there arose a great clatter,
I called an Inquisitor to look into the matter.
I ran to the hanger, Laspistol in hand,
and saw a red Thunderhawk with a single white band.
From it there walked a man clad in red,
no sign of a helmet atop his great bearded head.
He carried a sack filled with hundreds of boxes,
and for a moment my fear fell upon poxes,
but then he laughed, in a great 'belly-laugh',
knocking me down, out of reach of my staff.
And then in a time no more than a heartbeat,
he drew out a present and laid it at my feet.
He made his way past the security beams,
giving presents to soldiers who were deep in their dreams.
When he w
FriendA simple glanceFriend10 years ago in Ballad More Like This
Sends my heart racing
Many sleepless nights
Every word spoken
By your sweet lips
Makes me go weak
My hands lose their grip
Your beauty is exceeded
Only by your kindness
Before I met you
I walked around in blindness
Now that I know you
I'll never forget
I feel it's an angel
I happen to have met
If we stay only friends
It's fine by me
Just spending time with you
Makes me happy as can be
But if you were willing
I would treat you right
I'd be your Prince Charming
Keep you warm through the night
But as I have said
I'm happy as friends
Because friends share a love
A love that never ends
I Love You.We had been laughingI Love You.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting next to one another
Just enjoying each other's company
Like we always did
Surrounded by other people
But we didn't see or hear them
We never did
Because when we're together
It's just you and me
Now we grow silent
Our laughing reduced to happy smiles
Leaning against each other
To stay sitting up
I had always enjoyed the silent moments
Where we could say everything
But nothing at all
Where it seemed to always be warm in our little world
But this time it was different
I knew it was a perfect opertunity
To finally say what I had been wanting to
To get this overwhelming feeling off my chest
I grew slightly stiff
My nerves were jittery
I refused to look at you for longer than a second
My mouth felt dry
My fingers would twitch
And our world felt hotter
But I bet it's just me
Because you look fine
Just like you always do
This is it
I'm going to say it now
Put my heart on the line
Because love is love
Love is taking chances
Love is blind
Love is fear
Witch HunterWitch Hunter4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Her hand came up sharply, in a halting gesture and her company froze. Their breath misting before them in the damp through fare, weapons gripped tightly across their chests and eyes scanning the grim surrounds. Grey towers of granite and plas-crete soared above their heads, their apex's seeming to taper to a single point, framed in the fading, purple twilight. Yet even this inexhaustible light source failed to illuminate their passage, for here in the under hive, no light pierced the veil of shadow. Stagnant puddles of brackish water riddled the pitted and scarred pavement and the structures that bordered their path were either plastered in a thick layer of faded recruitment posters and various promotional materials, or simply vandalized in the foulest manner.
An echo reverberated off of the densely packed walls, increasing in volume with each passing moment until the slight skittering of hurried steps became booming waves of thunder in their ears. The company looked to thei
Bullet Wounds and Bitemarks 7Bullet Wounds and Bitemarks 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nothing felt more wrong then just leaving the safe house after all they had done for me. Sneaking out of it felt like Déjà vu. Like how I felt when I was a kid and would sneak out to be with my friends. Heart pounding, feeling a little guilty, every noise sounding louder then it really was.
Running away was ten times worse. Where would I go? Back to the truck? Ellis is persistent. He would offer to look for me and they would go straight there. Ellis. He liked me. Gosh, Now I feel worse.
I had to shake these pesky thoughts. I must think safety. I must think....food, shelter, and clean. I was sick of sticky floors and the smell of rotting flesh. The last thing I needed right now was-.....SHIT!
A zombie grabbed me and I fell to the ground.
The zombies are getting too close. I almost forgot that they were here. The zombie on top of me bit my arm and I put the pistol to its head. One shot. It released its jaw and standing up I looked around.
Lots of i
Roving in the Darkness chptr 1 The ground shook as the Victrex Mons took another step forward. The Reaver titan's massive hull shivered with the thud of the impact as the God Machine strode forward. The sandstorm clouded the visual sensors and the screaming sounds of the storm required the muting of the audio receptors, but thankfully the radar was still operating.Roving in the Darkness chptr 14 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Keep your guns on a pivot; I don't want anything sneaking up on us." Said Princeps Ateron. Both Moderati confirmed with a nod. He wondered why the Legion Master had dispatched a Reaver instead of a Warhound Pack. He knew something was wrong.
As the titan marched into the loading area of the Factorium, eyes were glued to the god machine as it
Take Me or Leave MeSome things about me aren't easy to loveTake Me or Leave Me4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Qualities, quirks, things I'm not proud of
How I get your approval about everything
How I'm self-conscious when I dance or sing
I'm easily jealous alot of the time
Sometimes I want things that just aren't mine
You may not have guessed, but I should mention
I do love being the center of attention
I don't feel pretty if I have a zit
If I get a bad grade, I have a fit
I think I look better when I straighten my hair
On occasion I've panicked about what to wear
I regret some words I say out loud
I act like I know what I'm talking about
I can't whistle, no matter how hard I try
The smallest of things will make me cry
But these things make up the person
I've come to be
Although we're all human
I'm the one and only me
All The DaysLate night conversation,All The Days5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hopeless sighs
I will love you, all the days of my life
Miles... from where you are,
Not even the distance could tear us apart
I forgive you for not being near,
Because your love still lingers here...
And no matter how far, you're the only one for me
Days and nights spent here and there,
Seeing you again is worth it, every time
Like a burning fire</b> our love grows stronger
Intense are the flames...
Yet you're my cool and calm
Longing</i> for your warm embrace,
And sweet kisses...
Where you are is where I want to be</b>
Late night conversation,
And hopeless sighs
Turns to smiles</i> and laughter</i>
Until sleepy-heads say goodbye,
Miles... from where you are
Not even the distance could tear us apart
I will love you</i>, all the days of my life
A Heretic ChristmasTwas the night before Christmas, and all through the WarpA Heretic Christmas4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A ship was preparing, all hands set to work
The lances and batteries were blessed by Tech Priests,
Laspistols charged up and heavy bolters greased.
The stormtroopers were roused from their barrack beds,
With visions of shoulder-mounted MUI Hellguns dancing in their heads.
The Admiral in his hot tub, the astropaths plugged in,
The fleet's ready for battle, versus daemonicus hereticus they'll win
They burst from the Warp, into a system of no matter,
Save the Inquisitorial artifact that makes Psyker heads splatter.
If demons or heretics or gene stealers hid it away,
There are always the nukes to make things okay.
(What's another planet, right?)
With Admiral Drake, Doc Havlock, and Orlha in tow,
The shuttle rounds the moons and settles on the ice planet below.
But what to their wandering gunsights should appear,
But a trail of blood splatter, and flesh that's been seared!
Drake tally-hoes and points a-that-a-way
DreadnoughtInspired by One by MetallicaDreadnought4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A flash. Heat. Darkness.
I wake up. I am staring into the blank, expressionless face of an
Apothecary. He is studying me, like a surgeon studies a patient. I try to blink. Something seems wrong. It takes twenty seconds before I realize.
I have no eyelids.
Terrified, I try to touch my face, but I can't feel my arms. They're not there. Neither are my legs. Seeing me struggle, the Apothecary speaks in a hateful monotone.
"You destroyed the tank, brother. However, secondary explosions injured you grievously."
Grievously. As if a word like that could describe my death.
"The explosion amputated three of your limbs, and damaged your right arm so badly that it had to be removed as well. Fires melted the majority of your skin. The Emperor smiled on you, however, and your backpack prevented shrapnel from reaching your vital systems."
He smiled on me, yes. He smiled with irony as he welcomed me into the eternal darkness of a trapped warrior. I kno
Who are You? Ch. 4Who are You? Ch. 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Garrus exited the elevator on the Combat Information Center, his guns and a bag slung over his back. He had gone down to the main battery and gathered the lone things he had brought with him on the ship before heading up to the CIC, ready to exit the ship for what Garrus thought was for good. As he walked past Kelly she attempted to say hello, but his blatant ignorance to her presence caused her to quiet herself as he walked past. No one else even bothered to try and greet him as he walked past.
He had gotten violent with Shepard, and he didn't really know if it was the right thing to do. She had started it, but the look she had given him when he had her pushed up against the wall was confusing to him. He knew what humans looked like when they were scared (he had killed enough rotten humans on Omega during his time as Archangel), but Shepard hadn't just been scared... there was another emotion he could see, and it wasn't one Garrus had seen come from her before. Whatever it was,
Damned and Forsaken Pt.1"I am the Butchers blood-hound, yet I hunt alone. Come, the day, when I'll taste my prey"Damned and Forsaken Pt.14 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
He was called Pig, and he was a Scourger. Many others would be offended by such a name, but Pig weren't. People that can smash an ork's skull just through brute force usually don't care about such fickle things as insulting nicknames they're aware that in the end, they'll be the ones laughing their asses off. And Pig well, he was that kind of a guy. Outwardly slow, with a dull, unmoving stare of beady eyes and a meaty expressionless face, always somewhat oily and hardened he was nothing like a stupid Ogryn he looked like. He was called Pig because a Cadian commissar cut off the tip of his nose with a sword and thus, the nickname was one to be proud of, in the end.
Pig, a former Drill Abbot, rose hundreds to battle with his words and actions. But that day, when the Carnagers 14th gathered in a bunker for the celebration of the Jakenberg Hive downfall, he didn't wish
The War in HeavenHe stared at the storms billowing in the sky; green streaks of energy webbed the sky in random order. Radiated winds blew and howled the scream of a slow, painful death always in the minds of the Necrontyr. He sighed and turned the rumble and flash of the oncoming storm too much to handle. Death, which was his inevitability. How can life be so cruel? He could not fathom an answer, no one could. Ra'tesh sat on his crypt, feeling the soft cloth that lined it. Feeling the rough feel of the glyphs stitched into the fabric. What kind of life is worth living when death will sink its cold hands into you when your defenses are down and the consciousness is gone? He was tired and sick, from both the blighted storms that plagued his dying world and the thought of not surviving. A thunderous boom shook his undercroft; motes of dust fell from the ceiling. He quickly ran to the slit of a window that let in the dark light of the star, oh that blasted star that was killing his people. He stared at itThe War in Heaven1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shas'val - Chapter 1Shas'val - Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Upon arriving General O'Shovah greeted me, it's been several years since I have seen him as my training has been taking precedence over any life that anyone would call normal for a member of the fire cast. Kneeling down, my father studied me with focused attention, "Rise with honour my daughter." he said warmly, his words easily masking the pressing issues at hand.
I had been summoned earlier than anticipated from my training, as it turned out things had been taking a turn for the worse within the command structure of my father's Cadre and not to mention the ever looming presence of the Ork infestation on our already dwindling supply lines, many of his leaders had been slain in combat against the great green tide and times were becoming desperate without the help from his commanders.
O'Shovah was handling things the best he could with what he had; which was an admiral feat but he was beginning to run low on those he trusted within the command chain and therefore he has called on mys
I worry too much...I worry too muchI worry too much...5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
My heart pounded violently in my chest. I thought I was going to faint. I thought I was going to throw-up. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to smile, squeal, and dance. I couldnt feel my legs, my feet, where was I walking? I thought I was going to loose control of my body and flop onto the floor like a fish gasping for air. I couldnt speak, sounds only came out in chokes. My hands were drenched in sweat and vibrating, they felt cold and I had lost feeling in the tips. I could feel blood rushing through my head, I must have been turning red. Every time they tried to lead me, my protests came out in a higher volume than I expected, my voice cracking. It was suppose to be a happy moment to cheer and high-five. But I only felt overwhelmed, Id never felt this before, and I felt so unprepared. No one had told me it woul