World EaterMore Like This
The Blood God's decree
An unending slaughter
No reason and no rhyme
Spilling organs, draining blood
Martial prowess, matched by none
Stare through the Blood God's eyes
Feel his rage - You despise
All life Make it die
Knowing just hate
You can't control it
Submitting to him
You find your freedom
Unleashed upon the galaxy
Spreading war, destroy it brutally
No grave for you as you fall
Khorne accepts you blood and all
On the battle field
Embrace the chaos
Join the Bone Mountains
Where the Blood Rivers flow
A new idea for the Imperial forces of the ImperiumThe imperiums future depends on modernizing. We need to modernize. To think new. The old technologies must be researched anew. But we also need to do more in research, or else im afraid the imperium will splinter as heretics surface and tyrranids chew on its fridges.More Like This
The orks are my idea. If we somehow manage to get an extra large space marine, or perhaps a dreadnaught and make it ''Orky'' to use a exeno word. The ''Orky'' space marine or dreadnaught could rally his own WAAAGH! By shooting the orks and make sure they know their place. This way the empire of mankind could use one of their strongest enemies against the rest.
A mighty WAAAAGH! Led by and with the blessings of the Holy Emperor of Terra would make for exelent stormtroops. And thanks to the orks body built for war they could save millions of the emperors people. They could work well with Ogryn. An Ogryn made ''Orky''and sent to lead a great WAAAGH! Would thus serve the emperor better then if he were given a rippergun and sen
Old Friends, 40K Fanfic OLD FRIENDSMore Like This
'Where is your master hiding, filthy servant of the Carrion God?'
In response to the inquiry the Plague Marine, adorned in ancient and poorly maintained power armour painted in the colours and heraldry of the Death Guard, began to chuckle heartily. His tone was obnoxiously jocund, a fact which, considering the gravity of the situation in which the wretch now found himself, the opponent facing him found altogether discomforting.
'So then you're the one, eh?' the Plague Marine responded at last, his voice warm and welcoming. 'The Sorcerer. He said you would come to Bogblast, and here you are indeed. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you.
Save the Boob-plate!The reason for making this journal entry is because there is something that has been on my mind since the past three months. And not on my mind alone as it seems more artists are confronted with the same thing I'm about to say. While in most cases time dissipates the issue in my mind this time it is something that keeps bugging me over and over again to a point it irritates the hell out of me. Afterall it is a hot topic that has gone completely viral for many months now.More Like This
This journal entry is all about judgmental journalism, offended-by-design opinionators and the fearsome white knights that the first two bring in its wake. Surely this is something that has existed since the first written word on the internet, and for as long men could express their thoughts behind a pseudonym charade.
Recent events and a large exposure to unhealthy criticism had gotten me thinking and checking with my fellow artists. I'm sure people will say that as an artist we should learn how to deal with harsh and