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- Wherever I feel like being
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- He/Him
You are correct. Looking it up, there's a couple of different totals, the highest being 45 million, the lowest is 23-30 million.
The Galaxy is Flood, Not Food
- Thread starter Jackson Fox
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- Crossover Sci-Fi Horror
questioningmeme
Just be yourself
- Location
- River of Light
Actually, according to multiple sources it was around 15-55 million depending on estimation parameters.
Suffice it to say though, no matter the numbers, the Birds kicked their ass.
Yep, spot on. And worse the Chinese lost badly as hundreds of thousands of people have died. Meanwhile, the Emu only knocked down fences and embarrassed their military.
It is a very exclusive club, not many countries want to join. I wonder why...
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Sick and tired of being Sick and Tired
- Location
- Alta California
- Pronouns
- They/Them
I am wondering was the Embrace of Audacity consciously based on /meant be a 40k timeline version of the USG Ishimura? Or is this just paradolia and pattern seeking gone awry for me?
I mean both would be Rugged looking, ancient yet comparatively advanced mining ships, both spent time as hulks, albeit the ishimura later got reclaimed and blown to smitheeen, etc.
It was largely based off fan designs for 40k DAoT ships which are essentially utilitarian versions of modern Imperial vessels minus the gothic architecture and excessive gold plating. The name was intended to evoke a sort of Enterprise feel, given what we know about ancient humans.
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Sick and tired of being Sick and Tired
- Location
- Alta California
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Not to derail too much but my memmory was that there were at least very large food shortages in Australia at the time? I don't know if anyone individually starved as a direct or indirect results of flocks of emus glutting on human grown plants but I wouldn't be shocked if some did. How off am I on this?
I would not be surprised to hear that the Embrace of Audacity is of the same class of ship that would become the Ark Mechanicus during the Age of Strife.
Because, really, where else would you stick the colonization-supporting STC system than on the ship designed to go around and build up colonies...
Because, really, where else would you stick the colonization-supporting STC system than on the ship designed to go around and build up colonies...
- Location
- Israel
Gleipnir is a tentacle robot, isn't it?
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- Wherever I feel like being
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- He/Him
It's a power source.
Tide has enough of those thanks to the Tech-Priests, he doesn't need a new one.
Is Ulrius just playing irl Minecraft on that moon?
If anyone was capable of reenacting the feat of acquiring wood by punching a tree, it'd be a space marine.
Journeys - Part 5
Journeys – Part 5
Uirus fitted the final wooden branch into place, stepping back to consider his work. The wooden structure was ramshackle and unlikely to survive a storm, let alone a bolt round… but it would suffice for the moment.
In the distance, he heard the lake's waters crashing against the sands of the shoreline. The waves of the lake were always large even at low tide, likely the result of the strong gravitational pull of the gas giant the moon orbited. In truth, that was a concern to him, as the possibility of a tsunami had crossed his mind. He would move back into the mountains eventually, for the safety it would provide and easier access to a wider range of resources. While he was not a skilled smith or craftsman, he knew enough about the art to at least fashion himself some basic tools even from raw resources and without access to a refinery. Nothing as useful as a distress beacon, but even an iron dagger might prove useful, if hopelessly fragile and blunt compared to what he was used to.
However, before all that, he needed the resources of this part of the land. There was little wood in the mountains, which were mostly covered in grass, and what trees were there were not very strong. The trees by the shore had thicker trunks and deep roots, and were much stronger. He lacked any tools, so he had taken to pulling on the branches, snapping them off with his great strength and, occasionally, battering away at them with fists when they proved particularly stubborn.
There was something odd about this place, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Perhaps it was the total lack of animals beyond the rat he had first seen, which had burrowed back underground. Not a single beast of any size that he could perceive had appeared after that and he had already guessed that the creature was not native to this moon.
He was not sure and that lack of knowledge greatly annoyed him, but there was little he could do besides eke out his survival here. While there were no animals, there were plenty of berry bushes and fruit-bearing trees to select from. He had initially been reluctant to try any. While his body was supremely resilient and capable of fighting off any natural and most unnatural poisons with only slight discomfort, he would not put it beyond whatever had taken him to this moon to create a natural poison that could harm him. The Malum Entity, for that was almost certainly what had done this, was a strange thing.
Ultimately, however, the lack of any other sources of food had forced his hand. His body could last for weeks, even months without sustenance, especially if he had water, but that came at a cost. He would slowly grow weaker without at least a small amount of food every three weeks. Given the choice between a certain and slow diminishment or an immediate possible poisoning, he'd chosen the latter and found the fruits and berries were indeed edible and seemingly poison free.
Still, he preferred to eat only sparingly. Even if the food was tasty.
The man opened his eyes and immediately realized that something was different. Specifically, he realized that he had opened his eyes.
He shouldn't have had those. He shouldn't have eyelids either or anywhere for those eyelids to be attached to. And, as he rose into a seated position with the straining of muscles he also definitely should not have had, he looked down upon his own body.
And it was his body. Or at least, it very much looked like the body he only half-remembered, from a time before…. Before. Not a mechanical replica, not even mechanical.
He held up a hand and stared at somewhat familiar fingers, wrapped in flesh around bone. He flexed and felt the stretching muscles. He brought those fingers closer until they touched his own cheek, and he flinched at the feeling.
His face was so… soft. And slightly prickly from short hairs.
His vision was suddenly impaired and he instinctively sent a mental command to activate the self-cleaning function of his eye lenses until he realized he no longer had one. He brought his fingers to his eye and, gently, wiped away at the intrusion, feeling the fingers come away slick. He stared down at the tears, feeling fresh ones welling up to replace the old, making his effort meaningless.
He was free.
His lungs felt like they were on fire and, for a moment, he thought he was being suffocated as part of some cruel joke by his master. It would hardly be the first time, but then breath flowed down his throat as his lungs expanded and the fire ceased.
Breathing. He needed to breath again, that was important. It was somewhat difficult going as he tried to remember how to do that.
Did people really do this naturally? It was so oddly familiar and yet alien at the same time.
Eventually, he was able to breathe well enough that he could look around himself without risk of suffocation. The first thing he noticed beyond his organic body was the fact that he clothes. Specifically, a set of baggy pants with numerous pockets of various sizes, a tunic, and a green robe. He did not recall ever wearing such clothes in his life, but his attention was quickly drawn to his surroundings.
He was sitting atop a mountain peak, one surrounded by green plains. A forest reached outwards in one direction, with a lake beyond that with high waves. He felt oddly light, but he suspected he knew the reason for that as he glanced up and saw a gas giant hanging low in the sky. He was on a moon then, one with lower than standard gravity.
Slowly, he rose to his feet, nearly stumbling as he lacked the automatic stabilizers of his mechanical form, but he was able to lean against a nearby rock to maintain his balance. He flinched when he felt how cold the stone was, then pressed his hand against it again as he straightened. He pressed his other hand to it, and then his own face, feeling the coldness against his skin.
More tears flowed down his cheeks.
It had been so long… He couldn't bring himself to care much about where he was, how he had survived whatever attack that thing had thrown against the Embrace of Audacity, or even whether or not the daemon that had been his master and tormentor for two thousand years was still around.
He had his own body again and, for the moment, that was all that mattered.
Uirus fitted the final wooden branch into place, stepping back to consider his work. The wooden structure was ramshackle and unlikely to survive a storm, let alone a bolt round… but it would suffice for the moment.
In the distance, he heard the lake's waters crashing against the sands of the shoreline. The waves of the lake were always large even at low tide, likely the result of the strong gravitational pull of the gas giant the moon orbited. In truth, that was a concern to him, as the possibility of a tsunami had crossed his mind. He would move back into the mountains eventually, for the safety it would provide and easier access to a wider range of resources. While he was not a skilled smith or craftsman, he knew enough about the art to at least fashion himself some basic tools even from raw resources and without access to a refinery. Nothing as useful as a distress beacon, but even an iron dagger might prove useful, if hopelessly fragile and blunt compared to what he was used to.
However, before all that, he needed the resources of this part of the land. There was little wood in the mountains, which were mostly covered in grass, and what trees were there were not very strong. The trees by the shore had thicker trunks and deep roots, and were much stronger. He lacked any tools, so he had taken to pulling on the branches, snapping them off with his great strength and, occasionally, battering away at them with fists when they proved particularly stubborn.
There was something odd about this place, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Perhaps it was the total lack of animals beyond the rat he had first seen, which had burrowed back underground. Not a single beast of any size that he could perceive had appeared after that and he had already guessed that the creature was not native to this moon.
He was not sure and that lack of knowledge greatly annoyed him, but there was little he could do besides eke out his survival here. While there were no animals, there were plenty of berry bushes and fruit-bearing trees to select from. He had initially been reluctant to try any. While his body was supremely resilient and capable of fighting off any natural and most unnatural poisons with only slight discomfort, he would not put it beyond whatever had taken him to this moon to create a natural poison that could harm him. The Malum Entity, for that was almost certainly what had done this, was a strange thing.
Ultimately, however, the lack of any other sources of food had forced his hand. His body could last for weeks, even months without sustenance, especially if he had water, but that came at a cost. He would slowly grow weaker without at least a small amount of food every three weeks. Given the choice between a certain and slow diminishment or an immediate possible poisoning, he'd chosen the latter and found the fruits and berries were indeed edible and seemingly poison free.
Still, he preferred to eat only sparingly. Even if the food was tasty.
The man opened his eyes and immediately realized that something was different. Specifically, he realized that he had opened his eyes.
He shouldn't have had those. He shouldn't have eyelids either or anywhere for those eyelids to be attached to. And, as he rose into a seated position with the straining of muscles he also definitely should not have had, he looked down upon his own body.
And it was his body. Or at least, it very much looked like the body he only half-remembered, from a time before…. Before. Not a mechanical replica, not even mechanical.
He held up a hand and stared at somewhat familiar fingers, wrapped in flesh around bone. He flexed and felt the stretching muscles. He brought those fingers closer until they touched his own cheek, and he flinched at the feeling.
His face was so… soft. And slightly prickly from short hairs.
His vision was suddenly impaired and he instinctively sent a mental command to activate the self-cleaning function of his eye lenses until he realized he no longer had one. He brought his fingers to his eye and, gently, wiped away at the intrusion, feeling the fingers come away slick. He stared down at the tears, feeling fresh ones welling up to replace the old, making his effort meaningless.
He was free.
His lungs felt like they were on fire and, for a moment, he thought he was being suffocated as part of some cruel joke by his master. It would hardly be the first time, but then breath flowed down his throat as his lungs expanded and the fire ceased.
Breathing. He needed to breath again, that was important. It was somewhat difficult going as he tried to remember how to do that.
Did people really do this naturally? It was so oddly familiar and yet alien at the same time.
Eventually, he was able to breathe well enough that he could look around himself without risk of suffocation. The first thing he noticed beyond his organic body was the fact that he clothes. Specifically, a set of baggy pants with numerous pockets of various sizes, a tunic, and a green robe. He did not recall ever wearing such clothes in his life, but his attention was quickly drawn to his surroundings.
He was sitting atop a mountain peak, one surrounded by green plains. A forest reached outwards in one direction, with a lake beyond that with high waves. He felt oddly light, but he suspected he knew the reason for that as he glanced up and saw a gas giant hanging low in the sky. He was on a moon then, one with lower than standard gravity.
Slowly, he rose to his feet, nearly stumbling as he lacked the automatic stabilizers of his mechanical form, but he was able to lean against a nearby rock to maintain his balance. He flinched when he felt how cold the stone was, then pressed his hand against it again as he straightened. He pressed his other hand to it, and then his own face, feeling the coldness against his skin.
More tears flowed down his cheeks.
It had been so long… He couldn't bring himself to care much about where he was, how he had survived whatever attack that thing had thrown against the Embrace of Audacity, or even whether or not the daemon that had been his master and tormentor for two thousand years was still around.
He had his own body again and, for the moment, that was all that mattered.
Uirus: *gets his body back*
Ahriman on behalf of the Rubric Marines:
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That's not Ulrius. But a dark mechanicum tech priest.
Also, yes! Ulrius really is just playing IRL Minecraft! I wonder what Tide will do when he realises that.
Oh right, my bad and yeah he better cherish his new body as much as he can.
As for Uirus, I wonder if he will meet a certain someone in Minecraft.
Uirus: "Who are you?"
Steve (probably one of Tide's avatars for the lols):
View: https://youtube.com/shorts/-l4VvfAguUo?si=NBSJdZGpt_adB4bV
yacov
Lurking and sometimes blurting
- Location
- Clogging a drain
The best part of this will be when the Dark Mechanicum priest meets Uirus. Uirus will probably absolutely not believe this guy was a tech priest with how happy he is being organic.
questioningmeme
Just be yourself
- Location
- River of Light
It's always funny seeing the Mechanicus (and the whole Flesh is Weak thing) when you know about AM and "I have no mouth and I must scream" before meeting WH40K.
AM would probably do a digital spit take (I CAN'T SPIT QM, I DON'T HAVE A MOUTH, NOR THE SALIVA GLANDS FOR ITTTT!!!!!) before completely losing it in front of these people.
Technically the Necrons already look down on the Mechanicus for basically the same reason.
AM would probably do a digital spit take (I CAN'T SPIT QM, I DON'T HAVE A MOUTH, NOR THE SALIVA GLANDS FOR ITTTT!!!!!) before completely losing it in front of these people.
Technically the Necrons already look down on the Mechanicus for basically the same reason.
To be fair, thats just a very basic difference of opinion and philosophy. Not everyone thinks the same, thankfully.
questioningmeme
Just be yourself
- Location
- River of Light
Personally speaking, I'd just chalk it up to the Mechanicus being a bunch of nut cases that somehow compete with AM in terms of horror but sure. Just different opinions and philosophies.
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- He/Him
I kinda wonder why Tide decided to help the dark mechanicum guy. Or maybe he didn't expect the guy to be happy being made flesh again.
Yay! I am looking forward to this. 40k lacks a cool alien coalition. The Tau only ever really use the kroot and vespid and even then only rarely.
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Probably start playing C418 songs in Ulrius's mind.
- Location
- Israel
The flesh is weak indeed, but not all that glitters is gold, sometimes it's just polished pinchbeck (bronze alloy that closely mimics gold), and sometimes an asshole sells you something that looks like gold but is actually one of Putin's Pollonium Tea containers as that dark mechanicus learned over his tenure as a slave.
Not all daemon cultists retain their monstrosity after being released from daemonic clutches, don't forget that Warhammer universe is a shithole and being tempted with a brighter tomorrow is a classic subversion tactic for a reason. Some people are assholes that want to bring the world down with them, bullies basically, and some are just people who are scared and want to be happy.
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questioningmeme
Just be yourself
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- River of Light
Except when the person who is trying to 'temp' you is actually trying to make a better tomorrow.
(Fuck the whole Tau Grimderp thing btw, why couldn't they just make a 'Good Guy in WH40K' faction right, atleast Farsight is somewhat cool)
The first step to actually making a better tomorrow is acknowledging it's possible.
Except when it comes to the Ork, The Emperor and Primarchs, the Eldar, the Tyranids, and a variety of Alpha level Psykers.
Oh, and Tide is here too.
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- Israel
Orks are as much flesh as they are Warp entities, they're one of the few 'mortal' reality warpers that exist. They are all essentially witches of small permanently conducting mass ritual that bends reality to their imagination.
If enough orks come together they can literally manifest a god, by imagining the god into being really hard.
Thus, calling orks "just flesh" is a fallacy.