super grim topic

A topic for people who like actual 40k and not pleasure stations

SECONDED

right, what do you wanna do then?

STUFF THENGS

So, how about we establish a setting and choose what we want to do in it

sounds good

can I join I will try to grammar better

Sure thing dude, you are the admin.

A good admin I might add

Compared to last one

I... I Dont want to think about that place any more...

..*shivers*

May those faggots all crawl back into the holes from which they originated..damn weeaboos

are they thatbbad? they seemed that bad

They were horrible.

If you got kicked for writing arag is throb then they should be nuked from the face of the earth

I'll set the scene I suppose.

On the eastern fringe of the galaxy, a isolated system belonging to the imperium of man lays dangerously undefended to the threats without, and the threats within.

From there I'm sure people can add in their own faction and world and whatnot.

Hmmm

Within the inky blackness of space, a single world sits, crowded by moons, both artificial and natural, a giant ring of iron sitting around the planet, bloated cargo ships carrying ore to and fro the ring and the surrounding moons, carrying rare precious metals to the forges of the planet below, where upon billions of workers would spend their lives right up until their agonizing deaths toiling making new additions to the imperial war machine. Thousands would die a second from the ravenous atmosphere of the planet, as it was so polluted from all the pollutants constantly spilling into the atmosphere. It never rained here. It once had, thousands of years ago after the worlds first death when it had first been terraformed, but those days were long over. Colossal spires and cathedrals dedicated to the Machine god towered even higher than the polluted atmosphere of the planet, being visible even from space due to their size. This world was no hive world or otherwise, it was a forge world. Mighty planets which sole purpose was to produce weapons, tanks and other things for the imperial war machine. Governed by Tech-priests and protected by legions of skitarii, for in the grim darkness of the far future

There is only war.

It was bleak and unworthy, nothing to note, sensor spines and artificial sensing arrays set up around the forge worlds orbit detecting reems of empty data, being scrawled by hundreds of auto quill servitors, blankly copying onto scrolls of parchment; only to be recycled and used again.

But something did happen, a cluster of sensor spines had failed to report back any data, perhaps a malfunction in the machines spirits; or a neglect of the delicate machines.
It had gone unnoticed for a few days, no notice taken...

As soon as this is finally noticed by a tech adept over viewing the data input and output, a request is sent for a unit of menials to go and see what is wrong with the data spines

They would find the sensor spines damaged, broken parts floating in the void.
Damage looks to be caused by heat, metal panels fused and scorched together.

The workers begin to salvage and repair what they can from the wreckage.

any auspex or scanning equipment they have begins to bleep for a few short moments before being cut off.

Worker 1: damn auspex is on the Fritz again..fucking machines never works
Worker 2: don't let the mechanicum hear you say that..