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Trenches aren't like hive tunnels he mused, running a hand along the earthen wall in front of him. Oh sure the smell isn't that far off, and you're ankle deep in scum either way, but trenches were really nothing like hive tunnels no matter what corporal Haanrath said.

Inside of a hive it was warm, and when the air moved in the tunnels you knew what it meant. It was cold here in the trenches, with the open sky over your head and the wind thrashing every which way like an addict who'd gotten a bad dose.

His thoughts were interrupted by a shout “Sir! Sergeant Brinkerhoff Sir, the lieutenant wants to speak with you”

Rochus looked up from his contemplation to see Trooper Kranz stopping and coming to attention. Piet Kranz was the newest man in the squad, though he had been soldiering as long as any of them. He'd been a part of the Batavi 86th infantry regiment before it got cannibalized to make up for casualties and he'd been reassigned to the 602nd.

He was a tall man, and a hard man. The other men respected him, but he was not one of them and they all knew it. Usually that just meant that when the rest of them were laughing about some shared joke he was off on the sidelines, unable to appreciate the humor without a point of reference. Sometimes though, it meant the men would nominate him for jobs the rest of them didn't want. Like running a message.

It was a bit of a problem. Kranz resented it, and Rochus didn't blame him for that. He would have resented it as well, but there wasn't much to be done. It's not like he could just tell the rest of them to lay off, that'd just make things worse. Only thing for it was to wait until they'd been in a few firefights and the unit gelled a bit.

“Thank you Kranz, you are dismissed.” He said as he stood up and started towards the platoons command bunker, and then more to himself than anything “Well, lets go see what this is about then”

It was a bit of a walk back to command. The sergeant has wandered into a section of trench manned by the Death Korps 208th, as was his wont to do when he wished to be alone. It was impossible to truly be alone in the crowded confines of the trenches, but being surrounded by the silent son's of Krieg was the next best thing.

Whereas the trenches manned by his regiment would have buzzed with the low hum of conversation, punctuated by laughter, this section of trench was almost silent. The only noise was the hiss of respirators and his feet squishing through the mud. The guardsmen here didn't call out greetings as he passed or try to socialize. At most he'd get a watch-master inquiring as to his purpose and then be left alone.

It had been disconcerting at first, when they had made planet fall and met their new allies three months prior. On Trieste when they had met Guardsmen from different planets, or even different regiments from Batavi, there had been “friendly” competition. Contests of strength, seeing who could drink the most amasec, bragging back and forth as they told exaggerated stories about their prowess, that sort of thing. That hadn't happened here.

The Kriegers would speak, if spoken to, but their answers were terse and to the point. They did not initiate conversation unless it was for a specific purpose, such as delivering a message. Attempts to engage them in friendly competitions had been meet by either silent staring, or quotations of regulations from the primer, depending on the nature of the invitation.

Some of the men speculated that they may all be servitors. That if they pulled back their ubiquitous gas masks they'd find graying flesh and steel augmentations. Whatever the reason, no one could deny that the silent faceless masses of the Death Korps were eerie. It hadn't been long before attempts to socialize stopped, and the Batavi men kept to their own trenches. So far as he knew sergeant Brinkerhoff was one of the few men who interacted with them, if sitting in the same trench ignoring each other could be called interaction.

As he crossed over the invisible line into Batavi territory and approached his destination he wondered if this meant they had orders, or if one of his boys had gotten caught doing something stupid. Probably both. After covering the last hundred meters or so he turned into the hole in the trench wall that lead to the platoons command bunker. 'pretty grand title for a hole in the wall' he thought to himself as he ducked through the entrance in to the confined space. He smiled. It was poorly lit, dirty, and the ceiling seemed to press down on him when he straightened up and his hair brushed across it's surface. Felt like home.

Lieutenant Adrianus Goossens was waiting for him behind his desk. Poster boy for the Imperial Guard Goossens was not. He was short, hunched over, his uniform was stained, and he had been horribly scarred when half of his face was torn off by a maniac with a chainaxe. He was most definitely not the sort of officer young boys pictured following into battle on behalf of the Emperor, but his men loved him. He cared.

Coming to attention Sergeant Brinkerhoff snapped a salute “Sir, reporting as ordered Sir” he said. The lieutenant stood and returned it, before gesturing for the sergeant to take a seat.

“Alpha's got new orders Brinkerhoff” He rumbled “ Need you get get your men ready, the company is being pulled out and sent back to the depot for reassignment.”

The only good idea in that godawful story was all the IG regiments and space marine chapters join the Black Templars for a never ending final crusade

I never said that it was canon, you're mincing my words, I just said that similiarities from 50K are now uncanon and impossible.

If I said it was canon you'd have every right to denounce me, but I did not, I called it a "fan story" and that calling it a "fanfiction" was cringey.

:F|F: Jeff Belinger: its a fanfiction
:F|F: Jeff Belinger: its not real
[ACS] TheBloodMaster™:Yes
[ACS] TheBloodMaster™: Hence, fan story
[ACS] TheBloodMaster™: Fanfictions are associated with cringey shit

You should learn how to tell a proper story and utilize the English language better before you go about trying to go into a conversation.

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>>50787413
>Get invited to a game by an IRL friend, I'm told to replace a player who recently left the group (I suspect because of the That Guy I'm about to describe).
>Go to the first session to catch up to where the current plot arc is and make a character.
>That guy had to skip that that week, but everyone else seemed cool.
>Discuss with them what kind of character I want to play, decide on playing a wizard from the region's big magic city, because the party is all martials and a cleric and needs someone who knows about magic.
>Everyone is cool with this and looking forward to it.
>Next session happens a week later, this time That Guy is there.
>GM is giving my character like a mini-plotarc to introduce him.
>Literally 5 minutes in and That Guy starts complaining he's bored and there's "nothing to do" and "why did you even invite us if the WHOLE GAME is going to be about the new guy (reminder only 5 minutes has passed, and I'm also sitting right there, and I also sat through an ENTIRE SESSION to get to know everyone else's characters first).
>GM hurries things along, I join the party proper, we're on the way to talk to the countess of the city because the party is looking for allies to fight along side themselves and a bunch of other groups who want to overthrow the current tyrannical noble family.
>That guy interprets this as my character getting more spotlight somehow, because as a resident of the city I'll be the one introducing them to Academy mages who can get us an audience with the countess.
>The rest of the party is having fun interacting with new NPCs and learning about this city and such, they're finding things to do and proactively taking part in the story
>That guy sulks and does nothing until we finally get our audience.
>During our audience with the Countess, That Guy decides he hates mages, hates magic, and hates the city, and basically tries to threaten the countess into being our allies OR ELSE!

1/2

>>50787681
continue

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>>50787681
>Anyway, the Countess immediately has that guy arrested and thrown in her dungeons by her royal guards, which far out-level us because they're fucking royal guards and were described as being decked out with all sorts of magical shit.
>That guy bitches that the GM basically pulled a "Rocks Fall" move, even though these guys were described to us when we entered.
>Anyway, despite That Guy's character being arrested, we do our damnedest with some Diplomacy skills and blame his outburst on the stresses of combat and being away from home and blah blah.
>That guy is in jail for more than a couple of hours in-game before we convince the countess to let him out.
>Well... now That Guy is REALLY fucking pissed.
>That Guy decides our best course of action now is to ASSASSINATE THE COUNTESS.
>ASSASSINATE THE COUNTESS... when we need allies, not ENEMIES, and are basically on a peaceful diplomatic mission.
>Session ends
>We meet up next week
>I find out he's been badgering the other players relentlessly to go along with this plan.
>After about 30 minutes of arguing in real time, they start to give in, because they just wana play the fukken game and the GM is being a fucking beta-bitch and not disallowing any of this even though everyone is clearly uncomfortable with this.

At this point I've seen enough, realize why the player I'm replacing quit, and, at the end of the session, politely thank the group for inviting me but announce that this isn't really the game for me and I won't be coming back.

I find out from my friend that invited me that 2 more players did the same thing in the following couple of sessions.

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bumpity bump

>>50784702
Maybe Reign might work for you.

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>>50784842
Have you tried it?

slight bump

>>50784681
I'm going to cheat here and say changeling. Look however you want! Feel like being a halfling woman today? Sure, why not. A menacing orc? Can do. Just a guy? Why not.

Possibly Old-Ones in 40k. Chozo from Metroid would be really cool too.

there's already a general retard

DELET THIS

>>50783886
Noticed it after the refresh. Too old to delete.

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Have fun guys

Wait.

WHAT.

SOURCE.

*AUTISTIC SCREETCHING*

>>50783792
>GW giving just the tip again.

>>50783792
were gonna get plastic sisters, I believe! gw will answer the call of demand, I have faith!

Thanks Doc

>>50783758
Hello /k/! Welcome to /tg/. This thread is a little bare, but it's OK we love you anyway. The idea of a chapter that spends a long as fuck time off doing... something in the ass end of the galaxy and only checking in every couple decades to a century is actually kind of interesting. Anything more to them?

>>50783758
Just giving you fair warning; namefagging will be met with inappropriate nerd rage on /tg/, so I'd suggest you post as anon in the future.

Now, is there a specific reason your chapter only reports in every 150 years? That seems like a oddly specific number.

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>>50783544
>>Corvette, taking off towards the sunrise
>>Interior, loading bay
>The three hooded men kneel by the airlock, handcuffed.
>Captain Antilles grabs the first hooded man.
>"What are you doing in the middle of my operation?"
>The first hooded man says nothing. Captain Antilles pulls out a blaster.
>"The hyperspace jump I just filed with the Alliance lists me, my men, and Galen Erso here. But only one of you."
>Captain Antilles opens the airlock. Special Forces hang the first hooded out into the howling wind as they slowly but surely climb up into the atmosphere.
>Captain Antilles shouts above the wind.
>"FIRST ONE TO TALK GETS TO STAY ON MY SHIP!"
>He prods the cold blaster under the first hooded man's chin.
>"WHO PAID YOU TO GRAB GALEN ERSO?"
>Nothing. Captain Antilles fires out the open airlock and the Special Forces yank the first hooded man back in, clubbing him quiet.
>"HE DIDN'T FLY SO GOOD! WHO WANTS TO TRY NEXT?"
>Special Forces grab the second hooded man, hang him out of the airlock.
>"TELL ME ABOUT VADER! WHY DOES HE WEAR THE MASK?"
>The second hooded man man says nothing. Captain Antilles presses the gun to the man's hood. Nothing.
>Antilles: "A LOT OF LOYALTY FOR A SCOUNDREL!"
>The third hooded man speaks up.
>"Or perhaps he's wondering why someone would shoot a man with a blaster before throwing him out of an airlock."

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>>50783549
>Captain Antilles turns to the third hooded man. He closes the airlock.
>"Wiseguy, huh? At least you can talk. Who are you?"
>"We are luminous beings; not this crude matter. And no one cared who I was until I put on the mask..."
>Captain Antilles, wary, approaches the third hooded man and pulls off his hood, revealing a dark mask with a breathing apparatus.
>The eyes are cold and unfeeling. It is Vader.
>"Who we are does not matter. What matters is our plan."
>Captain Antilles looks on, almost fascinated.
>"If I pulled it off, would you die?"
>"It would be more powerful than you could ever imagine-"
>"You're a big guy."
>"... for you."
>Captain Antilles is unnerved at this point.
>"Was getting caught a part of your plan?"
>"Of course. Galen Erso refused our change of the deal in favor of yours. We had to know what he told you about us."
>Galen screams from the back, besides the Special Forces.
>"Nothing! I said nothing!"
>"Why not just ask him?"
>"He would not have told us."
>"You have methods."
>"Him I need healthy. You present no such problems."
>Captain Antilles laughs as do the Special Forces.

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>>50783562
>>Space, well above the planet's atmosphere now.
>Interior, loading bay
>The Corvette is dwarfed by a Star Destroyer which looms over it, dangerously close.
>The ship lurches, but Captain Antilles doesn't seem to notice.
>"Well congratulations, you got yourselves caught. What's the next step of your master's plan?"
>"Crashing this ship..."
>From out of the Star Destroyer jump dozens of Death Troopers w/ jetpacks towards the Corvette, on either side.
>"... With no survivors."
>Storming from above, the Death Troopers shoot down the Special Forces with ease.
>They begin setting up shaped explosive charges all around the ship, including the loading bay, giving eachother thumbs up.
>After fighting with the pilot and destroying the controls, the Corvette begins tips forward.
>Like lightning, Vader breaks his restraints and grabs Captain Antilles by the throat.
>The entire ship upends, the artificial gravity has been turned off.
>Tumbling chaos - Special Forces falling - Vader cracks Captain Antilles neck and drops him into the back with a terminal thud.
>Galen Erso holds onto a strut to avoid falling backward: the ship shudders, trying to tear itself apart.
>Vader drops to where he is, stopping to grab him.
>The second hooded man, Star Killer, prepares to leave with them and the Death Troopers.
>Vader stops him.
>"Padawan. They expect one of us in the wreckage."
>Star Killer nods and unhooks himself.
>"Has there been an awakening?"
>Vader nods.
>"The Force rises."
>Vader affixes a breathing mask over Galen Erso's head while he panics and flails.
>"Calm down. Now is not the time for fear."
>Vader holds the detonator in his other hand.
>"That comes later."
>He presses it, and force-pushes them both up past the airlock and to the Star Destroyer above while the corvette tears itself apart bellow.

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5e

>>50783523
>Do you include matchlock guns in your setting?
no but i have oft considered it

What's a good site or program I can use to make a custom monster sheet?

>>50783416

There are only trace dank deposits in your pic OP. Dig deeper, and eventually, you'll hit worthwhile dank reserves.

>>50783416
Fuck no, memes are for people who can't think of an opinion themselves.

>>50783482
This isn't my product, I only pulled an image off of the internet as an example. Right now, the cards I made are mostly in their beta phase. Rough around the edges, very minimalist, and I'd be embarrassed to show those on this thread.

I played a dread necromancer once! Turns out I don't like controlling minions.

>>50783199
That's honestly why I shy away from the summoner and the hunter. Apparently my turns take forever so I probably shouldn't.

>>50783180
I don't like controlling more then one character/minion/whatever, so, no. It's also why I don't play things that have familiars and no good ways to replace them, because I hate familiars.

bop

How powerful is comics Apocalypse, and how likely am I to survive his wrath? For reference. I survived the Lucifer drawback in Devil Survivor.

Has there been any word on Orks or SWTOR recently?

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Have you ever run into another version of a character in a jump? Ever met, for example, an Infernal version of Sephiroth?

>>50781389
What was the buff? I know the Helbrute has +2 attacks, what did the Maulerfiend get?

>>50781442
Instead of the retarded rule that the magma cutters could only hit models that had already been hit, they just straight up gave you an extra magma cutter attack if you hit something.

>>50781568
still not worth it
pay 10pt for tendrils. -2A means your i3 walker might actually survive the fight against dreads and mc