what if 40k were monty python?
>Wot? You got no arms left!
>Yes I have!
>No you haven't! Look!
>....merely a side objective!
WHAT....is your name?
>I am Ahzek Ahriman, leader of the Prodigal Sons!
WHAT...is your quest?
>I seek the black library!
WHAT...is your favourite colour?
>Red...no, Blue! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH
>>55348099
>Ask me your questions Kairos, I am not afraid
WHAT... is your name?
>I am Marneus Calgar, Chapter Master of the Ultramarines
WHAT... is your quest?
>I seek our Primarch, Roboute Guilliman
WHAT... is the air speed velocity of an unladen Tyranid Gargoyle?
>Well that depends, Behemoth or Leviathan?
I... I don't know that... AAAAAAAAAAAARGH
Who are you who can summon a baneblade without a teleport beacon or a tesseract?
> There are some who call me...Creed.
ITT Autism and samefagging
THERE IT IS!
>Wot, behind the Tau?
It IS the tau...
>You silly sod! You got us all worked up!
That's the most foul, cruel, bad-tempered xenos you ever set eyes upon!
>>You tit! I, Cato Sicarius, soiled my power armor, I, Cato Sicarius, was so scared!
Look, that tau has a Khornate streak a mile wide! LOOK AT THE BOOOOONES!
>>55348198
This scene gets better just from the simply fact the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch is canon to 40k
what year is it?
>Huron: "Order", eh? Who does he think he is?
Abbadon: I am your warmaster.
>Huron: Well, I didn't vote for you.
Abbadon: You don't vote for warmasters.
>Huron: Well, how'd you become warmaster, then?
Abbadon: The First Prince of Chaos, his arm clad in the purest shimmering ceramite, held aloft Drach'nyen from the bosom of the warp, signifying by divine providence that I, Abbadon, was to carry Drach'nyen. That is why I am your warmaster.
>Huron: Listen. Strange daemons lying in rifts distributing swords is no basis for a system of leadership. Supreme military power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical daemonic ceremony.
Arthur: Be quiet!
>Yes, I'd like to complain about this emperor that I spent my entire life waiting to see in this very throneroom
Oh yes, the God-emperor of mankind...what's wrong with him?
>I'll tell you what's wrong with him, lord custodes...'E's dead, that's what's wrong with him!
No, no, 'e's uh....he's resting.
>Look, custodes, I know a dead emperor when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now!
No no, he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable man, the emperor, idn't, ay? Beautiful golden throne!
>The golden throne doesn't enter into it. He's stone dead!
nonono, he's resting!
Morning!
>Morning!
Well, what've you got?
>Well, there's guns and gore; guns, gore, and heresy; guns and grimdark; gore, guns and grimdark; grimdark, heresy, gore, and grimdark; grimdark, guns, grimdark grimdark, gore, and grimdark; guns grimdark, grimdark gore grimdark and skulls...or glorious tau mechs with alien cooperation served in well-run communist paradises with powerful weapons, garnished with civility and nobility, and with gore on top and grimdark.
Have you got anything without grimdark?
>Well, there's grimdark, gore, guns, and grimdark, that's not got much grimdark in it.
I don't want ANY grimdark!
>*grim dark grim dark grim dark grim dark, only waaaaaaar, grimdark waaaaaar!*
Note that people keep fighting on, even after getting mortal wounds, having a sword stuck in his body, after grievous injuries and even manage to bring someone down with him. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.
>>55348084
>what if 40k were monty python?
"We had a vote on it, and we're leaving the Imperium of Man. We'd rather do without all the strange guard regiments you keep sending in to keep the Ork infestation in check."
>>55348556
I could see that happening in 40k.
50/50 odds on if the planet could actually handle the Ork infestation on its own.
>>55348882
Orks probably gone away if there is no guard to fight with.