They started out as 80's metal dudes and devolved into meat Bros after 30k years of lifting weights, drinking fitness juice and shit in an orbital war monastery.
Yep... One minute you're a fresh out of the bio kiln genetically modified super soldier and then 30k years later you're a grim Dad genetically modified super soldier.
It's a shame really - I like my Space Marines as sort of juiced up gene-modded, cyber augments crazed medieval warrior monks. Like the main difference between a non-ultramarine Imperial Marine (the ultras should always be creepy buzzcut guys) and a less mutated chaos marine is if they're going to cook your heart before they eat it to praise their god.
Chains, skulls, long dirty hair, crazy eyes, bizarre body mods. They live in space and only talk to eachother - I bet they are all nutters.
Originally shared by Jonathan Tweet Tonight, my "Lethal Damage" 13th Age campaign draws to a close. Meanwhile, the guys are work have talked me into running a couple D&D sessions for them. That was the day 13th Age was announced, and they're happy to play 13th Age instead. That will be my "Great Center" campaign, based in the imperial capital of Axis, the center of the world. It's my opportunity to explore the setting from yet another perspective.
Pre-gen from Frank Mentzer's module, The Needle , 1987. I knew this was insulting and gross when I was 14. At the time I didn't know who Frank was, since I only played AD&D. I found this module again when I was going through a box of old stuff and was surprised he wrote it, because I thought it was a pretty shitty adventure.
From Voyageurs National Park on FB: Called “Catamaran” by locals, Bert Upton is among the strangest of historical characters on area waters. He lived in a hut built over a dug-out at Squirrel Narrows. Found frozen to death in the 1930s by Kettle Falls pioneer Oliver Knox; Upton was perched lifeless in the snow just a half-mile from his home. Shunning civilization, Upton defined the word hermit. First spotted rowing his crude log raft on Namakan, no one knows how he got there. Upton’s accent implied an English heritage but any personal inquiries brought a stony silence. Some suspected him a man fleeing the law; others saw a bizarre outcast; everyone knew he was peculiar. Just five feet tall and wildly unkempt, Catamaran wore hacked-off pants and walked barefoot with a stick. Winter demanded shoes but no socks, a cast-off Mackinaw, and a trailing cap made from the leg of old underwear. He was oddly religious, and suspicious of being poisoned. Surviving on snared rabbits and fish, he ofte...
Really? Who else would they look like? C'mon Casey G.
ReplyDeleteThe minis look like Slab McBeef. '70's British metal bands are closer the mark, I agree.
ReplyDeleteOr maybe that's how far they've fallen since the Heresy.
ReplyDeleteThat whole pic looks like Maiden album covers after they lost Derek Riggs.
ReplyDeleteThey started out as 80's metal dudes and devolved into meat Bros after 30k years of lifting weights, drinking fitness juice and shit in an orbital war monastery.
ReplyDeleteRebellious youth gives way to becoming the MAN every time.
ReplyDeleteYep... One minute you're a fresh out of the bio kiln genetically modified super soldier and then 30k years later you're a grim Dad genetically modified super soldier.
ReplyDeleteIt's a shame really - I like my Space Marines as sort of juiced up gene-modded, cyber augments crazed medieval warrior monks. Like the main difference between a non-ultramarine Imperial Marine (the ultras should always be creepy buzzcut guys) and a less mutated chaos marine is if they're going to cook your heart before they eat it to praise their god.
ReplyDeleteChains, skulls, long dirty hair, crazy eyes, bizarre body mods. They live in space and only talk to eachother - I bet they are all nutters.
GW were smart with the whole "1,000 chapters" thing. There's room for whatever space marines you want.
ReplyDeleteNoise Marines 4Ever
ReplyDeleteDid you see this, Jeremy Duncan?
ReplyDeleteyoutube.com - 'Eavy Metal Debut: Noise Marine
some guys forgot their helmets. let those flowing manes flow
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