No, clearly the Dread shot the battle suits head clean off

NO

>>7389826
So? That was just the main sensor array. It can go on without a head.

>>7389826

but, but they have so much in common

there must be some hope

OMG GRANPA DREADNAUGHT JUST BECAME A HERETIC.

>>7389833

But what if the dread likes oral? He'd leave the battlesuit cause he couldn't get any head.

>>7389832
Slaaneshi obliterator virus equivalent that makes random tits and dicks sprout out everywhere?

>>7389848
Just stick it right down the resulting cavity. Direct neckfuck should also be good for that dullahan girl.

>>7389848

I see the reports of your demise were greatly exaggerated.

>>7389860

Yeah, and now I feel bad for making everyone worry.

rolled 5, 4, 5 = 14

>>7389814
WHY DID YOU LEAVE HER

Love can BLAM or bloom in her ass, but there is no "love" in the battlefield

Not between those two. One is a near corpse in a metal shell, the other still has something to live for, as they are very much alive and vital.
Friendship or (more likely)mutal respect, or (even more likely) professional Curtice(sp?) though could take root.

Imagine that 2 battle suites walking together on a torched planet. Exterminatus will commence soon but it's ok. They have each other and for a brief moment the universe is clean again. No sin or sorrow , no regret or misery. As the bombs rain down on the forsaken planet they held their hands together, happy that in the end no one can take it away from them. Happy that they found what so many others have missed. Happy because they found love.

>>7389871
>Love can bloom...
>in her ass!

>>7389926
Better love than a fungal infection.

>>7389897

baaawwwwww

>>7389894
Are you implying that living for Mankind, your Battlebrothers and the Emperor isn't anything?

>>7389926
People keep bringing up Dranon's delight, but I have no idea what that is. Was it a piece of writefaggotry or what?

Dreadnought Cassius stared around the battlefield in dismay.
The gallant crusade of the Black Templars had failed miserably. They had decided to unleash their holy wrath upon the heathen Tau, who had dared to infringe upon their worlds in the name of their godless religion, but they had underestimated the technosorcery of the xenos. Cassius had seen old friends and new recruits alike cut down by unerring plasma fire at the same rate that the Marines had sent the blue-skinned aliens to hell with pure bolter and flame. Now, it seemed, only Cassius was left, his left leg servo damaged by a lucky shot from a Tau scout's heavy weapon and leaving him limping, his blessed armour scarred in dozens of places.
His corpse eyes peered from the viewing slit at the battlefield. The ground had been churned by tank track and gunfire, leaving slippery mud in place of the green fields the Tau had dared desecrate. Bodies of both gallant Templar and filthy xenos carpeted the ground in grotesque attitudes of death, and vehicles of both kinds lay sad and crumpled, dotting the battlefield with columns of smoke and fire. Cassius limped by a Rhino, pierced by a foul railgun, and he averted his eyes from the mess of gore that was rotting in a streak from the exit hole of the projectile.
He was proud, though. Despite the loss of so many of his brethren (which would be avenged in time), the Tau had been driven back to crawl for forgiveness at their master’s feet. They had accomplished that much – this world would never be theirs. And as long as Cassius lived –
A noise made him turn.

rolled 3, 6, 5 = 14

>>7389949
Yes. Don't read it.

http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Dranon%27s_delight

>>7389949
loli cultist is raped to death by Dranon. Includes spleen rupturing and pelvis shattering.

>>7389980

Bracing for epic .

>>7389980

A foe! A foe stilled lived, here on this sacred ground of the Templars! It was one of their dreadnoughts, its lithe limbs broken and crippled as he was, pulling its foul form across the field. Its weapons were broken and useless, and Cassius felt some satisfaction at recognising some of the scorch marks that adorned the shell. The head was gone, revealing its mechanical nature in a fray of broken wires. Perhaps the xenos inside saw another way, through cameras or other technoheresy. Cassius approached the prey, confident of his success.
In truth, though, he was fearful. Never in his long life, incarcerated in the blessed, cold shell that kept him alive, had he fought such an opponent such as this. Their soldiers were weak, true, but their heavier weapons reminded Cassius of the Eldar and their cursed weapons in power. The xenos had even gone so far as to ally with other, filthier aliens, bird-like beasts with primitive weaponry. Meat shields. There had been insects as well, threatening to tear Cassius open until he doused them with blessed promethium. Truly, the Tau were formidable, but not strong enough to defeat the guardians of man.
He was standing over the battlesuit now. It had stopped, lying on its back in a parody of death. Cassius wondered if the alien inside could see him. Curiosity unbecoming of a Marine gripped him – he had to know what was inside. Perhaps there was an alien half-dead and being kept alive in there, like he was. Maybe it was just technosorcery and heretical workings inside. Whatever it was, he had to know. He felt like a techpriest, plunging into bizarre secrets of machines. He clamped an arm around the protruding front of the suit, and with his strength, pulled the armour way in a shriek of metal.

>>7390026

Autobots! Transform and roll out!

rolled 2, 5, 3 = 10

>>7390077
TRANSFORMERS ARMAD-ILLO

FUND IT

>>7389980
>>7390051

Please sir, can i have some more ?

>>7390026
>>7390077

Writefag here. You win an Internet for making me laugh so hard.

>>7390051

There was an alien inside! Cassius discarded the shorn part of armour and inspected. The alien inside was a typical, foul specimen of their race, a female (Cassius gawped at this foul practice), screaming a protest, an oath, perhaps, in their alien language. She had wounds – blue blood stained her flimsy cloth clothing and the inside of the suit in equal measure. Red hair, he noticed, pulled in their distinctive braid. The suit was nothing special – not like how he worked at all. There appeared to be no controls, then the Dreadnought realised, with a lurch of horror, that the appeared to be a plug of some kind on the back of their neck. Neural plugs were the practice of the Adeptus Mechanicus! This foul race parodied humanity in every way! Cassius raised his huge arm to crush the shrieking worm to paste.
And could not.
He had killed hundreds in his lifetime. He had broken foul Orks into pieces, burned Chaos worshippers with cleansing flame, gunned down foul Eldar witches. In death, he had smashed a Wraithlord into shivers, feeling the scream of the soul-being’s death in his head. He had single-handedly saved a whole village from no less than three Lictors during a Tyranid incursion, forever winning the respect of the people. He had killed hundreds of this xeno whore’s comerades not so long ago, without hesitation and remorse.
And yet he could not kill this one.

>>7390157
>You win an Internet for making me laugh so hard.

*doffs hat*

'spleasure to be of assistance.

rolled 6, 5, 3 = 14

>>7390180
I WILL RAPE YOUR CEREBELLUM WITH MIND-BULLETS

>>7390157

He lowered his arm. The Tau’s face was streaked with tears, and she muttered some prayer to... Who did she pray to? The Tau had no gods! Did she pray to her masters, who sat in comfort behind the lines and ordered devotion and death in equal measure? Cassius, ignoring a rude comparison to the brave forces of the Imperial Guard, stared at the slender, oh-so-fragile form of the alien, the form he had been told to hate and fear. He tried to bring up an old reserve of hatred for everything that bit at the heels of the Imperium. He wanted to kill the wretched xenos. He did.
Didn’t he?
A change of tactics was needed. Yes. He would pretend to walk away, let the alien think she was spared, and when she was escaping, turn and fry her with cleansing Promethuim. Yes, that was what he would do. A sound plan that would bring a sacrifice for the Emperor, a burning corpse to commemorate his glory.
Cassius abruptly turned and limped away from the fallen suit. His ears listened for her scrabble of retreat as he stopped some distance away, the prefect range to bathe her in fire and glorious heat. He waited. His patience was rewarded as the sound of hooves on metal reached him. The pilot was pulling herself out. Quick, turn and burn her for the Emperor and for vengeance for your fallen brothers!

>>7389926
>>7389871

>>7390249
I'MA PRESSING F5 BUT NOTHING IS A HAPPENING

rolled 5, 1, 4 = 10

>>7390316
>>7390249
Yes, please continue. : )

>>7390316
PRESS HARDER!

>>7390136

Here you go, little urchin.

>>7390249

He whipped around on his torso servo, bringing his arms to bear.
The Tau woman flinched. He had moved towards him, not away! Did she intend to fight somehow? She had no weapons on her person. She was leaning over, clutching her side in pain as she walked towards him. This was the most foolhardy charge – nay, limp – Cassius had ever seen! He stared as she came closer. 15 feet. 10. 5. His training screamed to kill, to crush the foul alien underneath the boot of the Emperor! Kill the foul xenos, it hollered! Do what is right. She was close enough to touch him now! Quick, do so-
The Tau female hugged him, wrapping her arms around the coffin that was set in the armour. Cassius’s real body, under the armour, flinched as she pressed herself to his shell. She desecrated his form, the sacred coffin of Cassius, who was the Black Knight of Lypmhos V, the Slayer of Many! How dare she?! HOW DARE SHE?! KILL HER!! NOW!!
He did not.
Her eyes sought his. They met, her startling blues and his cold, fading brown ones through the viewing slit. She whispered something, a thanks perhaps. The warm whisper of her breath passed through the slit, giving his brow a warm tickle. It was the first warmth he had felt since he had been in the coffin, one that was not from fire or techpriest instrument. Then she slipped away, turning and limping away from him, towards some unknown horizon, back to her camp, maybe. The hulk of Cassius remained still as she left.

rolled 1, 4, 5 = 10

>>7390398

>>7390398
inb4 Virus bomb falls everybody dies.

rolled 1, 5, 6 = 12

>>7390460
Welcome to 40k, I suppose.

>>7390316
>>7390396

STOP IT, I'MA GONNA DIE LAUGHING

>>7390398

Part of the Dreadnought felt shock, horror. He had committed some sort of heresy, he was sure. He would need to atone somehow. His mind cast for ways in which to redeem himself. He would have to shut himself off in a hundred year slumber, perhaps, never awakening unless the situation was truly dire, or until the foul taint of xenos had decayed from his body. Yes, that was it. He would sleep, until he was fit to walk in the light of the stars again and work for the great God Emperor on his throne.
And yet, as he settled down to his self-inflicted punishment right where he stood, his form corughing and becoming still, his last thought was of the Tau girl he has spared. Her eyes, her hair, her wounds, the thank you, the warmth of her breath.
And the though, that someday, he may be rapid for his act of kindness.

++HOLY HYDNOS CRUSADE++
++12 YEARS LATER++

As the temporary coalition of the Black Templar Hydnos Crusade and the Tau 245th Expeditionary force converged on the Tyranid Hive, Dreadnought Cassius was startled in his advance throught the jungle by a Ravener. The chittering, snake-like thing closed on him, promising death with each spastic flick of its claws, and then shrieked as sudden gouts of flame bathed it in light, cooking the animal and shrivelling its flesh.
Cassius turned, and saw a battlesuit, standing tall, a mark of a Shas’vre on its armour, its comrades crouched and watching him carefully.
The leader approached, slowly, and hugged the dreadnought with its mechanical arms. A familiar phrase floated from speakers on the suit, a phrase he had heard ten years ago.
Cassius smiled.
He had been repayed.

++END++

>>7390460

Well, I'm done. Do whatever with it. Put it on 1d4Chan, archive thread, mock relentlessly, use as meme/toilet paper/whatever.

*dances*

rolled 4, 5, 4 = 13

>>7390580
That was heartwarming. It has no place whatsoever in 40k.

>>7390609
But how did they know who he was?

rolled 1, 1, 3 = 5

>>7390609
Very good!

>>7390614

Glad to be of service!

>>7390660

*Shrug*

rolled 5, 6, 5 = 16

>>7390676
Thank you for making early morning /tg/ that much better. I salute you, author.

>>7390660
Dude, they're the Black Templars.
They blingify their stuff a lot.

This is HERESY

>>7390727

Then I'm with Nurgle, thanks.

>>7390705

Aww, stop it. :)

>>7390676

i liked it anon, well done.

(Not OP btw)
He had been repayed.

he turned, facing the battlesuit squadron. Cassius' vision blurred as bolter rounds exploded against the battlesuits armoured carapaces sending shards of twisted and broken metal spinning off into the surrounding terrain, he felt cold as in the bottom of his vision his battle brothers came into view spewing death from the end of their Boltguns, Cassius felt as though his vital fluid was draining form his long preserved corpse as he saw the shas'vre being brought low by Brother Lectus ' Rocket launcher, the cockpit a skeleton of twisted metal, the ragged remains of a limp body barely holding onto life still visible through the broken carapace. Cassius could do nothing his armoured shell not responding to his touch for the first time, all he could do was watch, that was until his vision cut out and he lost conciousness to the sound of death as blue fire erupted from behind a hive tower and impacted his battle brothers chests. He awoke to the sound of power tools, much like those used by the Adeptus Mechanicus, yet they sounded different, his vision flickered as he saw the blue tau xenos on his shell, carefully cutting into him, and across what seemed to be a hangar a tank, a large class tank filed with a translucent liquid, and through the liquid he could see a battered blue form

>>7390580

OP here, I must thank you dear anon. I've never expected this. You have my internets.

Thread has been archived.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/7389814/

>>7390849

It-It's not that i liked it or anything...

It was...ju-just nice of you to be s-so thoughtful...thats all...

>>7390833

Goddamn you. Goddamn you and your writing what would actually happen.

Goddamn.

>>7390849

*adds internets to trophy cabinet* :P

>>7390833
Cassius lost conciousness again, and dreamt of a life never lived, constantly interrupted by pain and suffering.

he awoke, not to the sound of the adepts chants or the rituals that normally preceded his awakening but to a strange new feeling, he could feel, he could move, for the first time since his interment in a Dreadnought he could move again, he could sit up.

he looked down at his body, and instead of the hull of a dreadnought he saw shining metallic legs and a new artificial body, he began to stand his new augmentations taking the weight of his body, he arose, and began to walk steadily to what appeared to be a door, and as he reached it it opened, a strange creature stood there, like him it was a mixture of flesh and metal, yet it was... blue.

it started calling to him, and then he realised, it was the beautiful sound he had heard twice before, and he reached it and it greeted him. The figure guided him through what must have been another door until they finally reached what must have been an open observation deck, he walked forward feeling the wind on his face for the first time in countless centuries, it was wonderful, so wonderful, he collapsed onto the floor with contentment and the Tau female sat down next to him and wrapped its arms around his metallic chest, and they sat there, waiting and watching, and as the dual suns of the planet rose they sat, in complete bliss, holding one another as a new life dawned for both of them...

.

>>7390949

Wh-

Bhu-

Fhu-

What a twist!

>>7390949

Goddamn it! you heard me!

>>7390905
but im not finished yet i made a good end with a classic old romance movie finish, their love couldnt go un-combined.

>>7390949

New body...

Reminded me of avatar.

rolled 4, 6, 6 = 16

>>7391009

>>7391009
no, just no.

>>7391009

Don't you dare.

Anyway, keep on writing, other anon. Make it as corny as you like, etc.

Also, BEHOLD, FOR I HAVE NAMED MYSELF! I AM NOW...

WRITEDUDE.

*derp*

I'd like to mention that there are some really stupid typos in my story. Fuck.

>>7391087
no, no, no, i have no other ideas, i just wanted a good end to happen.

also writedude you should write some more stuff, but carry it through further, im sure your Good End would have been much better than mine.

(and i am also revealing my namefaggotry now that i know at least 1 person liked my ending)

>>7391143

It was a good end. Sort of. I couldn't be bothered to carry it on, partly because it could turn crap at the drop of a hat, but mostly bacuse I'm lazy.

Also, it's on 1d4chan!
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Spared

rolled 3, 2, 4 = 9

>>7391266
I WILL EAT YOUR INTESTINES WITH EXTRA SALT

>>7391248
i liked your ending but i wanted more hugging, also do you mind if i edit the spelling mistakes in my ending on 1d4chan?

>>7391266

Die.

>>7391298

Go right ahead.

>>7391302
>>7391283

Telling adbots to fuck off is generally regarded as an inefficient procedure. You are adviced to cease such shenanigans.

rolled 1, 2, 5 = 8

>>7391329

>>7391329

As inefficient as it is, it makes me feel better for doing it. So yeah.

rolled 5, 5, 1 = 11

Brother Iratus swung forward on his stubby legs, mowing down dozens of blue soldiers with a sustained burst from his Assault Cannon. As oncoming fire scorched his armor, Iratus remarked loudly to himself on how pitiful Xenos weapons were, while waddling steadily forward and sweeping the battered ground with his Flamer. The Tau fell back continuously, faltering before the Dreadnought's unrelenting assault, unable to bring the well-armored machine down without heavy support. Though he was alone, his Battle Brothers having fallen long before, Iratus refused to give in, trusting in the Emperor to guide his fury to those most deserving. Rows upon rows of Xenos fell to his shells, rapidly becoming precious as his magazine ran dry. Sniper teams, bogged down in the tank-churned, bloody ground, were gunned down by Iratus's Storm Bolter as he climbed the hill he had marked for conquest; he pledged to the Emperor his last stand on the high point as his ammunition was expended.

>>7391500

OMG

Continue.

>>7390268
saved
>spleen rupturing
i lold

rolled 4, 6, 1 = 11

>>7391500
The Assault Cannon, its barrels glowing red from constant fire, stopped spinning. The Storm Bolter fell silent without rounds, and even the Flamer ceased to offer the light of its holy flame. The only weapons left to Iratus were his arms and his legs, and as he climbed the hill of his triumph, his armor scored and cratered by the fruitless efforts of the enemies of man, he saw his doom.

Thousands of soldiers, well-armed, with clean armor, unbroken ranks, and unchallenged resolve, awaited him at the bottom of the hill. Their rifles and carbines pointed upwards toward his mighty bulk, while drones of all kinds floated in a pattern about his shoulders, encircling him. It was not these meager things that bothered him, however. With the Emperor's strength behind him, Iratus would wade through their useless pillars of fire, and grind them into the earth, one by one. But he knew that he would never get close enough to unleash his fist upon the face of the foul Xenos, for they had brought their most expensive toys. They had brought their own ridiculous parody of man's ultimate sacrifice and most holy machine. They had brought Battlesuits.

>>7391609

Uncontrollable F5ING!!!

>>7391329

rolled 2, 5, 1 = 8

>>7391609
The suits were lined up in formation, directing their heavy weapons at the scarred and staggering Dreadnought standing on the hill. Their shots would tear him apart through sheer volume alone, wearing him down long before he could reach them. He was finished, as he had been so many centuries before. In death Iratus had continued to serve, gladly, for his life was not his own, but the Emperor's, to do with as he pleased. As a living weapon Iratus was nothing more than a thing, a construct to be weilded by the Imperium as a bludgeon to break the backs of the vileness that threatened it. From his walking tomb the hardened Space Marine had dispensed justice for hundreds of years, but his time had come. His last stand, on a world claimed by the upstart Tau, out of ammo, and out of time. He raised his fist, and shouted:

I PURGE THEE IN HIS NAME

And the enemy line exploded.

>>7391696
Oh god I think I love you.

>>7391696

Brother Iratus had decimated the tau with his vox alone! surely, he thought, this must be heresy. Could he be tainted by chaos? it was impossible. His geneseed was pure.

rolled 3, 2, 2 = 7

>>7391696
Hundreds upon hundreds of shells detonated above the heads of the worthless Tau, shattering their armor into splinters and setting them aflame. The drones fell in seconds to concentrated fire, their thin, poorly-made armor no match for the holy Bolter and consecrated Lascannon. The Battlesuits whirled about, spraying shots wildly all over the battlefield, even as the unnering aim of the Brother Marines tore them to shreds with the Emperor's Will. Thunderfires far beyond the battlezone belched flame and destruction with accuracy unrivaled, raining steel and Promethium down on the Xenos position. As Iratus charged down the hill, lost in the glory of his fight, a single Land Raider punched its way through the terrain, its weight too great to allow it to tilt. Two squads of Marines poured out of it, rolling backwards as the Raider crushed burning and melted corpses in its wake. The Marines, easily regaining their balance, stomped forward, unleashing hell upon the scattered survivors of the assault.

rolled 3, 4, 6 = 13

>>7391763
Iratus had reached the enemy, despite his self-defeating thoughts. He cursed himself for his lack of faith, and prayed to humanity's protector to forgive him his transgression, and allow him to redeem himself. With his powered fist he brought the Xenos low, slamming his spent Cannon into a crippled suit and crushing survivors into bloody pulp. He reveled in it, relishing the feeling of being free, no longer needing to soak up fire with his massive form, able to indulge in the mess of close combat like he had in his younger years. He laughed in victory as the senseless, demoralized Tau fell before his armored shell, pleading with whatever forces they worshiped to save them from his wrath. Iratus marched on, diligently giving all what was their due, even as his Brothers approached, ushering those remaining into the grasping hands of the Warp. His vox crackled and sputtered for the first time in days, carrying him the words of his brethren soldiers.

"Iratus, are you alright?"

The Dreadnought held one of the blue creatures up, displaying him to the tens of injured and disabled wastes of flesh that remained. As the poor thing screamed, Iratus crushed him, and shouted back:

THE EMPEROR PROTECTS

rolled 3, 4, 1 = 8

>>7391870
The Dreadnought's Brothers easily secured the field, sparing no measure of force while they returned the Tau to their rightful place in the pits of the earth. Iratus refused any aid of any sort until all of the Xenos had been felled, despite the frustration this caused the Techmarines, who felt his pain. Days and days of continuous wear and damage had taken their toll, but the sarcophogaus-bound Marine felt none of it at this moment. He stalked the mounds of bodies like a young man, picking them apart with precision and removing those that still lived. His Brothers left him to his work, and he finally reached the Battlesuits that had formed the back of the line. He inspected their crude, splintered forms, laughing to himself over their unsophisticated copies of superior Imperial technology. Most of them had been smashed quite thoroughly by the artillery barrage, but a few remained more-or-less intact. Tearing them open like ration cans, Iratus found that the pilots inside had already perished, without exception. And he moved to the last, lying on its back, its arms and legs torn asunder. He flipped it over, and found its cockpit to be open, and empty.

>>7391979

Dun-dun-duuuuun!

rolled 3, 2, 6 = 11

>>7391979
Iratus peered through the armor slit that served as his eyes, searching for the suit's lost occupant. The thought of missing a target, even one, bothered him greatly. At long last, he discovered a set of soft footprints in the mud, almost too light to see. He followed them a short distance, noticing that they were uneven, probably due to a limp. The Dreadnought finally came to their end, where a tiny blue Xenos sat shivering in the dirt, her arms pulling her knees to her chest. She looked up at the mighty machine, her red eyes without expression, and looked back to the ground, pulling her legs closer. Iratus raised his fist, thankful to the Emperor for allowing him to find the last of his enemies, but he stopped. He told himself it was because he wanted to savor her pain, to make her pay for the unabsolvable sin of killing his own Brothers, but he knew in his lifeless heart that it was a lie. His fist inched closer, but it would not drop. He could not bring himself to kill a being so helpless, so obviously unable to defend itself. The rage and fury of battle faded, and Iratus felt himself calm for the first time since planetfall. His fist lowered, though he did not tell it to do so. Praying to the Emperor, that in his eternal wisdom and mercy he could find fit to forgive him, Iratus activated his vox.

WE ARE CLEAR

He lied, the least of his sins. He rationalized it, telling himself that the broken thing before him could not possibly survive another hour, let alone long enough to give its short existence meaning. But he spared it, and he did it willingly, no matter if he accepted it or not.

rolled 2, 3, 1 = 6

>>7392126
The Brother Dreadnought returned to his fellows, leaving the Tau pilot to crawl in the dirt until it perished from the elements. He attempted, through the most rigorous meditation, to forget her, and to make himself believe that he left her to die slowly, to torture her. But the Emperor would not let him forget. For years, through incredible purges, unending battles, endless voyages, he remembered her in his dreams. It was not until he and his Chapter faced the Tau again that he felt he had any chance of erasing his transgression.

When Iratus made the drop he felt as a new man, filled with righteous fury and fully loaded for war. He killed countless Xenos with a glad heart and a blank mind, never once thinking of his crime as he murdered her fellows without a second thought.

Finally, he came to a hill, where fortified Snipers were picking off his Brothers with an ease he could not allow. Flamer and Bolter broke them easily, and as he climbed the hill to finish them completely, he felt vindicated. Despite his uncleanliness, he still served, and kept his faith. But that feeling did not last. As he reached the top of the hill, he came face-to-face with a lone Battlesuit, waiting for him. Its Railguns pointed at his stocky body, easily able to tear him to pieces at such close range. The Assault Cannon began spinning, but Iratus was suddenly jarred out of his focus. The Battlesuit spoke, three words that Iratus recognized as Gothic, even through the pilot's heavy accent.

WE. ARE. CLEAR.

And the suit backed down, walking down the hill without firing a shot. Iratus resisted the urge to hit it in the back, despite the voice in his head screaming at him to redeem himself.

The Brother Dreadnought left that planet a confused and flustered man, and for the rest of his life he could not get the memory out of his head. An honorable Tau. He laughed at the thought, and it warmed his heart. Perhaps man did not have as many enemies as it thought?

End.

>>7392312

*Rapturous, minute long applause*

Added to 1d4chan. Well done.

rolled 6, 5, 6 = 17

>>7392325
It took an hour and a half. AN HOUR AND A HALF.

Oh well, I suppose it was better than replying to spambot with threats of rape and murder.

Can love bloom on the battlefield? No. Can lust bloom on the battlefield? Oh yeah.

>>7392352

Far better. Better than mine, in fact.

Now, to write a Techpriest/Necron Lord fic. Or a fic based on DoW II's Last Stand. Or some Ork stuff.

faggot_tree.jpg

>>7392501

NoU.jpg

rolled 3, 6, 3 = 12

>>7392484
Why, thank you.

>>7392517
It's awesome, feel proud of yourself.

Medals and Promotions all around!

postin in an epic thread

>>7392675

WHERE THE DRAWFAGGOTS AT ?

>>7392825

I'm samefagging here but really guys, this thread need some drawfaggotry.

So please , pretty pretty please ...

give us some art

>>7392873
i'd draw but i lack a stylus and a drawing on paint would be shitty, i can however attempt a paper and pen one and scan it in for you. not saying I'm any good, maybe it will encourage more talented people to draw.

>>7393023

It's a start , go ahead anon , you have our support.

:3

>>7393055
ok, well dont expect too much.

>>7393023
I approve of your enthusiasm, your wish to actively write and drawfag is a shining example of the best parts of /tg/'s attitude. I honestly wish more of us shared that enthusiasm.

However, for some reason you seem to have gotten a little something in your namefield. You might want to see about clearing that up, before it starts getting infected.

rolled 2, 2, 1 = 5

>>7392312

Damn. Did you ever sleep?

>>7392873

I'm tempted to, but I don't have enough time. Maybe later, but I'm pretty sure this'll be gone by then...

ORK TREK. DOO EET

Crisis Battlesuit ready fo- OH ETHEREALS DO NOT WANT

>>7392484
>Techpriest/Necron Lord fic

ok, heres what i have so far, and yes im struggling with the legs and the picture overall looks kinda weird.

do tau have cloven hooves or what?

>>7393355
They also taste like blueberries.

>>7393482
but do tau girls have hair?

heres how its coming along, its not great I know, but atleast its something. all it really needs is some colour now that he basics are there.

>>7393518

no.

>>7393518

Tau are Gingers.

>>7393646
>>7393627
ok, so what would /tg/ prefer, no hair or ginger hair?

>>7393355

That depends on who you ask. They are described as having 'hooves', but that's all, so a lot of people imagine them as having cloven hooves.

However, since Tau come from a desert world, they would be more likely to have a hoof shape similar to that of a camel - the toes grown together into a single large footpad to better spread weight across the unstable sandy surface they evolved on.

When Xenology was released, it did indeed show an Etherial having camel-like hooves. But because a lot of people are stupid, the only thing they can think of when the word "hoof" is mentioned, is a cloven hoof. Meaning people piss and moan about Xenology being wrong, when in fact they're just ignorant.

>>7393669
so, does it look ok in the picture?

>>7393518
Many Tau vagina must be examined.

>>7393711
ok, im taking matters into my own hands, shes getting dark blue hair

>>7393746
damn, but i have nice metallic red here i want to use...

Metalic red is goot.

its more of a purple now that i've tried it.

Gundam seems to think so...

update.

>>7390580
I love you, writefag.
*hugs dreadnaught coffin*

dress colour? (Im thinking tan)

>>7393927

and thus, a new tripfag was born

:3

>>7393964
yay.

also im gonna leave the couple, and focus on the dual sunrise.

what colour should the planet be?

>>7394220
Yellow.

>>7394247
k thanx

bugger shit crap and fuck...

dont worry, it can be saved

yay, black pen lines make everything look better,

yay, i think its finished, i may touch up parts of it at some point but thats it for now

May I just say, I love all of you. never change /tg/, never.

>>7394866

Thank you for that one , anon.

OP here, I am a bit drawfag myself , but I can't scan anything right now, after few days I will make another thread with some stuff done.

I hope we can make this even better , thank you /tg/. Hope you stay the same .

>>7390660
BECAUSE HE WAS PHONE!

>>7394866
:3