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    129 KB Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)07:49 No.7389814  
    Can love bloom on the battlefield ?
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)07:50 No.7389826
    No, clearly the Dread shot the battle suits head clean off
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)07:51 No.7389832
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    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)07:52 No.7389833
    So? That was just the main sensor array. It can go on without a head.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)07:52 No.7389837

    but, but they have so much in common

    there must be some hope
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)07:53 No.7389843
    >> Wasteland Warrior !W48S2eY4nU 01/02/10(Sat)07:54 No.7389848

    But what if the dread likes oral? He'd leave the battlesuit cause he couldn't get any head.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)07:54 No.7389851
    Slaaneshi obliterator virus equivalent that makes random tits and dicks sprout out everywhere?
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)07:55 No.7389857
    Just stick it right down the resulting cavity. Direct neckfuck should also be good for that dullahan girl.
    >> Sergeant Major Alexandros III !PhseAMrpPY 01/02/10(Sat)07:55 No.7389860

    I see the reports of your demise were greatly exaggerated.
    >> Wasteland Warrior !W48S2eY4nU 01/02/10(Sat)07:57 No.7389867

    Yeah, and now I feel bad for making everyone worry.
    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)07:57 No.7389870
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    rolled 5, 4, 5 = 14

    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)07:57 No.7389871
    Love can BLAM or bloom in her ass, but there is no "love" in the battlefield
    >> Heretical GM 01/02/10(Sat)08:00 No.7389894
    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.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:00 No.7389897
    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.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:03 No.7389926
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    >Love can bloom...
    >in her ass!
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:04 No.7389930
    Better love than a fungal infection.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:07 No.7389944

    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:07 No.7389947
    Are you implying that living for Mankind, your Battlebrothers and the Emperor isn't anything?
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:07 No.7389949
    People keep bringing up Dranon's delight, but I have no idea what that is. Was it a piece of writefaggotry or what?
    >> Incoming Writefaggotry Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:13 No.7389980
    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.
    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)08:14 No.7389989
    rolled 3, 6, 5 = 14

    Yes. Don't read it.

    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:15 No.7389992
    loli cultist is raped to death by Dranon. Includes spleen rupturing and pelvis shattering.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:21 No.7390026
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    Bracing for epic .
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:25 No.7390051

    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.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:29 No.7390077

    Autobots! Transform and roll out!
    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)08:30 No.7390090
    rolled 2, 5, 3 = 10


    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:37 No.7390136
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    Please sir, can i have some more ?
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:38 No.7390157

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


    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.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:42 No.7390196
    >You win an Internet for making me laugh so hard.

    *doffs hat*

    'spleasure to be of assistance.
    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)08:44 No.7390217
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    rolled 6, 5, 3 = 14

    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:49 No.7390249

    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!
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:51 No.7390268
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    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)08:56 No.7390316
    >> Nordland 01/02/10(Sat)08:58 No.7390333
    rolled 5, 1, 4 = 10

    Yes, please continue. : )
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:04 No.7390396
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:04 No.7390398

    Here you go, little urchin.


    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.
    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)09:07 No.7390427
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    rolled 1, 4, 5 = 10

    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:10 No.7390460
    inb4 Virus bomb falls everybody dies.
    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)09:11 No.7390475
    rolled 1, 5, 6 = 12

    Welcome to 40k, I suppose.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:21 No.7390580



    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.

    ++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.

    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:22 No.7390590
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    >> Writefag 01/02/10(Sat)09:24 No.7390609
    Well, I'm done. Do whatever with it. Put it on 1d4Chan, archive thread, mock relentlessly, use as meme/toilet paper/whatever.

    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)09:24 No.7390614
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    rolled 4, 5, 4 = 13

    That was heartwarming. It has no place whatsoever in 40k.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:29 No.7390660
    But how did they know who he was?
    >> Nordland 01/02/10(Sat)09:30 No.7390674
    rolled 1, 1, 3 = 5

    Very good!
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:30 No.7390676

    Glad to be of service!
    >> Writefag 01/02/10(Sat)09:31 No.7390688

    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)09:32 No.7390705
    rolled 5, 6, 5 = 16

    Thank you for making early morning /tg/ that much better. I salute you, author.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:33 No.7390711
    Dude, they're the Black Templars.
    They blingify their stuff a lot.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:35 No.7390727
    This is HERESY
    >> Writefag 01/02/10(Sat)09:37 No.7390753

    Then I'm with Nurgle, thanks.


    Aww, stop it. :)
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:44 No.7390829

    i liked it anon, well done.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:45 No.7390833
    (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
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:46 No.7390849

    OP here, I must thank you dear anon. I've never expected this. You have my internets.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:48 No.7390867
    Thread has been archived.

    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:51 No.7390897
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    It-It's not that i liked it or anything...

    It was...ju-just nice of you to be s-so thoughtful...thats all...
    >> Writefag 01/02/10(Sat)09:52 No.7390905

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

    >> Writefag 01/02/10(Sat)09:54 No.7390927

    *adds internets to trophy cabinet* :P
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:56 No.7390949
    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...

    >> Writefag 01/02/10(Sat)09:58 No.7390970




    What a twist!
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:58 No.7390973
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    Goddamn it! you heard me!
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)09:59 No.7390986
    but im not finished yet i made a good end with a classic old romance movie finish, their love couldnt go un-combined.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)10:01 No.7391009

    New body...

    Reminded me of avatar.
    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)10:02 No.7391030
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    rolled 4, 6, 6 = 16

    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)10:03 No.7391039
    no, just no.
    >> Writedude 01/02/10(Sat)10:10 No.7391087

    Don't you dare.

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



    >> Writedude 01/02/10(Sat)10:18 No.7391141
    I'd like to mention that there are some really stupid typos in my story. Fuck.
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)10:18 No.7391143
    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)
    >> Writedude 01/02/10(Sat)10:30 No.7391248

    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!
    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)10:35 No.7391283
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    rolled 3, 2, 4 = 9

    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)10:36 No.7391298
    i liked your ending but i wanted more hugging, also do you mind if i edit the spelling mistakes in my ending on 1d4chan?
    >> Writedude 01/02/10(Sat)10:37 No.7391302

    >> Writedude 01/02/10(Sat)10:38 No.7391312

    Go right ahead.
    >> Masterwork Bastard !DOD3/eopFI 01/02/10(Sat)10:40 No.7391329

    Telling adbots to fuck off is generally regarded as an inefficient procedure. You are adviced to cease such shenanigans.
    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)10:41 No.7391341
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    rolled 1, 2, 5 = 8

    >> Writedude 01/02/10(Sat)10:45 No.7391383

    As inefficient as it is, it makes me feel better for doing it. So yeah.
    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)11:00 No.7391500
    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.
    >> Writedude 01/02/10(Sat)11:04 No.7391528


    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)11:08 No.7391561
    >spleen rupturing
    i lold
    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)11:12 No.7391609
    rolled 4, 6, 1 = 11

    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.
    >> Writedude 01/02/10(Sat)11:18 No.7391665

    Uncontrollable F5ING!!!
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)11:21 No.7391693
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    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)11:22 No.7391696
    rolled 2, 5, 1 = 8

    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:


    And the enemy line exploded.
    >> ~Trap !YfNCOoJres 01/02/10(Sat)11:23 No.7391704
    Oh god I think I love you.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)11:33 No.7391761

    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.
    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)11:34 No.7391763
    rolled 3, 2, 2 = 7

    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.
    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)11:44 No.7391870
    rolled 3, 4, 6 = 13

    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:

    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)11:55 No.7391979
    rolled 3, 4, 1 = 8

    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.
    >> Writedude 01/02/10(Sat)12:00 No.7392019

    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)12:09 No.7392126
    rolled 3, 2, 6 = 11

    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.


    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.
    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)12:27 No.7392312
    rolled 2, 3, 1 = 6

    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.


    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?

    >> Writedude 01/02/10(Sat)12:29 No.7392325

    *Rapturous, minute long applause*

    Added to 1d4chan. Well done.
    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)12:32 No.7392352
    rolled 6, 5, 6 = 17

    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.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)12:37 No.7392422
    Can love bloom on the battlefield? No. Can lust bloom on the battlefield? Oh yeah.
    >> Writedude 01/02/10(Sat)12:44 No.7392484

    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.
    >> Salamanders Fanbro !!IkBm+qsTaW7 01/02/10(Sat)12:46 No.7392501
    >> Writedude 01/02/10(Sat)12:47 No.7392512

    >> ★ Subprocessor DM 01/02/10(Sat)12:48 No.7392517
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    rolled 3, 6, 3 = 12

    Why, thank you.
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)12:52 No.7392558
    It's awesome, feel proud of yourself.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)13:06 No.7392675
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    Medals and Promotions all around!
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)13:07 No.7392681
    postin in an epic thread
    >> Writedude 01/02/10(Sat)13:18 No.7392777
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    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)13:24 No.7392822
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    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)13:24 No.7392825
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)13:29 No.7392873

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

    So please , pretty pretty please ...

    give us some art
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)13:45 No.7393023
    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.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)13:48 No.7393055

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

    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)13:49 No.7393073
    ok, well dont expect too much.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)13:51 No.7393097
    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.
    >> Dacia 01/02/10(Sat)13:51 No.7393100
    rolled 2, 2, 1 = 5


    Damn. Did you ever sleep?


    I'm tempted to, but I don't have enough time. Maybe later, but I'm pretty sure this'll be gone by then...
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)13:52 No.7393114
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)13:52 No.7393117
    Crisis Battlesuit ready fo- OH ETHEREALS DO NOT WANT
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)14:04 No.7393247
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    >Techpriest/Necron Lord fic
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)14:11 No.7393318
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    ok, heres what i have so far, and yes im struggling with the legs and the picture overall looks kinda weird.
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)14:15 No.7393355
    do tau have cloven hooves or what?
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)14:27 No.7393482
    They also taste like blueberries.
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)14:30 No.7393518
    but do tau girls have hair?
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)14:39 No.7393611
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    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.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)14:42 No.7393627

    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)14:43 No.7393646

    Tau are Gingers.
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)14:44 No.7393658
    ok, so what would /tg/ prefer, no hair or ginger hair?
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)14:45 No.7393669

    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.
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)14:48 No.7393700
    so, does it look ok in the picture?
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)14:49 No.7393711
    Many Tau vagina must be examined.
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)14:53 No.7393746
    ok, im taking matters into my own hands, shes getting dark blue hair
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)14:57 No.7393792
    damn, but i have nice metallic red here i want to use...
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)14:59 No.7393814
    Metalic red is goot.
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)15:04 No.7393870
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    its more of a purple now that i've tried it.
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)15:05 No.7393883
    Gundam seems to think so...
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)15:08 No.7393903
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    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)15:10 No.7393927
    I love you, writefag.
    *hugs dreadnaught coffin*
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)15:13 No.7393953
    dress colour? (Im thinking tan)
    >> Hugging Dreadnoughts 01/02/10(Sat)15:14 No.7393964

    and thus, a new tripfag was born

    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)15:24 No.7394058
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    also im gonna leave the couple, and focus on the dual sunrise.
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)15:35 No.7394220
    what colour should the planet be?
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)15:37 No.7394247
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)15:40 No.7394279
    k thanx
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)15:45 No.7394331
    bugger shit crap and fuck...
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)15:46 No.7394353
    dont worry, it can be saved
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)16:00 No.7394538
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    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)16:03 No.7394576
    yay, black pen lines make everything look better,
    >> Iron Handed 01/02/10(Sat)16:22 No.7394866
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    yay, i think its finished, i may touch up parts of it at some point but thats it for now
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)16:29 No.7394967
    May I just say, I love all of you. never change /tg/, never.
    >> Hugging Dreadnoughts 01/02/10(Sat)16:38 No.7395093

    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 .
    >> Anonymous 01/02/10(Sat)16:44 No.7395176
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