The figure casts around for any signs of life.

?: It's been many cycles... I wouldn't be surprised if the planet has been abandoned.

An inaudible second voice speaks over the figure's commbead.

?: Indeed, you're likely correct.

The figure continues walking around, keeping within a reasonable distance of the ship. Their helmet and clothing reveal little about them, other than that they seem to have been wandering for quite some time, given the tattered state of their cloak and the scratches on their helmet.

Across the planet small posters are put up, depicting a harlequin proudly lifting up a large, Ork knife in all 6 hands. Below the image is a simple sentence stating: Who has the biggest stabba? Is it you? Is it the man standing next to you? Do you want it to be you?

Deep within the city of Underbright, in the district of Fungus town near teef lane, an old building lies abandoned, large smokestacks still rearing up into the "sky" above and unclean windows full off dust and graffiti dot the ramshackle structures sides in seemingly random intervals. In the tiniest blink of an eye the entire area around the building is bathed in bright green light, pouring from the windows and entryways, followed just milliseconds later by a thunderous boom like the explosion of a warhead as doors are flung open violently and the glass of many a window shatters instantly. As sudden as it appeared the light and noise vanish again, leaving little noise apart from the distant beeping of a ground cars alarm. Staggering from one of the entry ways comes an Ork, covered in crude prosthetics, a group of mechanical appendages sprouting from a strange backpack of sorts and wearing a comically large and sleeveless Labcoat, singed and torn in many places. The Ork stumbles into the road, leaning on a lamppost the Ork coughs loudly as he rubs his eyes.

Several Orks are working to break the lock keeping them from accessing the basement of some Hummie building.

Any and all written warning signs are ignored.

From several Grots as they are chucked off a conveniently large building the Orks find.

IZ NEVAH GUNNA GET TIRED O KRUMPIN GITZ DIS WEY.

After several hours, amd the deaths of innumerable Grots. The Orks have finished building a bar. Now they have a place to: eat, drink, and fight in. Several large windows have been installed. Because it's not a true barroom brawl unless someone goes through a window.

The Orks celebrate the achievement by fighting in the bar.

Finding little life, the Orks have started building a Hive. Grots are being brought infor the grunt work.

OI LADZ! IZ FINK WEZ FOUND WUN O DEM PLANETS DAT DA HUMMIES DUN DITCHED.

Takes off crocs

I'm probably just going to use my Dark Heresy 2e character. He's not super powerful or nothin', but I'm really fond of him and I put a lot of work into making him.

Death Korps of Krieg, Natural Born (Yes, they exist or have existed but 40k lore inconsistencies and/or retcons may have changed that recently)

Became an Acolyte at 12

Standard issue lasgun and flak armor

From a TBI he got with the Inquisiton he now has a stutter and always seems zoned out and maybe a little slow (not in a derogatory way) but his mind is still sharp as a tack

A commissar is working a cogitator. A Tech-Priestess walks up.

[Whatcha doin’?]

Investing in Gorkkoin.

[Eh? What’s that?]

I have not the foggiest idea.

[Then, why…?]

The universe demands it, Tech-Priestess.

A commissar sits on a milk crate, looking weary.

By the Emperor, a break from the xenos and heresy and xeno-heresy! Perhaps now peace and prosperity can be restored to this derelict world…

A Tech-Priestess strolls by on top of a gargantuan Seraptek Heavy Construct — a Necron war machine.

[Hey, commissar! Do you like my new pet?]

…Emperor preserve us.

Just an FYI for fellow 40K Text RolePlayers! r/40kTauScience Has finally been Published!

Anyone else feel free to participate in the sub. We T'au seek to bring galactic peace and thus we seek to elarn all cultures for peaceful coexistence in the future. So we are seekng posters who favor other 40K factions to join the RP.

(PRETEND YOU ARE LIVING in the 40K UNIVERSE AS YOUR FAVORITE RACE. IF YOU ARE XENOS ACT LIKE YOU KNOW HUMANS WELL ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND THE SHOW AND ACT AS THOUGH XENA WAS AN ACTUAL PERSON WHOSE ADVENTURES REALLY HAPPENED. TREAT HER AS THOUGH A RUMOUR EXIST SHE'S STILL ALIVE AND HIDING SOMEPLACE IN THE GALAXY AND ACT LIKE HER WHOLE TV SHOW WAS A NONFICTION DOCUMENTARY. FOR PLAYERS OF HUMAN FACTIONS, PRETEND YOU ARE ACTING AS A MEMBER OF YOUR FAV FACTION IG IF YOU ARE A CHAOS INFECTED POST ABOUT HOW YOU WOULD INFECT HER OR FOR SPECIFIC SPACE MARINE CHAPTERS DEBATE IF SHE IS A HERETIC WHO SHOULD BE HUNTED DOWn, TRIED, THEN EXECUTED, YOU GET THE POINT. EVEN FEEL FREE TO ACT A A ORMAL HUMAN CIVILIAN BUT JUST REACT AS THOUGH YOU ARE LIVING IN 40K AND AS THOUGH XENA WAS NONFICTION AND UNDER THE GUISE THAT RUMORS SHE STILL LIVES EXIST).

What do people here of all races and planets and chapters or whatever faction think of Xena the legendary Warrior Princess of Ancient Times? Her whole life storage (as much as archaeologists can discover) has been released tot he public just today and you can easily access it from your home equipment like your personal computers or visit an library or some other public areas for studying and watch it there.

All the other Xenos also were sent this over 100 hourslong compiled footage so lately a lot of Xenos watched all recorded archives. Xenos are welcome to this debate.

I believe if Xena was given command as general of all armies of Imperium, the Xenos threats would finally end and there'd be everlasting piece throughout the Galaxy as long as she lived. Some humans are even vouching for her to be the Empress or for her marriage to the Emperor.

I invite all from Astarte Adeptu s to Imperial Guards to Tyranids and Orks as well as T'au and Eldar even Bloodletters and other Chaos demons to this discussion.

A child sits in his throne room, over looking the ruined city on a ruin of a planet. Only a few hours earlier he had remembered he ruled this place. In the time he was gone, it seems to have completely collapsed, hell there wasn't even any invasions by eldritch beings anymore. The streets were empty, the people quiet. Man, Penguin fething hated Sundays

The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, dogs are barking, people are talking and life is going on as usual. Only unusual thing is the fact there hasn't been a brutal slaughter in a few months, but hey that's a good thing right? Anyway, Aritrius is mucking around somewhere trying to befriend a cat when very suddenly a bat is applied to the back of his head. Before his unconscious body hits the floor he's whisked away into a sack and the kidnapper melts back into the shadows with the Chelf

in the wild ruins of Underbright, a glowing slit in reality spills a red-skinned humanoid into the forest. The figure stumbles, nearly falling before righting themselves and dusting off their long coat and lute slung accross their back

V:This... Does not look like the astral plane.

the rift snaps shut, pulling the figure from their feet

V:Ow. I should probably figure out where in the Hels I am.

(Ooc:Travis shall once again see the light of day)

Across [REDACTED] the doors to Travis' shops are flung open, months of dust, rubble and improvised defences scattering before them. Accompanying the normal stock of clothes, armour and small arms is an all new counter: "Elwin's corner of definitely-not-stolen-goods!"

V: Clearly I'm a better shot

TP: No, I had better training then you ever had.

V: Oh yeah? Want to test out your poor excuse of aim?

TP: I'll take that challenge, cause this contest is already won by me.

Hello gentlemen, is your anti-warp subscription pay off yet because it doesn't look like it also I've been trying to call for your car extended warranty.

Now in [Redacted], folks are going to a fighting pit located in the underhives. Today's match is between an ogryn, with fifteen years of military service, named Brote. Against an ork nob, named Grot. Place your bets before the match starts.

After a long break to a paradise world, vaksmann got bored and decided to return to his favorite hellscape [Redacted]

V: "So what did I miss?"

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OFC: I forgot my password, username, and email one day, and decided to take a break from reddit. Touch grass and all that stuff, so Im back.

The Tech-Priestess is hosting a tech show! It consists of a lava lamp, a waterbed, an electric toothbrush, and a hypervelocity railgun.

To make up for the trauma of murder, Aritrius gets taken bowling! Also Mul I'm sorry

that’s it, that’s the post. I can’t actually say any more about it, as that’s the post

A planetwide rumble happens but nothing else really happens. Well, if you ignore the dead rising up and becoming heavily disfigured. And they're attacking people too

From a frigid area of [REDACTED], a distress beacon is received. But it's from an Imperial bunker that's been long thought abandoned. That's strange, but things like this happen all the time, worst case is that somebody broke in and pressed a random button

The time has come. After disappearing for nearly a week, the planetary governor has finally been dragged from the local Commissariat compound and thrown into a gibbet cage overhanging a stage. The commissar, accompanied by Guardsmen in full regalia, steps onto the stage to address the gathered Guard regiments and whoever else may be present.

By the indomitable Will of the God-Emperor, the heretic governor has been captured. However, before the Emperor's Mercy is bestowed, we will hold a trial to determine the guilt of the heretic and xenos collaborator. For the Imperium!

A short time passes before the jury -- a motley group of regimental commissars, junior commissars, and discipline masters of both the skaven and abhuman variety -- eventually decides, and in full concurrence, that Artrius is guilty. The commissar speaks again.

The verdict is decided! The heretic will hereby be executed. The Emperor protects.

The crowd cheers again.