Cain is a coward by the metric of an insane Martyrdom Culture. Which is to say that he's a rational human being.
Trans rights are human rights.
Yeah, part of the joke is that all of the things Cain is legitimately great at (morale management, administration, fencing & pistolry, battlefield management) aren't very highly prized by the Imperium.
You think Cain's freakout after his latest venture, which is notably less insane than some of his canon stuff, is because it was the straw that broke the camel's back and he couldn't hold it in anymore?
Just a harmless giant from a foreign land.
Small change for Warhams, future VOD's will be on Zorans Youtube, the Twitch vod is now for followers only
Edited by 3of4 on Sep 7th 2020 at 12:36:35 PM
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Is time for Boy
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Man, I absolutely loved it, especially Karstodes' Big Damn Heroes entrance (I was expecting Dorn, though).
Fiat iustitia, et pereat mundus.
We were all expecting Dorn.
We all know Karstodes secretly likes Boy ;)
Perpetually Confused
From the comments
Richy Hu 3 hours ago (edited) "Did you ever hear about the Chapter Master's first kill initiate?" the sergeant asked the nervous scout who grasped his gun tightly as the transport ripped through the air.
"No sir, but I did hear he did it while mute?" the scout looked watched as his comrades professionally checked their guns and sat stoically like the millions of proud statues he had seen across the Imperium. He would be lying that even after all the training and implants, he still felt something unpleasant in his stomach. The others just assured him it was natural for anyone's first real combat mission.
"I hear that prior to joining the chapter, he was chosen bearer of a sacred vox-hailer. Young thing back then, but strong. Strong enough to attract the attention of the Emperor himself so I hear. One day however, he went missing, gone from his sacred posting. The Emperor's own Custodes were sent to find him until one found him, bleeding and crippled on the ground, yet still having slain what was thought to be a kidnapper. No doubt some cultist who sought his blood and body and spirit for depraved heretical ends."
"So he defeated a kidnapping cultist as a child?"
"Aye, bloated old man with noxious machinery and a twisted mind and some hideous chest mutations. Even after weathering a sonic barrage from another cultist of Slaaneshi probably without protection, he swung his blessed instrument and ended the heretic's pathetic life with a swift kick straight through his horrid body!"
The rookie scout could only imagine how epic the fight must have been given how impressive the Chapter Master was. Even at such a young age, before becoming an Astartes. He didn't say it, but it was equal parts inspirational and a little humbling.
"ATTENTION, BROTHERS!" the Chapter Master's scarred face and covered eye appeared on the vid-screens in the transports, "THESE ORKS BELIEVE THEY HAVE THE RIGHT TO RULE THIS PLANET FROM FORCE OF ARMS. THEY ARE WRONG. FORCE OF ARMS ALONE IS AN INEFFICIENT METHOD OF GOVERNANCE. THEY WILL FALL TO OUR FORCES AND WE SHALL EXTERMINATE THEM FROM THIS WORLD. WITH THE EMPEROR'S BLESSINGS AND EACH OF YOUR ABILITIES, WE SHALL BE VICTORIOUS. WE ARE THE SONS OF DORN! WE KNOW NOT FEAR! WE KNOW NOT COWARDICE! WE KNOW NOT DEFEAT!"
The Chapter Master turned off the vid-screen and prepared to drop with the First Company. As the flyers landed and the ramp dropped, wild gunfire flooded into the compartment, bouncing harmlessly off his magnificent armor. He knew the stories the recruits and the other soldiers told about him and his past. It was one of the few things that got him to chuckle. Around his neck was a shard, a piece of that old vox-hailer he carried in the presences of the Emperor himself and Lord Adornable, fashioned into a grasping fist on a golden pendant. A reward for a life time of service.
"IMPERIAL FISTS!" he roared as the marines charged towards the fortifications, "FORWARD! TO VICTORY!"
Edit: Holy shit I have gotten the blessing of Lord Alfa himself :O
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2 hours ago Holy shit
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Damn that was awesome.
So how fucked would the Vox Serfs had been had it actually been good old Dadornable?
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Well one was already bleeding out. The other would've probably been shotgunned as Dornable threated to do to Whammudes when he threatened boy.
Thank you, Monty Oum.
An average day for Saint Celestine, probably.
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Hoo boy, now that was a shocking episode.
I will become a great writer one day! Hopefully...
Hoo boy, talk about a Wham Episode. Fyodperor literally killing the Dark Eldar with kindness, Vect turning it around with one sentence, and Magnus going to help birth the Ynnead, holy shit.
Edited by Dirtyblue929 on Oct 9th 2020 at 1:38:32 AM
HONK GOD!
Slave said what
It was wonderfull episode.
"My Name is Bolt, Bolt Crank and I dont care if you believe or not"
LEGENDARY GALE
...I am reinstalling the palace.
but HOW?
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Is anyone else puzzled at Fyodperor calling Draigo his son or is it just me?
Regardless of your opinion of the last American election, we can all agree on one thing- The Chinese Communist Party can choke on scrotes!
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Well he's the Emperor, Draigo is a grey knight, and the Primarch of the Grey Knights is supposed to be the Emperor himself. He's his son the way any marine is the son of their primarch.
The crazy thing is that he is totally able to do so in a reasonable time frame.
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I have come to the conclusion that, "Damn you Honk God. How do you say your evil, horrible clown name?", is a crude Gothic translation of one of Cegorach's early epitaphs from the ancient Eldar tongue. (A more literal translation would probably use both more flowery language and more profanity.)
Change my mind.
Regardless of your opinion of the last American election, we can all agree on one thing- The Chinese Communist Party can choke on scrotes!
The Cosmopolitan Fictioneer
epitaph: a phrase or form of words written in memory of a person who has died, especially as an inscription on a tombstone.
Methinks you're looking for "epithet".
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IINM Cain is implied to be not as cowardly as he makes himself out to be, i.e. he exaggerates his cowardice out of some weird self-deprecation complex.
Fiat iustitia, et pereat mundus.