u/Ross-Pancake

AKA how long can gate survive Vanilla

(also it’s Sunday where i live)

Gorbachev was, at best, a socdem. AT BEST.

As much as I like Oversimplified, he was too critical of the USSR and communism in his Cold War series, and also kinda glazed Gorbachev.

by me

And before anyone comments something stupid, I will be doing my best to make this fight fair.

This was inspired by youtuber CSRC, especially his video on defending Helm’s Deep with modern infantry.

I know its kinda shit compared to other artists here, but I wanted to post this.

Also listen to Sinister Minds, it’s honestly good.

every 40k sub hates space king

i found this out the hard way

I’ll go first: The Guardians of the Mysterious Golden Throne. It’s a Gate x 40k fanfic that features the Adeptus Custodes instead of the Astartes. I was hesitant to read it, mostly because Thus the Ultramarines Fought There left a REALLY bad taste in my mouth for gate x 40k fics. But it’s genuinely so well written, even if it’s still in progress.

What about y’all?

The Sword-Brother saw the explosion, as it enveloped his brothers and him in its cruel embrace. He saw the light consume the other Black Templars. He saw himself suddenly lift into the air, and as time seemed to slow, fall to the earth.

And then he saw no more.

“Hey!”

A voice. It sounded like a child. A girl by the pitch.

“Wake up, mister!”

The Templar stirs. He opens his eyes. His head is somewhat spinning. He gets up, and into a sitting position. He looks to the source of the voice. It is a small girl, with long golden hair, and a pair of blue eyes. She is fair-skinned. She wears a small dress. It may have been white once, but it has gotten dirtied with time to the point where it is more tan than white.

He looks around. He’s no longer on the world he was once on. Before him is a series of crops. Nothing like the ones he’s seen on agri-worlds. He sees what he guesses to be a barn, and a house. But it’s nothing like the houses he’s seen before. It looks… primitive.

He looks to the sides. His weapons are still there. His power sword, and his plasma pistol. Thank the God-Emperor, he thinks to himself.

“Are you okay, mister? Gosh, you’re big!”

He looks at the girl. He hasn’t talked to mortals that much before, but he tries his best. “I’ve seen better days, I suppose. Where am I? How did I get here?”

The girls eyes sparkle, with that naive energy so common in children. “How did you get here? Oh, well I was helping papa tend the cows when I saw this thing flying across the sky. I ran over, and, well, that thing was you! This is our farm.”

Cows? What are cows? And how did I fall from the sky?, the Templar thinks to himself. He brushes some sweat from his black hair. “Your… farm. I see. I would assume this is an agri-world, controlled by the Imperium then?”

The girl pauses. She looks… confused. “… Imperium? What’s an Imperium?”

The Templar pauses. Does this child not know of the Imperium? Is this world not part of the Imperium yet? “Well… have you heard of the God-Emperor of Mankind, then?”, he finally asks.

The girl looks more confused. “…What’s the God-Emperor?”

It is like a punch to the stomach from a greenskin. It’s one thing to not know of the Imperium, but not know of the God-Emperor?! He tries to control his temper. She’s just a child. She doesn’t know any better.

“But… we do have an emperor!”

The Templar pauses. His voice suddenly adjusts several degrees. “Who. Is. This… ‘emperor’?”

The girl looks a bit scared by the change in his voice, but she regains her confidence. “Welllll… I think papa said his name was Molt or something?”

“… where am I? Not your farm, but what is your farm a part of?”

“Uh… I think it’s called the Saderan Empire? Or is it Empire of Sadera… no wait you can use either term!”

The Templar listens carefully. He has no knowledge of such a place. Saderan Empire? Emperor Molt? More like false-emperor, if you ask me. Where am I? How did I get here? Why does this place-

“Oh by the way, my name’s Maika! What’s your name?”

Name. He pauses, his thoughts interrupted by the energetic question from this girl- no, from Maika. He thinks, delving through his mind. He can’t remember much. It’s like he’s… lost some of his memories. But then, he finds it. The name he was given. His name, the thing Maika wants to know.

“… Aotuni. My name is Aotuni.”

Linkie here: https://www.wattpad.com/1654271464-by-faith-alone-chapter-one

basically loji is a Chinese socialist ai who takes the form of a waifu.

lets say “servant of the people” loji for this example.

God there was so much usa coping.

last image sums up my reaction.

It’s gonna be based off of this story in 40k where an Ultramarine gets amnesia from an explosion while on a medieval world. And he becomes a farmer, helping the locals who found him. He gets his memory back after seeing a carnifex that has been rampaging around, and he sacrifices himself to defeat it.

I’d love to do something similar but with a random ass marine ending up on falmart. I’m not going to go into the why or how just yet, as I admittedly haven’t thought of a reason.

The example marine I’m showing is from my homebrew chapter, the Sons of Luna.

What would you guys think of this?

Rokossovksy because he was such a good general who also cared about his men.

Batov because he was physically on the front, and I found his life interesting.

>!and also because of hoi4 tno!<

And this is why I hate democracy. It’s always used as an excuse to cover up that country’s bad things.

I will make one exception for democracy at the moment, and that is Helldivers 2.

>!what? i just really like hood.!<

>!(I know it’s not but i thought it was funny)!<