Brief
THE 41ST MILLENNIUM
For more than a hundred centuries, the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies.
He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
But the Emperor cannot watch every shadow...
While the Space Marines fight the wars of angels, and the Imperial Guard dies in the mud, the true rot begins from within. It starts with a whisper. A secret. A prayer to the wrong god.
+++ AUDIO LOG: ARCHIVED +++
Forget the power of technology and science. Forget the promise of progress and understanding. You have entered the grim darkness of the far future. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
You have entered the grim darkness of the far future. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
The universe is a meat grinder. In this nightmare, there are no heroes. There are only survivors, tyrants, and monsters.
THE ONLY QUESTION THAT MATTERS: WHICH ONE ARE YOU?
Loyal Servant
Do you worship the Carrion Lord on His Golden Throne? Will you sacrifice your life, your sanity, and your very soul to buy humanity just one more day of brutal survival against a universe that hates it?
Chaos Incarnate
Have you seen the lies of the Imperium and chosen the horrible truth of the Warp? Do you seek to burn his rotting empire to ash and let the galaxy drown in glorious madness?
The Outsider
Do you watch the primitive 'mon-keigh' tear themselves apart? Are you carving your own destiny, fighting for survival in a galaxy that views your existence as a disease to be purged?
The Great Devourer
A single cell in a galactic hive mind that knows neither hate nor pity, only eternal hunger. Will you consume biomass until every world is barren and the stars themselves go cold?
The universe is screaming.
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