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Futuristic You are a Space Marine... in Space! (With images)
- Thread starter Birdsie
- Start date
Archdemon
Some random dude on the Internet
1. We are continuing this tale! Besides it doesn't have to end in galactic conquest. There are many ways of doing such a story.
Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
Captain Gabriel
Rin Nyx
Archdemon
HTCOR
Dalamus Ulom
TheCountryWarrior
~+~+~+~
2 Years Later
~+~+~+~
Your vast Empire awaits your command. Sitting in your office, like always, in your power armor, you snort cocaine from your desk. Over the course of the last few years, you've made your way from a lowly space marine to the great Pimp-peror. You are the greatest man in the local cluster of sub-sectors, having conquered nearly all of them and entered a small-scale conflict against the Imperium of Man. Across vast systems, people build statues of you and Actually Satan. Resources are no longer a problem.
Years ago, when you first became the ruler of this establishment. Your first edict was...
- "Hail Actually Satan!"
- "Do drugs and never stay in school!"
- "Produce items for me!"
- Write-in.
- Building fortifications.
- Creating weapons.
- Arcane research.
- Recruitment of troops.
- Scientific advancements.
- Something else. (Write-in.)
- Overtaking the whole Segmentum.
- Attack Terra and destroying the Imperium of Man.
- Achieving immortality as a Deamon Prince of Actually Satan.
Captain Gabriel
Three Thousand Club
1-1-3(or 2.)
~+~+~+~
2 Years Later
~+~+~+~
Your vast Empire awaits your command. Sitting in your office, like always, in your power armor, you snort cocaine from your desk. Over the course of the last few years, you've made your way from a lowly space marine to the great Pimp-peror. You are the greatest man in the local cluster of sub-sectors, having conquered nearly all of them and entered a small-scale conflict against the Imperium of Man. Across vast systems, people build statues of you and Actually Satan. Resources are no longer a problem.
Years ago, when you first became the ruler of this establishment. Your first edict was...
Not that so many months ago, that you've conquered the whole sub-sector of star systems that you once lived in, you focused on...
- "Hail Actually Satan!"
- "Do drugs and never stay in school!"
- "Produce items for me!"
- Write-in.
And now that you've started conquering the galaxy, your main goal became...
- Building fortifications.
- Creating weapons.
- Arcane research.
- Recruitment of troops.
- Scientific advancements.
- Something else. (Write-in.)
Prana: 5000/5000
- Overtaking the whole Segmentum.
- Attack Terra and destroying the Imperium of Man.
- Achieving immortality as a Deamon Prince of Actually Satan.
Rin Nyx
One Thousand Club
1-3-3
Archdemon
Some random dude on the Internet
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Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
Captain Gabriel
Rin Nyx
Archdemon
HTCOR
Dalamus Ulom
TheCountryWarrior
(I want to point out that the number 60 is the cap for human abilities. 55-60 in any stat is considered peak-human. We're going over the threshold.)
Your edict was to worship Actually Satan. Dutifully and eternally. Doing that was the first step on your long road to achieving daemonhood as a reward. Your focus, on another hand was building fortifications. Space stations and defenses to keep Imperial crusades at bay. Every few weeks, your troops launch attacks and invasions from your domain and slowly take the Imperium, one bit at a time.
Your main goal, however, is to become a Deamon Prince of Satan... Actually Satan.
Actually Satan is a prideful god. He loves the adulation of the masses, but he also likes sin and effectiveness. In all of these terms, you have gone a long way. As such, Satan has provided you with his infernal fervor (+10 to all stats, +500 to prana, +5 corruption.) And provided you with the gift of mutation. Pick one mutation from below.
- Additional Eye: A third eye. It doesn't do much.
- Bird Feet: The feet of an avian. Doesn't do much, though, now you need special shoes.
- Pheromones: You can produce a pheromone that lets you seduce specific marine species into submission.
- Razor Fingers: You become Freddy Krueger.
- Smell Fear: You can literally smell the emotion of fear as if it left a scent. It smells like shit.
- Regeneration: You can instantly regenerate your pinky fingers should they be cut off.
- Imp Familiar: You gain a minor daemon as your personal servant. It's stupid, disobedient, and can't do much, but it annoys you.
- Write-in. (Must be useless, cosmetic, or otherwise detrimental.)
Weapon Skill: 56
Ballistic Skill: 63
Strength: 72
Toughness: 72
Agility: 55
Intelligence: 46
Perception: 45
Willpower: 58
Fellowship: 51
Influence: 38 - A leading force in nation politics, an influence in sector politics.
Fame: 41 - Known across vast sub-sectors and slightly recognized in the sector.
Infamy: 15 - Negative rumors are widespread and cruel.
Corruption: 15
Insanity: 25
Prana: 4500/4500
Dalamus Ulom
Orzhov Advokist
Our first proclimation was "We're cooler than that OTHER Space Empire! Free money for everyone!" Before tossing a few trillion Actual Satan Dollars (Patent Pending) into the crowd. Don't worry about rapid inflation, we've got magic that constantly keeps the Actual Satan Dollar a super stable currency.
We beat that loser genius Emperor at his own game! Now that the insane dogma of the Emperor has been replaced by the benevelent wisdom of The Pimp-eror and Actually Satan, we have advanced far beyond the capabilities of the Imperium of Man, and most other aliens. Instantaneous travel through webways, grav tanks, highly functional Plasma weaponry. We've even made a lasgun that's armor piercing!
Now, the Imperium of Man is a sad, pathetic, rotting corpse of what it once was. That much is obvious. The people under it's rule are horribly oppressed, and so, we shall LIBERATE THEM!
We beat that loser genius Emperor at his own game! Now that the insane dogma of the Emperor has been replaced by the benevelent wisdom of The Pimp-eror and Actually Satan, we have advanced far beyond the capabilities of the Imperium of Man, and most other aliens. Instantaneous travel through webways, grav tanks, highly functional Plasma weaponry. We've even made a lasgun that's armor piercing!
Now, the Imperium of Man is a sad, pathetic, rotting corpse of what it once was. That much is obvious. The people under it's rule are horribly oppressed, and so, we shall LIBERATE THEM!
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Captain Gabriel
Three Thousand Club
5. Very useful.
(I want to point out that the number 60 is the cap for human abilities. 55-60 in any stat is considered peak-human. We're going over the threshold.)
Your edict was to worship Actually Satan. Dutifully and eternally. Doing that was the first step on your long road to achieving daemonhood as a reward. Your focus, on another hand was building fortifications. Space stations and defenses to keep Imperial crusades at bay. Every few weeks, your troops launch attacks and invasions from your domain and slowly take the Imperium, one bit at a time.
Your main goal, however, is to become a Deamon Prince of Satan... Actually Satan.
Actually Satan is a prideful god. He loves the adulation of the masses, but he also likes sin and effectiveness. In all of these terms, you have gone a long way. As such, Satan has provided you with his infernal fervor (+10 to all stats, +500 to prana, +5 corruption.) And provided you with the gift of mutation. Pick one mutation from below.
Stat-Screen:
- Additional Eye: A third eye. It doesn't do much.
- Bird Feet: The feet of an avian. Doesn't do much, though, now you need special shoes.
- Pheromones: You can produce a pheromone that lets you seduce specific marine species into submission.
- Razor Fingers: You become Freddy Krueger.
- Smell Fear: You can literally smell the emotion of fear as if it left a scent. It smells like shit.
- Regeneration: You can instantly regenerate your pinky fingers should they be cut off.
- Imp Familiar: You gain a minor daemon as your personal servant. It's stupid, disobedient, and can't do much, but it annoys you.
- Write-in. (Must be useless, cosmetic, or otherwise detrimental.)
Weapon Skill: 56
Ballistic Skill: 63
Strength: 72
Toughness: 72
Agility: 55
Intelligence: 46
Perception: 45
Willpower: 58
Fellowship: 51
Influence: 38 - A leading force in nation politics, an influence in sector politics.
Fame: 41 - Known across vast sub-sectors and slightly recognized in the sector.
Infamy: 15 - Negative rumors are widespread and cruel.
Corruption: 15
Insanity: 25
Prana: 4500/4500
Dalamus Ulom
Orzhov Advokist
Damnit.
(I want to point out that the number 60 is the cap for human abilities. 55-60 in any stat is considered peak-human. We're going over the threshold.)
Your edict was to worship Actually Satan. Dutifully and eternally. Doing that was the first step on your long road to achieving daemonhood as a reward. Your focus, on another hand was building fortifications. Space stations and defenses to keep Imperial crusades at bay. Every few weeks, your troops launch attacks and invasions from your domain and slowly take the Imperium, one bit at a time.
Your main goal, however, is to become a Deamon Prince of Satan... Actually Satan.
Actually Satan is a prideful god. He loves the adulation of the masses, but he also likes sin and effectiveness. In all of these terms, you have gone a long way. As such, Satan has provided you with his infernal fervor (+10 to all stats, +500 to prana, +5 corruption.) And provided you with the gift of mutation. Pick one mutation from below.
Stat-Screen:
- Additional Eye: A third eye. It doesn't do much.
- Bird Feet: The feet of an avian. Doesn't do much, though, now you need special shoes.
- Pheromones: You can produce a pheromone that lets you seduce specific marine species into submission.
- Razor Fingers: You become Freddy Krueger.
- Smell Fear: You can literally smell the emotion of fear as if it left a scent. It smells like shit.
- Regeneration: You can instantly regenerate your pinky fingers should they be cut off.
- Imp Familiar: You gain a minor daemon as your personal servant. It's stupid, disobedient, and can't do much, but it annoys you.
- Write-in. (Must be useless, cosmetic, or otherwise detrimental.)
Weapon Skill: 56
Ballistic Skill: 63
Strength: 72
Toughness: 72
Agility: 55
Intelligence: 46
Perception: 45
Willpower: 58
Fellowship: 51
Influence: 38 - A leading force in nation politics, an influence in sector politics.
Fame: 41 - Known across vast sub-sectors and slightly recognized in the sector.
Infamy: 15 - Negative rumors are widespread and cruel.
Corruption: 15
Insanity: 25
Prana: 4500/4500
We shall have pheramones. In case we ever end up on a water world. Hell, these pheramones could work on space sharks. Which would be pretty badass.
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HTCOR
Tired and Present
Damn right we're seducing space sharks. We need space sharks and space whales on our side.
Rin Nyx
One Thousand Club
Hmm...3 or 5...I think 3 would be more fun, though, so let's do 3!
Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
Captain Gabriel
Rin Nyx
Archdemon
HTCOR
Dalamus Ulom
TheCountryWarrior
You have a special gland within your throat that produces a chemical substance that affects marine species and disbalances their natural cognitive process, letting you take sway and control over them. You are much like Poseidon, with incredible sway and control over fish and dolphins.
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You are sitting on your throne, completely invigorated by the kilograms of cocaine in your system. Suddenly, a man in space marine armor rushes into the throne room. "M'lord, I carry terrible news," he says. "Your province on Genesis-2 is under attack from the Zerg Swarm! We've mobilized the fleet. What should we do about this?"
- Punch him in the face because you feel like it.
- "Not good. Let us pray to Actually Satan in hopes of rejuvenation."
- "Mobilize an Imperator-class Titan."
- Write-in.
Weapon Skill: 56
Ballistic Skill: 63
Strength: 72
Toughness: 72
Agility: 55
Intelligence: 46
Perception: 45
Willpower: 58
Fellowship: 51
Influence: 38 - A leading force in nation politics, an influence in sector politics.
Fame: 41 - Known across vast sub-sectors and slightly recognized in the sector.
Infamy: 15 - Negative rumors are widespread and cruel.
Corruption: 15
Insanity: 25
Prana: 5000/5000
Dalamus Ulom
Orzhov Advokist
"Zerg? The fuck you mean ZERG? They're called Tyranids in this setting, you fool!" As we scream this, we will punch him in the face. Not hard enough to kill him, but enough to crack his shitty little cheek bone.
You have a special gland within your throat that produces a chemical substance that affects marine species and disbalances their natural cognitive process, letting you take sway and control over them. You are much like Poseidon, with incredible sway and control over fish and dolphins.
...
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You are sitting on your throne, completely invigorated by the kilograms of cocaine in your system. Suddenly, a man in space marine armor rushes into the throne room. "M'lord, I carry terrible news," he says. "Your province on Genesis-2 is under attack from the Zerg Swarm! We've mobilized the fleet. What should we do about this?"
Stat-Screen:
- Punch him in the face because you feel like it.
- "Not good. Let us pray to Actually Satan in hopes of rejuvenation."
- "Mobilize an Imperator-class Titan."
- Write-in.
Weapon Skill: 56
Ballistic Skill: 63
Strength: 72
Toughness: 72
Agility: 55
Intelligence: 46
Perception: 45
Willpower: 58
Fellowship: 51
Influence: 38 - A leading force in nation politics, an influence in sector politics.
Fame: 41 - Known across vast sub-sectors and slightly recognized in the sector.
Infamy: 15 - Negative rumors are widespread and cruel.
Corruption: 15
Insanity: 25
Prana: 5000/5000
Afterwards, we will tell him to have everyone pray to Actually Satan for our victory while we go and take an Imperator-class titan to go smash some bugs.
Archdemon
Some random dude on the Internet
I agree with this.
