Board Thread:Warhammer 40k General Discussion/@comment-71.163.147.124-20130529225718/@comment-7671639-20130615162702

The Necrons are coming, their number is legion, ready to take its rightful place on all life. Tyranids come like a deadly locust of destruction, sucking the galaxy dry of all life, drawn to the Astromicon like moths to a flame. The numberless armies of Chaos are coming, ready to finish what their damned leader started over 10,000 years ago. Orks are gathering, their Waaagghhh! ready to crush the last vistege of unity in the galaxy, aiming for the heart because they know that is where the true fight is.. Humanities light is guttering, the Emperor's hold on his body failing. All seems lost.

But hope is not lost, for billions upon billions of Imperial GuardsMen stand ready. Titans stand with barrels that could level cities in statis, silently waiting for the true battle. And Space Marines stand defient at Judgement, waiting for their Primarches to lead them one last time.

Just like every religion has an afterlife, so does it have a judgement day.

Into the fires of battle! To the advil of war!

Humanity will stand defient.

And the Emperor protects...