Board Thread:Warhammer 40k General Discussion/@comment-3580035-20130420010932/@comment-25149066-20140828083928

I love everything about Guard. Even the sheer horrors they face fighting in the god Emperors name.

I love that a guardsmen watches as the millions of men in the forward base at the bottom of the mountain, miles ahead were overwhelmed by endless Tyranids. A Titan was torn apart by a enormous monster in the distance and whole battalions were slaughtered. That guardsmen saw it with his own eyes, the screams and destruction and he knows whats coming. And here he is still at his post regretting every desicion he had ever made in his life. Every insitinct and every muscle in his soul is telling him to run. "YOU ARE GOING TO DIE HERE" his mind screams, but that commisar is sitting right there behind him looking right at the guardsmen with his hand on his laspistol. "Tis a fine day to die for the Emperor men" he says with a smug twisted chuckle.

The Guardsmen's strength sinks into his feet and he knows his fate. He looks to his left and then to his right and sees the same soul crushed look on his fellows faces. They are all experiencing the same thing as him. The ground starts to shake with the Tyranids apporach and the big guns fire over head, the guardsmen's mind his spinning. His heart pounding, he presses his lasgun against his chest, closes his eyes, clenches his fist, and with words he couldn't believe were his own yells defiantly to the skies-

           "For the Emperor!"

Each man is stunned. The man to his left looks at him and then to the ground and repeats the phrase softly, "For the Emperor". Pretty soon the chant spread like wild fire through the ranks and a strength only men who have something to die for manifests within the battalion. The words are taken up with full strength amongst everyone. Venerated in the

          "For the Emperor! For the Emperor! For the Emperor!"

           As the mass of Tyranid horrors start to come into site the men level their guys along the Aegis line readying themsleves for the ensuing bloodshed. The cries of a massed horde of monsters booming in the wind promising destruction. The Commisar steps to the front of his men, raises his sword and shouts louder than a man should be able-

            "GLORY TO THE FIRST MAN TO DIE!!"