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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:Team Time Machine https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCYubfl0844
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"[b posted:The Alliance - 18[/b]"]  Team Loki - 4 "Loki's done right by us so far." Hexen Waci Not Alex RA Rx  Team WTF -3 "I don't know! I didn't read the updates for ages! Stop asking me questions!" Tomn outrail thecog  Team Queen Ohone - 2 "We will drag humanity into a new golden age ourselves, kicking and screaming." sullat grognan  Team Dark Apotheosis -1 "We will become the God of this new world and cast down any and all who threaten us." Arkanomen  Team Chaos - 1 "The Warp shall be our plaything and we shall reign supreme over all creation." Viva Miriya  Team Q - 1 "You can't have fun without humans but that doesn't mean you can't have fun with humans." Gwaihir  Team Devries -1 "13th dimension classgame play by clones and ran by a 14th dimension mastermind. All false clue leads to nuke." Nyaa  Team Murder the Chaos Gods and Topple Their Skull Thrones - 1 "Murder the Chaos Gods and Topple Their Skull Thrones" paragon1  Team Time Machine - 1 "Let's do it right this time." Swedish Thaumocracy Loel fucked around with this message at 08:07 on May 17, 2016 |
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joining team wtf officially Pretend for an instant I haven't been following the thread since... We traveled through time to save everyone and fabyan was a saint and we went to a pleasure resort planet where there was an eldar thingamajig? I will be voting based on that knowledge so...
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May 17, 2016 06:34
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so, what, is future!feral!Ohone gonna go bathe in stem cells or smth, because honey, we are almost entirely machine, and so, presumably, are you.
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May 17, 2016 06:39
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TheCog posted:joining team wtf officially FYI. We entered the warp shortly after that and never came out. The last several months of updates have been a warp induced hallucination.
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May 17, 2016 06:40
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Certainly more plausible than the God-Emperor being Horus and then ascending! 
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May 17, 2016 06:45
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We bit Horus' finger off and fell into Mount Doom
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May 17, 2016 06:47
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Hexenritter posted:We bit Horus' finger off and fell into Mount Doom Wonder what the stats are, a relic like that.
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May 17, 2016 06:48
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You know what the best part about all this is? Angron's headache finally went away. 
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May 17, 2016 07:01
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Current: 466,750 The ‘Event’, as it became to be known, was actually praised quite a bit by the scribes. A million worlds, dozens of millennia of recorded history, schisms, purges, reeducation, changing histories to fit this or that. Some calendars were based on weather, some on the reign of local kings, some of the tides of starfish. It made any kind of research incredibly difficult, as simply determining whether something happened in the same century required months or years of work. The Event was called any number of things, of course - before/after Golgotha, before/after Terra, the Dying Times, the Famines, the Day the Stars Died. This itself was a range of dates - the food ships, the ones that were nearby, still arrived to the Hives. Many planets only noticed the change when the Black Ships stopped arriving for Tithes, when Crusades were no longer called. When the WAAUGHS stopped. For a handful of planets, things actually improved. More importantly to the scribes, though, nearly every planet reset their calendar based on the impact of the event. Local governments were wrecked by the changes, Hives burned and starved and fell, civil war on nearly every world. But nearly everyone agreed, there was a Before, and there was an After. It might vary by a year or two, Terran time, but on a galactic scale, the calendars nearly universalized. It rather made digging through the ruins that occurred later that much easier.
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May 17, 2016 07:07
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I wonder what the geologic strata is gonna look like in a few thousand years on these planets. I'm trying to think of something on par with the iridium layer from the K/T event.
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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1iomHDQSw94M3X8mI3CSFOJO1rJibVW7AXK5Y-xoslqo/edit Updated the timeline a bit.
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May 17, 2016 08:03
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Can we get a slice of life focused on the Governor of a forge/hive world waiting for food shipments to arrive?
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May 17, 2016 08:23
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Current: 466,993 Armageddon Yarrick glared. “Want to run that by me again?” The Black Templar scout shifted nervously, if that was a description that could be said of a Space Marine. “Commissar, the first wave of ships have left for Golgotha. Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka,” he spoke the strange pronunciation with the ease of long practice, a common trait on the people of Armageddon “And most of his forces are following the WAAAGH there…” “Yes, I got that. The part where all other ships can’t leave.” “Yes, Commissar. The Astronomicon… has stopped. No ships are leaving.” He growled. “You are aware of the orders from Terra? All ships, no exceptions.” “The Admirals understand that Commissar, but can’t leave safely. It would take centuries to micro jump there. They want to wait until the warp-storm passes.” “Bah. The seers say when that is?” “Nothing intelligible.” “Bah. Psykers.” He gestured with his great cybernetic claw. “You let me know first thing.” “Yes, Commissar.”
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Current: 467,154 Armageddon The Commissar's scream was almost Ork-like in its rage. “Six months!” “Yes, Commissar.” “Six months! No ship has left, none has arrived. When will this cursed Warp Storm end?” “The seers have no explanation, Commissar. Many have committed suicide.” He grunted sourly. “Probably because they saw what I was going to do with them.” “Regardless, the leaders of the Hives want you to assume emergency command. Food stocks are running low, and they believe that a public hero such as yourself can ride out the worst of it.” “Bah.” He waved the oversized lobster claw. “I needed something to do anyway. Bring me the scribes, the servo skulls, and all the rest. I’ll be your Overlord.” His one eye glared balefully. “Until the storm ends, and not one day further.” “Yes, Commissar. The council will be pleased.”
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Current: 467,297 Yarrick rubbed his face tiredly. “Right, we have more industrial capacity than a dozen Forge Worlds. But it relies on imports from the neighboring systems. Aggro worlds, mining worlds and such.” “Correct.” “Well. With all the Orks gone to Golgotha,” his voice had a brief moment of envy, if dulled by time. “We don’t need to use as much industry, nor does it need to be focused on the war effort.” “Sire, our tithes…” “Haven’t heard a thing in nearly a year, right? No ships, no contact. We are going to assume Age of Strife rules.” At the scribe’s face, he continued. “Look, I’ll write a waiver if you are so concerned.” “Yes, Overlord.” His tone was flooded with relief. “That would help tremendously.” “Okay. So. We are going to command economy the poo poo out of this.” “My lord?” “Yup.” Yarrick’s voice was firm, confident. “Take … 80, 90% of the labor off the military factories.” A wave of shock hit the table like a hurricane. One of the scribes even short-circuited, had to be restarted with a battery. “The depression…” “The unemployment…” “Riots…” “Right, shut up, all of you. Turn off the factories. Mm… we’ll need some extra security forces, but they can use the surplus now that we aren’t shipping anything. We’re going to knock down a bunch of walls, rearrange the machines. Talk to the Tech-Priests. I need the war-factories shifted to aggro-tech, as soon as possible.” “It will take decades to placate the machine-spirits…” “Tell them to talk faster, or I’ll find Magi who will.” Winces, but nods. “It will be done.” “drat right.”
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Current: 467,570 The Overlord tapped his breast pocket, pulled out a cigar. Chuckled. “Sire?” Yarrick held it up. “Last cigar on Armageddon. Last one in the galaxy, maybe.” Some of the scribes looked at it enviously, but said nothing. The last of the nicotine withdrawals had wracked the Hives months ago. He lit it thoughtfully, puffed. “The right occasion for it, though.” Before them, half a hive had been gutted, leveled, rebuilt. Millions died in the rush project, and the riots, but it had gotten built. Enough food for a continent - at least on normal worlds. Here, it fed the local Hive, and that was all. A dozen, two dozen other places on the globe, similar projects had taken place. “How we looking on food projections?” He knew the answer, but it was nice to hear it anyway.” “The winter shook us up. Deaths were an order of magnitude higher than normal - important medical supplies not arriving, distribution networks damaged from riots, and so forth. They seem to be settling down into the normal summer rates though.” “Excellent. And the orbitals?” One of them had just dotted the local star, dimming the sky slightly. “The Space Marines have been more helpful than we expected. A lot of their ships have formed the base platforms for additional food producers, and we’re using a lot of our ordinance to form Orions, get additional material up there.” “Lot of skyscrapers left over.” Yarrick grunted. “Yes, Overlord.” It was true. Thousands of them dotted the world, gutted by fire, war, or decay. Not even the most recent struggles, either, the last century of conflict had ravaged things. At least now the metal was being put to use. “How are things overall?” Again, he knew the answer, but wanted to be sure. “We aren’t sustainable yet Overlord. Trillions of people, after all.” “Mm.” Yarrick puffed the last cigar thoughtfully, looking over the changing Hive.
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Current: 467,890 Armageddon held it together longer than most. They had immense industry and were comfortable with the exigencies of war. They had a strong and capable leader widely respected, who had held command of the planet before, and who had spent half his life there. His stopgap measures had saved the lives of hundreds of billions of people. And then he died. He was old when the wars began, pulled out of retirement to fight the Orks. He had worked himself at an inhuman rate from then on, always on the front lines, losing an arm, being captured, escaping, and then made Overlord. It was a wonder he had lasted as long as he had. When he died, the fragile tower of cards he had built crumbled away. Every leader of every Hive thought they should be the new Overlord, bringing the limited resources to their own people. A few brief incidents of sabotage, to show that other leaders were weak and they were not, shattered the unstable food logistics that Yarrick had built. The food riots that resulted were worse than the previous three Wars of Armageddon.
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Current: 468,077 “Oh hey, I caught something!” “Nice! What is it?” The two figures looked at what had caught in their snare - an angry biped, scratching and hissing. “A mutie! Haha, yes!” “Don’t usually see them come up this far. Sunlight messes them up something fierce.” “Must have come up over the night. Hah, can’t even handle a little light, stupid mutie.” “Mom’ll be happy. Don’t usually get meat.” “Yeah, she’s so focused on her gardens.” She rolled her eyes. “Says everything tastes weird. Whatever mom, it tastes fine.” He hefted his spear. “Well, time to go.” The blade cut the figure in the throat.
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Current: 468,183 The figures bowed. “Yark.” “Yark.” Despot of the local block by virtue of his skill with the claw, and the handful of lasguns his bodyguards possessed, he controlled tens of thousands of people. The famine times of his childhood were gone, as were the tales of his parents - of giants, and orks, and eternal war. Not that the wars had changed much - the other warlords in nearby blocks were always sniffing for weakness - but the rest, things weren’t so bad. He never went hungry, and most of the time, neither did his people. During a short harvest, he would just rally up his warband, the last few dozen diesel vehicles that worked in cubic kilometers, and steal from his neighbors. It was a constant balance, needing to preserve the pools of oil that were the secrets of his Dynasty, needing to feed the dregs that served him and made him Yark. And when he made a mistake, they would pull him down and eat him, as he had done to the previous Yark. So it goes.
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Slice of Life: Lord Vyrmire, Family Representative and System Governor General. Location: Daynes World The once-corpulent Lord glowered down at the distant plumes of smoke from faraway cities and settlements. On a beautifully ornamented table nearby, beside a crystal decanter that used to hold 600 year old amasec were reports from across this once-glittering jewel of the Dynasty. Reports that had this planet a hair's breadth from outright rebellion. "Expand execution to include any and all criminal, dissident and unlawful acts, including misdemeanours. Let's invent a few new ones too. Execution will be by strangulation, and followed by reclamation. Let the unruly feed those who remain steadfast." His chief advisors looked at him with horror. "And let's include disapproval of lordly decrees in that new list." He smiled. It never reached his eyes.
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May 17, 2016 09:33
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And THATS what you get with a leader who isnt universally loved and is also sane 
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May 17, 2016 09:35
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I wonder what year it'll be when Ohone comes home from Terminus Camp.
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Current: 468,362 Hive worlds had one kind of problem. Pleasure planets, another. Lots of resources needed for agriculture. Great atmosphere. Wide open places. Usually a small fleet for recreational fishing. The potential for survival is all there, except for a few small problems. One, while there is a hierarchy of power (guests over servants), the guests themselves could be … territorial. Two, the guests could be, and often were, idiots. Even the competent ones, field officers or church officials or what have you, weren’t competent in the fields necessary. Sure, a good officer could get supplies from A to B, and church officials might be good with people - but the supplies came prepackaged from ships that came from … somewhere. So, you had thousands of the uber-wealthy and powerful, and the hundreds of thousands dedicated to serving them. The aristocratic class were used to a certain standard of living, and pleasure planets tended to be pretty well stocked. Which meant … the party kept going after the Astronomicon went out. For a year or two. A small percentage of people - ones who could see a crash as it was about to happen - bailed. The easiest method was the fishing boats. You could keep moving, keep supplied. A seafood only diet wasn’t ideal, but it kept you away from other people, and there were actually a decent number of sailors on the planet. Eventually they tended to turn into a piracy based naval nation, but we’ll come back to that later. Thousands of the uber-wealthy, their many thousands of servants. Keeping things low-key is a priority, so maybe the staff doesn’t tell the guests about the slowly emptying cabinets. Or, maybe, they start stockpiling extras in their homes, while the party keeps going. Cabinets start going empty, servants stop showing up to work. The last people to know wearily look up at their empty guest-palaces, hungover, drugs run out, food nowhere to be found. What happens next? Loel fucked around with this message at 10:04 on May 17, 2016 |
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May 17, 2016 09:58
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Current: 468,689 Turns out entitled people without useful skills tend to get killed. The early days, the fops and richly naive, simply went to the outskirt neighborhoods where the servants lived. Demanded food, supplies, a return to the way things were. They thought the servant class were hiding things (which was true, but not nearly to the extent that it was thought). The local military forces took sides. Some had local families, other expected the Warp storm to end any day now. Bodies started being left in the street. The military and the church officials tried to establish themselves in the rapidly shifting new world. Political games, sure, but also charisma, people who know people, useful knowledge about logistics, public health, group psychology. Some were more successful than others. Sometimes it was a matter of being more violent, sometimes it was just saying ‘hey, this is an emergency, here’s what we can do.’ And sometimes one method might work where the other didn’t, and sometimes neither did at all. The armies of servants who made a Paradise world work lived with each other, worked with each other. Sometimes they simply didn’t help an obvious outworlder, and sometimes neighborhoods worked together to hunt them down, blaming them for what had happened. At around this stage, people start to figure out that things aren’t going to get better. The fishing boats are missing, most every cabinet is empty, medicine is running low, there’s already been gang battles and hostile police and factions trying to survive. A lot of paranoia, that someone has the food, and you just need to find it. The rare occasion of actually finding some only increased this hostility.
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Current: 468,972 And this, of course, is when the famine kicks off. There is no food on land, anywhere. Everything has been eaten. On a few Paradise worlds, there might be orchards or farms for rare goods - those might have been converted over, if the knowledge and seedbase happened to be there. If so, they’ve been turned into fortresses, as anyone with weapons claimed the land and began setting up a feudal state. Most Paradise worlds don’t have them, though. The local biosphere might not be fit for humans, or the weather isn’t right, or whatever. There might be a few sad tries at it, using offworld seeds grabbed from banquet tables, but completely different biochemistry branches means it’s unlikely. The hungry masses start eating the zoos, the exotic animals. Then its pets or annoying neighbors. And then it gets really bad. Different groups organize - military, or church, or by neighborhood. Using exotic vehicles that were formerly guest only, you begin to see roving convoys of cannibals, riding luxury cars. Using gilded, antique, heirloom weapons. Those that aren’t mobile get eaten by those who are. And then the various gangs begin attacking each other, or themselves. There is no food, but the rumble of a distant engine means there could be very shortly. In a few months, or years, the fishing boats might send scouts back. They’ve listened to radios, assuming their boats have survived, using fusion for fuel, survived the storms and restricted diet and personal drama. They find only empty, burned out cities, and the occasional bones, cooked and gnawed on by human teeth.
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May 17, 2016 10:18
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If you liked this story, check out http://www.amazon.com/Dies-Fire-S-M-Stirling/dp/0451459792?ie=UTF8&qid=&ref_=tmm_hrd_swatch_0&sr=
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LowellDND posted:If you liked this story, check out http://www.amazon.com/Dies-Fire-S-M-Stirling/dp/0451459792?ie=UTF8&qid=&ref_=tmm_hrd_swatch_0&sr= Too sappy, not enough grim dark, and he stole the premise from a fantasy book titled Ariel where a human companion screws up a great gig with a unicorn by having sex with a woman  Ariel AmyL fucked around with this message at 11:20 on May 17, 2016 |
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AmyL posted:Too sappy, not enough grim dark, and he stole the premise from a fantasy book titled Ariel where a human companion screws up a great gig with a unicorn by having sex with a woman Literally 99% of humanity dies by famine in the first few chapters equally sappy: 
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LowellDND posted:Literally 99% of humanity dies by famine in the first few chapters Yes because they lived happily ever after! After they died but still, the point is they got off too easy.
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LowellDND posted:Literally 99% of humanity dies by famine in the first few chapters Yup that's pretty sappy! 
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Ok, I'm leaving team Loki for now. Destroying the warp is cool, but maybe not wuping out all the major power players and RealThena. Anyone want to start a team RealThena together as long as she promises to be a more attentive waifu than LokiThena? I think the existence of all these Tjeans has really fragmented Marsfed and Catgirl. The Stand? Ugh, I'm a conservative Christian. But the Stand is so full of propagit of so many types. RA Rx fucked around with this message at 12:46 on May 17, 2016 |
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May 17, 2016 12:15
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Is Kreig going to starve, mellow out or endure? I don't know if they import food or armaments. Catachan?
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LowellDND posted:And THATS what you get with a leader who isnt universally loved and is also sane He did better than Yarrick's house of cards. And if he waited that long he must have preferred to be nice, right? Though to be fair, if Yarrick hadn't hosed up by dying and not predicting his death he could've salvaged that too, most likely. But really, he did so well and yet he failed almost completely... He really, really should've found a way to decrease the population some way or another, whether by execution or gene plague or whatever. I really appreciate him being nice, but a ruler must be successful to be altruistic as widely as possible. So, are the ships next? Trade goods are going to be difficult now, but ships should do all right trading with each other and gathering resources by salvage and raiding parties. RA Rx fucked around with this message at 13:08 on May 17, 2016 |
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Well...that's some motivation to start putting things back together...
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If pleasure worlds are failing... Then Sleenasha is next. 
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poor life choice posted:Is Kreig going to starve, mellow out or endure? I don't know if they import food or armaments. Kreig won't even notice anything is different, just a slow century in off-world conflict.
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Waking up to 50 new posts in this thread is the best. I don't think we're realistically going to be able to do anything to combat the widespread Mad Max-ening of the Imperium, the scale is just way way way too off. Our only hope is starting somewhere stable (Ultramar) and re-building with a solid base. The certainty Athena has about the real Emperor being dead is pretty disheartening, but wasn't one of his things was a soul strong enough to chain re-incarnate? I just sorta assumed that's what he was doing before humanity got to the tech level where rejuvenation/immortality was a thing. Gwaihir fucked around with this message at 16:55 on May 17, 2016 |
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May 17, 2016 16:52
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That was wonderful, thankyou. Gave me so. Withing to think about on today's 36 hour commute.
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Side note, I think Lowell did a really good job at characterizing the Athena shard Loki took over as getting the glib or capricious parts of a personality vs the other shards we've interacted with (Mainly this one and Inquisitor/Grey Knights version) being left with the far more serious face/sober aspects.
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