Warhammer 40,000 - The Last Crusade

0

    In the bleak, shadowy future of the 41st Millennium - there is only war.

    Mankind, under their unifying faith in the God Emperor, who, long ago, sacrificed Himself for the preservation of Man, is beset by the perils of a galaxy at war. The Emperor, immobile, inanimate and interred within the Golden Throne, burns a beacon of light through the empyrean sea, guiding His mighty Imperial war hosts through the Warp - the only route through the stars - via the daily sacrifice of a thousand souls.

    The forces of man, the men and women of the Imperial Guard and the Inquisition, and the faithful servants of the Adeptus Astartes and Adeptus Mechanicus - to name a few, constitute His inexhaustible armies in their eternal march against the malevolent forces of cunning, powerful Xenos, mutant hordes, traitors and Warp-spawn that threaten the Imperium of Man.

    Though with their mighty war machine and enduring faith, Mankind is little more than a torch light in the distance against the looming shadows of infinite evil.

    To be a Human in this dark millennium is to be one of countless billions. It is to survive in a savage, unforgiving galaxy under the regime of a fascist, totalitarian state that will not hesitate to put entire planets, even entire star systems to the flame.

    Cast away your pleas for mercy and protection, for they are fruitless and unimportant. Cast away your hope for progress and understanding, for these have been forgotten long ago. Cast away your faith in the God-Emperor, and forever be damned to an eternity of endless suffering.

    In the disparity and carnage of the 41st Millennium, there can never be peace, only an existence shadowed by the schemes of dark unholy Gods and tales of monstrous genocide - for in the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.

(Read on, and don't forget to Vote, Comment, Add to your reading list, and or Follow me if you like it! Thanks, I really appreciate it!)