Ami Arpatia wrote:
She listened to him speak about her new firearm, which was exciting her a lot. She was ready to take it and examine the weapon. The weapon, itself, looked more reliable than her own laser pistol she kept on herself at all times. She heard him finish explaining about the weapon made her want it more even with the flaws. She wanted to now examine the weapon and make sure to keep it cleaned at all times. And keep the weapon inspected for any damage least she kills herself with the weapon. Hearing the briefing of the weapon made her extremely happy as she stood there quietly.
Her eyes was widen as well as she was about to gladly take the gun from him and use it to kill her enemies with it.
The fear of killing her entire squad and herself played in her head as she said, "Yes, Sir. I will personally maintain the gun."
She nodded in respect of him from his face returning to a more gentle demeanor. Which was rare for her to see. "Thank you, Sir. I will definitely make sure to not die. Ad Victoriam!" she said in salute as she knew she didn't want to die in an instant from her own firearm. She didn't take his orders lightly either.
She smiled when she had her head patted from him knowing that she had done something good for him to do that.
As she stood there, she listened to more briefing from him. 'I won't let anyone mock you,' she thought in her head as she stood there listening to him even further. With a simple nod, she said, "Sir, yes, sir. I will make sure I will not fail this mission. For the Emperor of Mankind," she said softly as she stared at him with the highest respect.
She knew stealth from her own universe. That's how she had alluded the police many times. As a rogue once, she could easily infiltrate their compound and make sure that everything goes well. "I will do more then just burn them to the ground. I will make them fear me every time they see me come into the battlefield," she said with a slight grin on her face.
"Sir, yes, Sir! No one mocks Lord General Aleksandr!" she said as she took a sit patting a sit next to herself. She wanted him to sit down with her so they could enjoy that recaf for once without being interrupted. She felt like she belonged here and not where she came from. Her whole life she felt out of place until she was shot into this universe. And she will make sure NO ONE MOCKED HIM. That would be dishonor to herself and to him. Finally she took the weapon as she examined the weapon with careful. Definitely something she didn't want to allow to blow up in front of her face and taking her entire squad with her. She actually admired it.
She looked at Harkoth as she wasn't sure. She knew it was a plasma pistol, and by the looks of it, it had enough firepower to incinerate her enemies where they stood.
Her eyes was widen as well as she was about to gladly take the gun from him and use it to kill her enemies with it.
The fear of killing her entire squad and herself played in her head as she said, "Yes, Sir. I will personally maintain the gun."
She nodded in respect of him from his face returning to a more gentle demeanor. Which was rare for her to see. "Thank you, Sir. I will definitely make sure to not die. Ad Victoriam!" she said in salute as she knew she didn't want to die in an instant from her own firearm. She didn't take his orders lightly either.
She smiled when she had her head patted from him knowing that she had done something good for him to do that.
As she stood there, she listened to more briefing from him. 'I won't let anyone mock you,' she thought in her head as she stood there listening to him even further. With a simple nod, she said, "Sir, yes, sir. I will make sure I will not fail this mission. For the Emperor of Mankind," she said softly as she stared at him with the highest respect.
She knew stealth from her own universe. That's how she had alluded the police many times. As a rogue once, she could easily infiltrate their compound and make sure that everything goes well. "I will do more then just burn them to the ground. I will make them fear me every time they see me come into the battlefield," she said with a slight grin on her face.
"Sir, yes, Sir! No one mocks Lord General Aleksandr!" she said as she took a sit patting a sit next to herself. She wanted him to sit down with her so they could enjoy that recaf for once without being interrupted. She felt like she belonged here and not where she came from. Her whole life she felt out of place until she was shot into this universe. And she will make sure NO ONE MOCKED HIM. That would be dishonor to herself and to him. Finally she took the weapon as she examined the weapon with careful. Definitely something she didn't want to allow to blow up in front of her face and taking her entire squad with her. She actually admired it.
She looked at Harkoth as she wasn't sure. She knew it was a plasma pistol, and by the looks of it, it had enough firepower to incinerate her enemies where they stood.
" You know Arpatia "
Aleksandr paused as a servitor poured out two cups of recaf, he customarily offered her the cup first before taking his own.
" It seems only yesterday that I was a commissar on the frontlines, there battlefield is indeed a treacherous place... I have executed many a guardsman for insubordination but you... you are certainly not one of them. Sometimes they saw the deed done themselves, upon the subject of plasma weapons, one time I was crammed in a chimera with a penal unit, you know, scum... condemned to military servitude on a tyranid infested hellscape... naturally, I was put in charge of that rowdy bunch to keep discipline in check... but by the light of the astronomican, that day, someone in the armory had the ill-construed thought of providing one of those men with a plasma gun... oh... what a mistake that was, so there I was, barking commands in a chimera and I hear these blue flashes, naturally our gunner had been ripped out turret and all by a Trygon... hrn... horrible things those are... with the teeth and the claws and the mandibles... LIKE DEADLY MANTISES... CROSSED WITH A SNAKE. "

The general suddenly stood up from his chair tossing the cup in his hand, the other moving instinctively to his chainsword before he came to his senses, he probably had a flashback.
" Hr-Ahem... pardon me, sometimes the fervor returns... I did not always want a position of office, as you can see, I am more accustomed to the field of honor... anyhow, so the top half of our vehicle is missing and this guardsman, whom I ordered to use the assault bolter, props up the side and starts taking out tyranid after tyranid with his plasma rifle, I suppose the maddening rush of power got to him, but a plasma weapon is ill-suited to mass extermination, not for virtue of a lack of efficacy but the inherent danger vested in the weapon... I see the cooling ribs turn a bright white and the thing shake in his hands and scrambled out the vehicle as fast as I could... not two seconds later... an explosion what could have taken a hive block... several days later I found the back door of that chimera, strewn upon a bridge... it was a spectacular distance away from our last position... ah... the good old days... sometimes I miss being amongst the guardsmen, shortlived as most were.
He added lighting his smoking pipe

" I never quite had the time nor the luxury to inquire as to your background, the planet you hail from... what was it like ? did you know or revere the Imperial creed and how did you fare on that planet?
((meow-))
Noticing the environment, the girl raised her head and gazed around.
Noticing the environment, the girl raised her head and gazed around.
Lin Xueqing wrote:
((meow-))
Noticing the environment, the girl raised her head and gazed around.
Noticing the environment, the girl raised her head and gazed around.
HEAD !?

The general would proceed to cut a slice of cake and offer it to Lin, as a peace offering
"Yes, Lord General?"
She accepted the cup of recaf first as she took a drink of it as she sat there enjoying some rest and relaxation.
She showed horror when he told a story about one of his missions. She hoped that that didn't happen to her. War is war and anything could happen. She would never insubordinate him in any way. It would mean treason to her. Instant death without being allowed any wishes. "That must have been devastating to watch as they handed of a plasma gun to the wrong person. She was shocked when a creature ripped through one of his squad members. "Horrible...I can imagine the blood on you as they all got ripped apart but you," she said as she shook her head with some remorse.
She got up off her chair when she saw him toss his cup in the air, seeing him grab his chainsword. She was slightly scared as she stood there without saying a word.
Hearing the final bit of his story, she couldn't help to be more remorseful. "I am sorry that that happened. Perhaps I could experience the same, but make sure our men come back or alive, or I will be joining them," she said as she calmed down from what had just happened moments ago. She hoped that in reality it never happened to her. She wanted to bring her men back safely so they could have some recaf or some ale. Whichever they favor first.
She thought for a moment when she watched him pour another cup of recaf for himself.
She thought deeper as she finally said, "As you know I am not from here. I am from a alternate earth where technology was number one. Cyborgs and their cybernetics. Robots...Street racing. Running from the law," she said as she remembered her old life. "That's all I knew. I had no discipline until now, Lord General Aleksandr." She thought for a moment again. "Before being shot here somehow, I believed in nothing. Ever heard of a Atheist? They believed in technology. But Harkoth...He can keep his god, Ergo," she said as she smiled slightly. She didn't want to lose her flesh over time. "Interesting story, huh?" she asked as she looked at him as she drank more of the recaf as she sat back down to relax.
She accepted the cup of recaf first as she took a drink of it as she sat there enjoying some rest and relaxation.
She showed horror when he told a story about one of his missions. She hoped that that didn't happen to her. War is war and anything could happen. She would never insubordinate him in any way. It would mean treason to her. Instant death without being allowed any wishes. "That must have been devastating to watch as they handed of a plasma gun to the wrong person. She was shocked when a creature ripped through one of his squad members. "Horrible...I can imagine the blood on you as they all got ripped apart but you," she said as she shook her head with some remorse.
She got up off her chair when she saw him toss his cup in the air, seeing him grab his chainsword. She was slightly scared as she stood there without saying a word.
Hearing the final bit of his story, she couldn't help to be more remorseful. "I am sorry that that happened. Perhaps I could experience the same, but make sure our men come back or alive, or I will be joining them," she said as she calmed down from what had just happened moments ago. She hoped that in reality it never happened to her. She wanted to bring her men back safely so they could have some recaf or some ale. Whichever they favor first.
She thought for a moment when she watched him pour another cup of recaf for himself.
She thought deeper as she finally said, "As you know I am not from here. I am from a alternate earth where technology was number one. Cyborgs and their cybernetics. Robots...Street racing. Running from the law," she said as she remembered her old life. "That's all I knew. I had no discipline until now, Lord General Aleksandr." She thought for a moment again. "Before being shot here somehow, I believed in nothing. Ever heard of a Atheist? They believed in technology. But Harkoth...He can keep his god, Ergo," she said as she smiled slightly. She didn't want to lose her flesh over time. "Interesting story, huh?" she asked as she looked at him as she drank more of the recaf as she sat back down to relax.
((just... raised my head with my neck you know))
((i'm not papyrus))
Not getting the context, Lin received theCunning Admiral's Kept Edible cake with some confusion.
"a?"
((i'm not papyrus))
Not getting the context, Lin received the
"a?"
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
Lin Xueqing wrote:
((meow-))
Noticing the environment, the girl raised her head and gazed around.
Noticing the environment, the girl raised her head and gazed around.
HEAD !?

The general would proceed to cut a slice of cake and offer it to Lin, as a peace offering
((Getting this external link so I can view: https://i.ibb.co/Q3M7Nzfk/memed-io-output.jpg))
Tyranoth wrote:
Novellaro wrote:
Tyranoth wrote:
The_Diva wrote:
Tyranoth wrote:
I should probably say i don't really play Aleksandr in any serious capacity here, I realize you're a little emotionally overinvested in your character but that isn't a pass to soft godmode the 40k folks either.
Sorry you feel that way, perhaps refrain from interaction in the future if its a trigger.
Sorry you feel that way, perhaps refrain from interaction in the future if its a trigger.
It isnt a godmod. You are engaging. I am writing my character as she would behave. I have countless work and rps to prove it. I dont know how you think calling people heretics, less than human while threatening or suggesting decapitating a child wouldnt result in disdain.
Consequence of your actions isnt a godmod. Its called narrative. It would be godmodding for you to control my oc or the other way around. I am only responding as she would given her history and the effort put into her. I wont destroy that for you.
Your Post as follows:
"If I could play it out. It would end in the harvesting of the imperial. Again, for the third time since I have been rping. There is nothing the imperial could do to thwart or significantly delay the inevitable. Every dead marine in every iteration of that universe is in the winterwake horde. Their knowledge and tech are accessible. Along with every other multiverse in theory. They woukd be fighting many times their own universe m, their own dead since the dawn of time, and the dead of all other worlds.
But I have no interests in that rp. Wouldnt be fun. And I have done that story three times. Twice with groups that had 100 players. Times have changed, most wont accept a justified defeat. Additionally I woukd find it boring as its treading old ground.
She would never join the imperial as they are apes. In fact, your responses only prove her point thus far. If your ic was intelligent he would realize ahe isnt from your world and knows things she shouldn't. Additionally, she knows things mentioned he wouldnt know in warhammer universe. Grant it, he wouldnt know if what she is saying is true as its well above his paygrade."
I sort of rest my case, nothing further from my end.
Ixqueya is not godmodding, and the reason has nothing to do with whether she is powerful, inevitable, or cosmically superior. Godmodding is not defined by scale. It is defined by agency violation. Godmodding occurs when a writer dictates another player’s character’s actions, thoughts, outcomes, injuries, or fate without consent, or when they force narrative resolution that leaves no room for response. Ixqueya does none of this. In fact, her position explicitly avoids it. She does not declare the Imperium harvested in-play. She does not kill, enslave, or overwrite the other characters’ decisions. She does not force the scene to conclude in annihilation. Instead, she recognizes that escalation would collapse into a pre-solved apocalypse she has already played out multiple times, and she refuses to push the narrative there. That refusal is restraint, not abuse. Choosing not to execute an inevitable end-state is the opposite of godmodding.
What is being mistaken for godmodding is actually declared asymmetry plus disengagement. Ixqueya’s lore establishes that, if taken to its logical conclusion, the Imperium cannot meaningfully resist Winterwake. That premise is not sprung mid-scene. It is foundational, documented, and consistent. However, rather than forcing that premise onto the table, Ixqueya’s player explicitly states they are not interested in reenacting that outcome. They are declining the escalation precisely because it would remove meaningful play. Godmodding would be insisting on that outcome regardless of the other writer’s wishes. Ixqueya does the opposite by stepping back from it.
There is also a misunderstanding of what constitutes a valid in-character reaction within Warhammer 40k’s own lore. A Guard general, even a highly decorated one, is not privy to the Emperor’s deepest secrets. The Imperium is built on radical compartmentalization. Knowledge is treated as a liability. Even during the Great Crusade, the Emperor concealed the Webway Project from the Primarchs themselves, including Horus, because disclosure risked destabilizing competing power structures. If demigod sons and the Warmaster were kept ignorant, an Astra Militarum general is categorically outside the circle of trust for existential truths. In 40k, rank grants authority over troops, not access to metaphysical state secrets. A general knows slogans, doctrines, and approved history. They do not know the Emperor’s true nature, the full function of the Golden Throne, the metaphysical economics of souls, or the suppressed contradictions of Imperial theology. Those truths are fragmented across the Custodes, the Mechanicum, the Inquisition, and the Ecclesiarchy, often in mutually incompatible forms.
Because of this, Ixqueya knowing things she “shouldn’t” is not a violation of the setting. It is an ontological threat, which is exactly how Warhammer treats entities that do not belong to its epistemic order. A competent in-character response would be suspicion, fear, escalation, or recognition that this being does not fit Imperial taxonomies. It would not be certainty, domination, or confident dismissal. The Imperium does not function on informed understanding. It functions on ritualized ignorance. A general is trained to obey, not to adjudicate cosmic truth. From that perspective, Ixqueya’s knowledge does not break immersion. It reinforces it.
Finally, it is important to separate character behavior from player misconduct. Ixqueya refusing to submit, refusing assimilation, and refusing to join the Imperium is not godmodding. It is character consistency. Her disdain for the Imperium, her refusal to negotiate from weakness, and her recognition that escalation leads only to a resolved annihilation are all coherent with her established metaphysics. Godmodding would require her to take control of the other characters’ responses or force the apocalypse regardless of consent. She does neither. Instead, she disengages from a narrative path she finds repetitive and creatively dead. That is not a rules violation. It is an informed creative boundary.
In short, Ixqueya is not godmodding because she does not seize agency, does not force outcomes, does not resolve conflicts unilaterally, and does not deny the other writer the ability to respond. What is actually happening is a collision between incompatible power tiers and epistemologies. Labeling that discomfort as godmodding is a misuse of the term, not an accurate diagnosis of the interaction.
Based on discussions outside of this setting, I can't hold your position on the matter to be entirely objective and while I am amenable to discussing the hows and whys of this particular interaction and considering your viewpoint, it will be done outside the current context of this setting.
I understand your intention here is a logical reproach, but perhaps our understandings what constitutes godmodding and what doesn't run are contradictory, especially since there isn't a conceptual consensus on what godmodding is leaving it rather open to interpretation. Again, your reproach is entirely logical I understand from a point of character development there are certain elements vested within Ixqueya that merit the way she interacts and speaks.
But when the author behind the character, the author mind you explicitly states: " There is nothing the imperial could do to thwart or significantly delay the inevitable. " it becomes difficult to not interpret that as a gross extrapolation, I respect your view point and I respectfully differ with regards to the interpretation.
You are welcome to reach out to me via PM's if you would like to proceed, but personally I have very little motivation or desire to pursue this further.
Because they cant. Reading is hard bro. I get it. Before you assume malice maybe you should read her stuff instead of accusing her of cheating.
Now here is why you are being silly. I play a normal knight, john play goku ultra instinct. John says ooc there is no way my normal knight can win. John is right. John didnt cheat. My human knight cant stop ultra instinct goku in any universe.
So your issue is you assumed and didnt read. Attacked her character (as in her person) and then use a faulty logic to put uo a shield.
And my definition of godmodding is the universal definition. You can call a dag a monkey. Doesn't mean we will all pretend your correct despite that being your definition of a monkey.
"What's even happening here anymore?"
The_Diva wrote:
Novellaro wrote:
Tyranoth wrote:
The_Diva wrote:
Tyranoth wrote:
I should probably say i don't really play Aleksandr in any serious capacity here, I realize you're a little emotionally overinvested in your character but that isn't a pass to soft godmode the 40k folks either.
Sorry you feel that way, perhaps refrain from interaction in the future if its a trigger.
Sorry you feel that way, perhaps refrain from interaction in the future if its a trigger.
It isnt a godmod. You are engaging. I am writing my character as she would behave. I have countless work and rps to prove it. I dont know how you think calling people heretics, less than human while threatening or suggesting decapitating a child wouldnt result in disdain.
Consequence of your actions isnt a godmod. Its called narrative. It would be godmodding for you to control my oc or the other way around. I am only responding as she would given her history and the effort put into her. I wont destroy that for you.
Your Post as follows:
"If I could play it out. It would end in the harvesting of the imperial. Again, for the third time since I have been rping. There is nothing the imperial could do to thwart or significantly delay the inevitable. Every dead marine in every iteration of that universe is in the winterwake horde. Their knowledge and tech are accessible. Along with every other multiverse in theory. They woukd be fighting many times their own universe m, their own dead since the dawn of time, and the dead of all other worlds.
But I have no interests in that rp. Wouldnt be fun. And I have done that story three times. Twice with groups that had 100 players. Times have changed, most wont accept a justified defeat. Additionally I woukd find it boring as its treading old ground.
She would never join the imperial as they are apes. In fact, your responses only prove her point thus far. If your ic was intelligent he would realize ahe isnt from your world and knows things she shouldn't. Additionally, she knows things mentioned he wouldnt know in warhammer universe. Grant it, he wouldnt know if what she is saying is true as its well above his paygrade."
I sort of rest my case, nothing further from my end.
Ixqueya is not godmodding, and the reason has nothing to do with whether she is powerful, inevitable, or cosmically superior. Godmodding is not defined by scale. It is defined by agency violation. Godmodding occurs when a writer dictates another player’s character’s actions, thoughts, outcomes, injuries, or fate without consent, or when they force narrative resolution that leaves no room for response. Ixqueya does none of this. In fact, her position explicitly avoids it. She does not declare the Imperium harvested in-play. She does not kill, enslave, or overwrite the other characters’ decisions. She does not force the scene to conclude in annihilation. Instead, she recognizes that escalation would collapse into a pre-solved apocalypse she has already played out multiple times, and she refuses to push the narrative there. That refusal is restraint, not abuse. Choosing not to execute an inevitable end-state is the opposite of godmodding.
What is being mistaken for godmodding is actually declared asymmetry plus disengagement. Ixqueya’s lore establishes that, if taken to its logical conclusion, the Imperium cannot meaningfully resist Winterwake. That premise is not sprung mid-scene. It is foundational, documented, and consistent. However, rather than forcing that premise onto the table, Ixqueya’s player explicitly states they are not interested in reenacting that outcome. They are declining the escalation precisely because it would remove meaningful play. Godmodding would be insisting on that outcome regardless of the other writer’s wishes. Ixqueya does the opposite by stepping back from it.
There is also a misunderstanding of what constitutes a valid in-character reaction within Warhammer 40k’s own lore. A Guard general, even a highly decorated one, is not privy to the Emperor’s deepest secrets. The Imperium is built on radical compartmentalization. Knowledge is treated as a liability. Even during the Great Crusade, the Emperor concealed the Webway Project from the Primarchs themselves, including Horus, because disclosure risked destabilizing competing power structures. If demigod sons and the Warmaster were kept ignorant, an Astra Militarum general is categorically outside the circle of trust for existential truths. In 40k, rank grants authority over troops, not access to metaphysical state secrets. A general knows slogans, doctrines, and approved history. They do not know the Emperor’s true nature, the full function of the Golden Throne, the metaphysical economics of souls, or the suppressed contradictions of Imperial theology. Those truths are fragmented across the Custodes, the Mechanicum, the Inquisition, and the Ecclesiarchy, often in mutually incompatible forms.
Because of this, Ixqueya knowing things she “shouldn’t” is not a violation of the setting. It is an ontological threat, which is exactly how Warhammer treats entities that do not belong to its epistemic order. A competent in-character response would be suspicion, fear, escalation, or recognition that this being does not fit Imperial taxonomies. It would not be certainty, domination, or confident dismissal. The Imperium does not function on informed understanding. It functions on ritualized ignorance. A general is trained to obey, not to adjudicate cosmic truth. From that perspective, Ixqueya’s knowledge does not break immersion. It reinforces it.
Finally, it is important to separate character behavior from player misconduct. Ixqueya refusing to submit, refusing assimilation, and refusing to join the Imperium is not godmodding. It is character consistency. Her disdain for the Imperium, her refusal to negotiate from weakness, and her recognition that escalation leads only to a resolved annihilation are all coherent with her established metaphysics. Godmodding would require her to take control of the other characters’ responses or force the apocalypse regardless of consent. She does neither. Instead, she disengages from a narrative path she finds repetitive and creatively dead. That is not a rules violation. It is an informed creative boundary.
In short, Ixqueya is not godmodding because she does not seize agency, does not force outcomes, does not resolve conflicts unilaterally, and does not deny the other writer the ability to respond. What is actually happening is a collision between incompatible power tiers and epistemologies. Labeling that discomfort as godmodding is a misuse of the term, not an accurate diagnosis of the interaction.
Let it go. I dont expect them to read my sheet or my lore tbf. And everyone knows it isnt. They mispoke. I am not familiar with Warhammer to comment on that point nor do I care to. Not to fandom, not my space. So let's just move on its all done. Thank you for your input.
Nah. He is still going on and is now insulting my intelligence.
I mean, yeah he is being silly. You cant expect someone to read your work. Its easier to assume and brand people then it is to do a cautionary exploration.
Everyone knows me refusing to go down the wearing a collar and the consequences of that isnt godmodding. I would just block him. Easier that way. He isnt worth the effort. Your post intelligently and calmly broke down why in no universe can he be correct besides the one he fabricated in his mind. He is fighting ghosts. I have no interest in defending myself from someone's false reality they built. I refused to do his rp. He is mad and accuse me of godmodding. Its clear and cut. Move on. Thank you. No godmodder refuses to go down a path. The refusal is irrefutable evidence I wasn't godmodding.
Everyone knows me refusing to go down the wearing a collar and the consequences of that isnt godmodding. I would just block him. Easier that way. He isnt worth the effort. Your post intelligently and calmly broke down why in no universe can he be correct besides the one he fabricated in his mind. He is fighting ghosts. I have no interest in defending myself from someone's false reality they built. I refused to do his rp. He is mad and accuse me of godmodding. Its clear and cut. Move on. Thank you. No godmodder refuses to go down a path. The refusal is irrefutable evidence I wasn't godmodding.
Ami Arpatia wrote:
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
Lin Xueqing wrote:
((meow-))
Noticing the environment, the girl raised her head and gazed around.
Noticing the environment, the girl raised her head and gazed around.
HEAD !?

The general would proceed to cut a slice of cake and offer it to Lin, as a peace offering
" Ofcourse... ahem... ofcourse... apologies Sergeant... heat of the moment as they say. "
Oh, nevermind. I read his response had to unblock him. Yeah, he is an ass. I can see why now. You gave him the benefit of the doubt and was calm. He just spit on your face.
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
Ami Arpatia wrote:
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
Lin Xueqing wrote:
((meow-))
Noticing the environment, the girl raised her head and gazed around.
Noticing the environment, the girl raised her head and gazed around.
HEAD !?

The general would proceed to cut a slice of cake and offer it to Lin, as a peace offering
" Ofcourse... ahem... ofcourse... apologies Sergeant... heat of the moment as they say. "
He is trying to play the victim now. I was trying to be civil and understanding. But you are right. Ignore him. He doesnt even know Warhammer at all. A general wouldnt cut the head off a child. Not unless they met a few conditions like gene stealing or heresy. They would have another do it. Its below them. His general wouldnt know hakf the events you wrote. Not that he would know that. He doesnt know Warhammer 40k. He likes the visuals only and then uses the fandom he is butchering as a shield and hammer against you. Its the only reason it is relevant.
Why cant people respect the works of others with fandoms? Why do they feel the need to steal it and twist it with 0 regards for the lore and passion that went into the universe? How hard is it to follow the basics man? Triggers me. Not all fandom rpers do this. Gives them a bad name.
Why cant people respect the works of others with fandoms? Why do they feel the need to steal it and twist it with 0 regards for the lore and passion that went into the universe? How hard is it to follow the basics man? Triggers me. Not all fandom rpers do this. Gives them a bad name.
((Okay now I have to ask what in the butterscotch pie happened...))
((Your replies are filling Cream's RAM and her nokia doesn't feel good.))
((Your replies are filling Cream's RAM and her nokia doesn't feel good.))
Lin Xueqing wrote:
((Okay now I have to ask what in the butterscotch pie happened...))
((Your replies are filling Cream's RAM and her nokia doesn't feel good.))
((Your replies are filling Cream's RAM and her nokia doesn't feel good.))
General doesnt know what godmodding is. Accused me of not wanting to have my oc collared by his and called a witch/subhuman and mentioning how things woukd go down ic if it occured, but mentioned it ooc was godmodding. I refused his godmodding and so he accused my refusal to play or go down the path he wanted to be godmodding. Novellaro had a good post on it. Better than I could do. His first post on the incident.
It just seems general doesnt know what godmodding is. And branded me with it as a defense for some reason.
Shrugs
Thats the gist of it cutting through all the fat.
Ami Arpatia wrote:
"Yes, Lord General?"
She accepted the cup of recaf first as she took a drink of it as she sat there enjoying some rest and relaxation.
She showed horror when he told a story about one of his missions. She hoped that that didn't happen to her. War is war and anything could happen. She would never insubordinate him in any way. It would mean treason to her. Instant death without being allowed any wishes. "That must have been devastating to watch as they handed of a plasma gun to the wrong person. She was shocked when a creature ripped through one of his squad members. "Horrible...I can imagine the blood on you as they all got ripped apart but you," she said as she shook her head with some remorse.
She got up off her chair when she saw him toss his cup in the air, seeing him grab his chainsword. She was slightly scared as she stood there without saying a word.
Hearing the final bit of his story, she couldn't help to be more remorseful. "I am sorry that that happened. Perhaps I could experience the same, but make sure our men come back or alive, or I will be joining them," she said as she calmed down from what had just happened moments ago. She hoped that in reality it never happened to her. She wanted to bring her men back safely so they could have some recaf or some ale. Whichever they favor first.
She thought for a moment when she watched him pour another cup of recaf for himself.
She thought deeper as she finally said, "As you know I am not from here. I am from a alternate earth where technology was number one. Cyborgs and their cybernetics. Robots...Street racing. Running from the law," she said as she remembered her old life. "That's all I knew. I had no discipline until now, Lord General Aleksandr." She thought for a moment again. "Before being shot here somehow, I believed in nothing. Ever heard of a Atheist? They believed in technology. But Harkoth...He can keep his god, Ergo," she said as she smiled slightly. She didn't want to lose her flesh over time. "Interesting story, huh?" she asked as she looked at him as she drank more of the recaf as she sat back down to relax.
She accepted the cup of recaf first as she took a drink of it as she sat there enjoying some rest and relaxation.
She showed horror when he told a story about one of his missions. She hoped that that didn't happen to her. War is war and anything could happen. She would never insubordinate him in any way. It would mean treason to her. Instant death without being allowed any wishes. "That must have been devastating to watch as they handed of a plasma gun to the wrong person. She was shocked when a creature ripped through one of his squad members. "Horrible...I can imagine the blood on you as they all got ripped apart but you," she said as she shook her head with some remorse.
She got up off her chair when she saw him toss his cup in the air, seeing him grab his chainsword. She was slightly scared as she stood there without saying a word.
Hearing the final bit of his story, she couldn't help to be more remorseful. "I am sorry that that happened. Perhaps I could experience the same, but make sure our men come back or alive, or I will be joining them," she said as she calmed down from what had just happened moments ago. She hoped that in reality it never happened to her. She wanted to bring her men back safely so they could have some recaf or some ale. Whichever they favor first.
She thought for a moment when she watched him pour another cup of recaf for himself.
She thought deeper as she finally said, "As you know I am not from here. I am from a alternate earth where technology was number one. Cyborgs and their cybernetics. Robots...Street racing. Running from the law," she said as she remembered her old life. "That's all I knew. I had no discipline until now, Lord General Aleksandr." She thought for a moment again. "Before being shot here somehow, I believed in nothing. Ever heard of a Atheist? They believed in technology. But Harkoth...He can keep his god, Ergo," she said as she smiled slightly. She didn't want to lose her flesh over time. "Interesting story, huh?" she asked as she looked at him as she drank more of the recaf as she sat back down to relax.
Admittedly, the Sergeant's story spurned a bit of curiosity, he listened intently to the sergeant, sipping recaf in between her speaking.
" Your situation and world reminds me vaguely of an imperial world called Necromunda. Such places are ruthless, but indeed they can raise the most resourceful warriors, even more commendable then that you chose to join the Imperial Guard of your own accord. It is... It is indeed an interesting story, though naturally you'll have far more interesting stories with each battle survived. Hrmph... Imperial records are scant on such matters but I do maintain a personal library of sorts over which I am given sanction, Ministorum permitting ofcourse, it would suffice to say I have had a privilege of exposure very few individuals have enjoyed over the course of our history but even then, humanity's sagas are so boundless that I doubt several lifetimes would suffice to know it all and we are but one of several countless civilizations across the cosmos, the ebb and flow of it all is bewildering. "
He shot a disciplining glance to Arpatia, light-hearted but reminding her of her station
" That is Lord Harkoth to you, Guardswoman. The workings of the Adeptus Mechanicus, his faction, are an enigma to us, though we have the good fortune of their support for the most part, aeons ago, the peoples of earth and mars forged a pact, having seen the calamities on earth and what was wrought by the hubris of mortal ambition, I do not fault them for wanting to trade flesh... but perfection is truly a myth guardswoman, a false destination... it is not something to be achieved but strived for, in perpetuity and with discretion, consider your plasma pistol, a capable weapon, but only in tempered hands, those who abuse it will see their undoing and those who do not use it, will meet the same fate, as with all things the principal virtue is temperance... for that you train more than your trigger finger hrahah... but the Magos is a well-respected precisely logical being... he does not speak in sentiments, he speaks in absolutes... we have our differences, but I respect him... and I would die alongside him, if only to honor what they have done for us... that plasma pistol in your hands, the engineering of it, the craft of it, consumed hundreds of lifetimes... it is not my work, it is the work of those like Harkoth whose labor upon forge worlds is tireless... by the Emperor, I have seen them give new limbs and return lives... if you were gravely wounded upon a battlefield Arpatia... the only thing between you and oblivion would be a tech-priest... Harkoth... for lack of a better word, is a friend and an ally, we will extend him such courtesy... for we are professionals, the astra militarum is a time honored institute...
He paused looking back at Arpatia
" Do you realize how many imperial citizens you will inspire, do you ever stop to look at the young girl in the crowd that points at you and sees a future for herself, you are the Imperium's hope... always portray yourself as such... we are all flawed truly though we must strive to present an edifice... for if we portray strength, they grow stronger and if we are weak, then they grow weaker... it is the faith of the many, that is equally as strong as our guns and forges. "
He nodded.
" Perhaps one day there will be more from your world who will join the guard, I hope you live to see the day to command them... and who knows... it might be you who becomes Lord General... afterall... I was but a lowly and somewhat mad Commissar condemned to the command of the penal legion. "
There was a subtle pause, Aleksandr seemed to be in deep... deep thought... sipping on the recaf, before he abruptly turned to Arpatia.
" And never let them mock you or your superiors, that's how it all starts... a little quip... next week... stolen rations... next week somebody forgot to fuel the Tauros... next week half the regimental charge-packs are missing because an insubordinate smuggled them off to a hive gang... and before you know it.. you have mutant genestealers in your own ranks ! you must always remember never to forego the act of mockery Arpatia... you will see to it that I am not mocked... atleast... atleast threaten them. Have you ever looked at a mutant gene-stealer xeno cultist in the eyes... they have scales instead of hair ! big thick gnarly scales ! and fangs... and the beady green eyes... very vicious and demented... hrn... I hate tyranids... and you will too once you meet them. "
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