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Just a random guy, doing random things. Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.

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@ShadowVentus
Not really. Although I'd recommend high power over low power. The God Emperor, Superman, Doomsday and Asura are all characters in this.
@Punished Homura
So you're not playing then? ^_^
Still waiting on Gojira and Ryu.......
@Wraithblade6@Snarfulblast@ShadowVentus@supertinyking
((Kay, officially moving on without Light and Stephanie now))
New enemies appeared from nothing, the foul Necron emerging from their twisted Webway. Valentus was not sufficiently well versed on the Necron to grasp the importance of this particular Necron Lord, but he recognized the threat his guard posed. And even as they charged him, he focused his full efforts on them. He fired his Storm Bolter at the advancing soldiers as they closed the distance, Bolter rounds slamming into their bodies, only to deal relatively little damage. It would take a more heavy-duty weapon to take down the Necron, and Valentus knew just what was required.

The first Wraith arrived next to Valentus, a massive creature of twisted necrodermis and scientific abomination. It's claws swung towards Valentus, the blades phasing through multiple dimensions in order to inflict maximum damage on a molecular level. They never struck their target, however, as Velentus struck downwards with the Daemonhammer. An explosive wave of force crushed it from above, pulverizing the circuitry and armour, even as the psychic shockwave further blew it apart. The second Wraith was luckier, using his ally's defeat to slice into Valentus' side, the high-powered claws managing to deal significant damage even to the Terminator Armour. The third attack was deflected, as two Bolter round blasted the creature sideways.

"Allow me to grant you the death you were denied, abomination." With those words Valentus dashed forward, propelling his immense bulk over the body of the slain Wraith towards the Necron Lord that controlled them all. If he could defeat the Harbinger of the Storm, the remaining Wraiths would be but minor threats. More importantly their computing and decision-making abilities would vastly decrease, making them far less of a threat to this civilized world. Even if it cost him his life, he would have to take down the Necron lord behind it all, to land just a single blow on it's metallic grey head.

A series of shadows seemed to smash into the side of the Wraiths as they sought to prevent Valentus' assault, to little effect. However, the presence of an ally on the battlefield was reassuring. The soldiers had either been cut down or fled, their backbone was vaslty inferior to that of the Guard. Even as Valentus pumped his muscles full of psychic energy, shooting forward at superhuman speed, he mused to himself how he would change that. Clearly they lacked the Emperor's guidance, and had merely fled the scene. Someone interested only in their own life is not worthy of the life of a soldier.

The hulk shot forward, hammer swinging, as he arrived in front of Immorteth. The Necron Lord found himself faced with the Paladin's full might, although he was now covered in small cuts and damages. And that full psychic might was bearing down on him with the force of a small intercontinental nuclear missile, great waves of force emanating from him.

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@Gummi Bunnies@Eviledd1984@Lmpkio@Kael Taiyou
The Emperor frowned, as he looked upwards. A powerful evil presence seemed to have made itself known. A large suit of robotic armour could be seen in the sky, and Nova could sense someone within. It seemed that perhaps he was about to get some answers. Furthermore, he could sense several other evil presences far in the distance. And despite the clearly malevolent intent he sensed from these beings, it was clear that none of them were agents of the Dark Gods. He extended himself, reading their minds as he had done to those closer to him. And from this he gained their names, and learned that they too had been dumped in this strange world. Slowly he began to gain some sense of the scale of this event, as if hundreds of souls had been dragged from different worlds. And even as he searched their surface thoughts, he was unwittingly exposed to entire worlds he had not previously known. Realms vastly different from his own, altered on the most basic of levels, the very laws of physics subtly different in each one.

In that moment he was silent, as the reality of the Multiverse hit him. The possibility of infinite worlds, with infinite evils. That the humanity he had sought to lead to salvation had been but a single iteration of the eternal battle against darkness, all of his actions but the scrawling of an ant as it secured it's next meal. It was devastating, and yet simultaneously liberating. The consequences of this discovery were immense, and already he had decided what he must do. The only hope for such a fragmented reality, the only chance for a multiverse faced with the neverending threat of darkness.

He would unite them all. He would forge an empire across the multiverse, to unite the strength of each realm. To share the gifts of his world with those who would listen, and to learn as such from the worlds he discovered. To form a single front against the forces of darkness, a united effort to defeat the many forms of evil, that ranged across the multiverse.

Mere moments ago this entire event had seemed merely as a short distraction before he returned to his own world. But now he knew that his responsibility extended far beyond the borders of the Imperium. He looked around at the band of misfits gathered around him, warriors drawn from realms across the multiverse into this single city seemingly without purpose. And yet in his mind they would be the first steps towards a greater world, a better world. They would be his footsoldiers in the coming war, and they would be his ambassadors to worlds foreign to him.

"Then perhaps it is time for us to do more than cooperate." The emperor raised his hands, and gathered his power around him. For tens of thousands of years he had fought the forces of chaos, and his strength had grown from the efforts. And now his full power was at his disposal, his mind no longer at war with the Dark Gods. The very world seemed to tremble as a cyclone of psychic energy surrounded him. Were there any living beings outside of this city, they would see a pillar of light extending into the sky. A swirling marker of the Emperor's presence, the power that had forged the very stars into his image. Nova raised his hand and made his will known through his thoughts, and the very fabric of reality complied. Vines and weeds were burnt to ashes, cleansed from the ground around him. And with that simple thought, he began his second miracle in this world.

The skyscrapers around him shook and tore, collapsing as unseen forces tore at their foundation. They were tore down, but not a single brick struck the ground below, as all were pulled into a cyclone around the Emperor's position. The very ground seemed to writhe and twist, altered on a molecular level. Stone and steel were pulled from the environment, as the entire city block was leveled. And yet it was not an act of destruction, but an act of creation. "Allow me to place the first stone, as it were. If we are to survive in this world, we will need to unite our strength. I propose we forge an alliance here, that we work together until each of us can find their way back to their own worlds." Stone crashed to the ground, mortar and steel forced into new forms. Great domed walls formed, chambers emerged from the twisting rubble. A palace the size of a football stadium, rising from the ground. Great metal doors lead to the hall in which they now stood, and at the end stood a massive throne forged from gold and steel.

Thus the Emperor achieved his goal, twofold. Firstly, he demonstrated his power to those around him. He proved his worth as an ally, and his danger as an enemy. Those in the room would consider his offer seriously. The second goal was to create a mark, a symbol. To place his foot in the door, and to lay his claim on the land of this world. He would make it his, and return it once more to a state of flourishing prosperity. And it would be the first of many universes united under his rule. This was a challenge to all those who would stop it, those forces of evil that remained in the darkness, those shadows that hid in the night.

"This place will serve as my base of operations. I believe that this world can be turned to an advantage, and that our meeting here is not by chance. From these humble beginnings, perhaps powerful friendships can be formed. And I believe that I would like to see these worlds you come from, to perhaps extend the friendly hand of the Imperium of Man." The Emperor smiled, before making his way to the throne, where he would contemplate his next move. And how he would eradicate the forces of darkness from the face of this planet.
@Absolis
Don't worry about it, there's nothing in your CS which would get you denied, so you're probably fine.
@ShadowVentus
Well, you can choose to flee with them, or you can choose to return to the fight. If you flee, you'll have to find some way to interact with Diamond and Rex. Talk to them, punch them in the face, pick one. Alternatively, I could send James to your location to wreak some havoc.
Well, the Purge do work for Gabriel (yeah, that was gonna be the big twist) so they might team up with SOLDIER if Gabriel worked with SOLDIER.
Approximately 60 standard years ago, the battlefleet Deus Ex was lost in a sudden Warp Storm. The entire fleet was consumed, and believed to have been pulled into the Warp. This tragedy culminated into the loss of an entire sector to an Ork Waaagh, destroying countless civilized worlds and dealing a massive blow to the Imperium of Man. The battlefleet Deus Ex had been a combined effort between the Blood Ravens and the Ultramarines, a rare case where two chapters were forced to cooperate by circumstance. Over 200 loyal battle brothers were lost when the fleet was taken, and many more servitors and guardsmen lost. According to Imperial Record, all those aboard the fleet are dead, as are all those who are dragged into the Warp and fail to emerge.

However, the battlefleet Deus Ex was not destroyed. Even as it was pulled into the Warp and set upon by legions of Daemon, the ships managed to fend off their attackers. Whilst many lives were still lost, the fleet managed to defeat the force sent to ambush them, and left adrift in the Warp. In the home realm of the Daemon, faced with an endless tide of enemies, the Space Marines were forced to cooperate further. They found a planet that had been dragged into the Warp and seemingly lost to Chaos, and laid siege to it. Raining down fire and drop pods from orbit they reclaimed the planet, and set their servitors to work rebuilding the planetary defences. They created a beacon, and were able to draw in those ships from teh fleet that had been flung to further regions of the Warp, and even several vessels not of their Original fleet carrying further reinforcements.

Thus the Warp Colony was formed. The last stand of man in the realm of Daemon, a world under near constant assault by the infinite armies of chaos and kept at bay only by the tireless efforts of the Astartes. Many more vessels and lost ships gathered to this haven, forming an entire planet filled with capable warriors, reinforcing their defences and upgrading their weaponry. It was as if they had earned the Ire of the Chaos Gods, as they were constantly threatened but never overwhelmed. Thus the Warp Colony remained, awaiting some chance to return to the Materium, victorious by way of survival.

Among those surviving Battle Brothers gathered on the world's surface, it is time for heroes to emerge. For men to earn their medals and rise in ranks through feats of blood and steel. This is a time for the greatest of veterans and the most skilled of prodigies to emerge victorious, and earn their place in the tales of legend. Those heroes.... are you.



For those of you not familiar with the basic concepts of the Warhammer 40K universe, below follows a brief summary.

The Imerium of Man is the good guys, highly religious and worship the God Emperor of Man. Space Marines are genetically engineered soldiers with super strength and speed, think Captain America. The Warp is 'Hell', it's where Daemon (demons) come from and where the Dark/Chaos Gods live (really evil). The Warp is also the source of psychic powers. Orks are like normal Orcs, but with guns and sometimes they're psychic, and there are a bunch of aliens out there who are usually bad guys.
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