Warhammer 40.000 Games

IN THE GRIM DARKNESS OF THE FAR FUTURE, THERE IS ONLY WAR.


It is the 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of His inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that He may never truly die.

There are a number of games depicting the grim scenario of the 41st Century. The Emperor on the throne, to whom a thousand souls are sacrified every day, the races of the galaxy
  1. Dawn of war
  2. Dawn of war - Winter Assault
  3. Dawn of war - Dark Crusade
  4. Dawn of war - Soulstorm
  5. Dawn of war II
  6. Dawn of war II - Chaos Rising
  7. Dawn of war II - Retribution
  8. Dawn of war III
  9. Gladius
  10. Inquisitor
  11. Space Marine
  12. Sanctus Reach

    13. And many others, as there are many books, both on paper and e-books.
    The most celebrated (ironically) heroe is Ciaphas Cain, commissar of the Empire
    From

    Choose your enemies

    by Sandy Hamilton

    The thing I’ve always found most annoying about the eldar, apart from their psychotic sadism and their almost visible aura of patronising smugness, is their habit of popping up where you least expect them. Like the ones who came charging out of the depths of the mine workings on Drechia, for instance, laying down a lethal spread of razor-edged discs from their small-arms as they came. Within seconds, half the troopers with me were down, either diced so thoroughly the burial party was going to need buckets to collect them in, or incapacitated beyond the point of any form of retaliation apart from harsh language.

    Not wishing their sacrifice to have been in vain, I lost no time in diving for cover behind a comfortingly solid-seeming outcrop of rock. Once there, I snapped off a couple of shots from my laspistol in the general direction of the enemy, trying to ignore the little sparks left by ricocheting shuriken which seemed far too close to my nose for comfort while I did so.

    Ciaphas Cain