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 the master of 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 ever day, so that he may never truly die.

Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the demon-infested miasma for the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. vast armies give battle in his name on uncountless worlds. greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are the legion: the Imperial Guard and countless plantary defence forces, the ever-viglant Inquistion and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants and worse.

To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods

These are my stories of these times. I will post pics, vids, battle reports and give detailed explained lessons on war. Welcome to the never-ending hell of the 41st Millennuim.