Part of the app setup would include getting you drunk then encouraging you to take embarrassing selfies which are later on posted to your Facebook, Twitter & Google+ accounts as punishment for doing a piss poor workout.
Wondering if anyone else is seeing this? My brakes, especially on the back keep getting soft over a short amount of time (perhaps 50 miles or so). I keep having to move the wire further along.
Is the wire low quality / stretching out?
Context 1: Barely anything is known about the Dark Age of Technology (DaOT), and one of the biggest mysteries of the setting revolve around the mysterious Men of Materials: Gold, Stone, and Iron. While we know that the Men of Iron are true AI, such as UR-025, Tabula Myriad, etc, who could probably just download themselves into available chassises at any moment, not much is known about the Men of Stone or Gold.
Context 2: The descriptions of Kron in this short story confirm what we do know about the Men of Stone, and his existence has major ramifications regarding foundational aspects of the lore.
To begin this discussion, we need to clarify just what we actually know about the Men of Materials. While not explicitly stated in any novels or codex, Laurie Golding, an accredited BL author and editor of multiple publications, states that the original vision for the Men of Materials was to have them as three separate transhuman races. Specifically, Alan Meritt, one of the original authors of GW who was with them since the days of Rogue Trader, stated that the Men of Iron were the Machines, the Men of Gold were a genetically engineered master race that came about through selective breeding, while the Men of Stone were a cyborg intelligence. In particular, "the "Stone" part refers to silicon, and are likened to the Thirteenth Tribe from Battlestar Galactica, the original cyclons who left Kobol and began their own civilization". While a lot of this is old lore, just a couple years ago we have the first ever, explicitly confirmed existence of a Man of Iron, UR-025. And since the entire concept of the Men of Materials was introduced as a package deal in the 3rd edition rulebook, UR-025's existence hints that GW didn't softly retconn the entire concept, and the concept of all 3 transhuman races, namely Gold, Stone, and Iron, were still on the table for discussion and will be terms that define the DaOT.
While we have an explicit description of the Men of Iron in the lore, we really don't have such confirmation for the Men of Gold or Stone. However, the short story Ancient History, by Andy Chambers actually provides descriptions of a highly unusual individual that altogether, very strongly hints that he is a Man of Stone. To set the stage, Kron is officially a naval bondsman on the Imperial Battleship Retribution. While he is colloquially referred to as an "old h
... keep reading on reddit ➡Alien-Nation Chapter 82: Entente
Hello all. Work has been busy, I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long. I'm aware this chapter isn't quite in straight-chronological order, but this was done by design- I have to cut back a few minutes when I jump to Elias's perspective- and more on that at the end. For now, I hope you enjoy this chapter. [Hi kids, do you like violence?]
"You may not have any reason to trust or believe me, but I need your help.”
Amilita knew the voice well from studying his propaganda films.
“And why should I help you?” The audio tape device continued whirring, and an answer was not forthcoming. Amilita realized it was just a recording, not a live signal.
“You may not believe helping me is in your best interests, and will reject my offer out of hand. But consider my deeds so far: I have executed traitors to mankind’s best interests, spoken nothing but truth in all my broadcasts, and have killed a predatory governess who trafficked children, a slaver by any other name. I performed the deed of killing her with my own hands, as would you if she had taken your own son, and then providence gave you the chance to make vengeance where time could never restore what was lost.”
Amilita had to admit he was right. Nothing would have stood in her way if anyone had kidnapped her son. She glanced over at the static hologram on her desk. Her son had just turned five, and he was opening presents while surrounded by his sisters. She watched the image change to one of him reaching for a fruit on a vine while riding on her husband’s shoulders, both of them smiling warmly. But…how had he even known she had a son? Adopting those new communication protocols at the base was looking wiser and wiser, even if they’d led to the disaster today. The chances of a sympathizer were low, but she’d seen women do a lot of stupid things to win over a male.
“*I am not a monster, Lieutenant Colonel Amilita. I am a man of my word. So when I say that I wish these hostages to be returned unharmed, and that I will honor any agreement we come to, you know that I will. I hear that you have tried valiantly to return the lost boys, and for that you have my respe
... keep reading on reddit ➡Fulgrim has decided to conquer the world of Byzas with only 7 of the Emperor's Children in order to show their merit to his brothers. While the government of Byzas agrees to enter the Imperium peacefully various groups within the planet seek to stop it and haphazard revolts and insurrections break out. Here 2 Space Marines are sent to talk to the rebels, checking out the conditions of agri-workers while 2 more are sent to check out the conditions of industrial workers.
>Well, this is fun,’ Grythan Thorn said, as low-velocity projectiles flattened themselves against his power armour. ‘Should we return fire, do you think?’
>Kasperos Telmar shrugged. ‘The primarch said not to hurt them, if possible.’ The farmstead had been occupied by its former menials, and they didn’t seem inclined towards hospitality. Mostly, they seemed to want to shout revolutionary slogans through their purloined voxcasters and waste ammunition.
>A slug ricocheted off the side of his helmet, gouging a grey streak in the paint. His sensors registered the impact, and he sighed.
>‘Though I fail to see how killing a few wouldn’t help settle the rest of them down.’
>‘Peaceful negotiations, brother, remember?’ Thorn laughed. ‘As soon as they run out of ammunition, they’ll be in the mood to talk.’
>The revolutionaries had turned the farmstead into a crude bastion, using whatever was to hand. It was by no means impregnable, but it was impressive, in a way. From a casual examination, Telmar had identified fifteen possible points of entry. The simplest would be to kick the main gate down.
>‘I doubt that. Have you seen the state of them?’ Telmar frowned. ‘I knew it was bound to be bad, but this is monstrous. The rates of starvation alone are reprehensible. It’s no surprise they seized their moment when it came.’
>‘If only it didn’t inconvenience us quite so much,’ Thorn said. He crossed his arms and glanced back towards what remained of the airship that had brought them here, to the outer rim of the agricircle. The aircraft burned merrily. Its etheric engines sparked still, amid the inferno. The crew was dead, more was the pity. A direct hit from a primitive artillery piece had knocked the craft out of the air, and killed everyone not lucky enough to be clad in ceramite. ‘I’m not walking back, I can tell you that.’
>‘Lazy,’ Telmar murmured.
>‘Not laziness. We are the Emperor’s chosen, Kasperos. We do not walk, like common menials. We soar like eagles or, fai
... keep reading on reddit ➡Ok this actually took longer than I expected to edit, which is a shame, but I was quite busy today, unexpectedly. This is chapter 30, and, well... I think you'll all enjoy it, as the Human forces begin their assault on Hekatia.
UNV Buy One Get One Free, en route to Hekatia
"Prepare to drop, 1 minute." The announcement echoed throughout the container, sparking one last flurry of activity. The Human expeditionary force was going for a... unconventional approach to invasion, it could be said. At least, by interstellar standards, it wasn't like the Humans had a conventional approach to a planetary invasion yet.
"Check your straps people, I don't want anything getting thrown about!" Corporal Heppell yelled, locking himself into his position. The hexagonal shape of the container, though it was much larger than it’s Human shipping equivalent, meant adapting it for this purpose required compromises.
For example, the passengers had no seats. Instead, they ‘laid’ on the angled sides of the lower half, or rather, strapped themselves in ultra tightly given their lives literally depended on it. Tergelyx gave his own straps a nice quick test tug, finding them resistant enough while powerful magnetic locks, pilfered from captured Hekatian landing pods, added a little bit more to anchor him in place. To the side of each soldier’s berth was additional netting, in which their weapons were wrapped. The upper half of the container, meanwhile was now a separate, ladder-accessible deck, filled with ammunition and other vital supplies, all tied down due to the complete lack of artificial gravity onboard.
"Is the Warrior secure?" Cooper shouted, pointing at one of the two vehicles that took up the centre of the troop level. The other was a Russian BMD-4, the two packed so close together Yates and the other Warrior crew would have to literally squeeze themselves in. Given the body armour 1 Section now sported, plus their extra weapons, the Warrior simply could no longer provide enough space for all of them. Therefore, it was now just fire support, luggage carrier, and maybe something to ride on top of. Unsurprisingly, the Russian paratroopers would be facing the same problem.
"Course it is, fucker won't move an inch!" Sergeant Yates roared back, defending his ability to keep it in pla
... keep reading on reddit ➡I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.
Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.
When he'd opened his eyes, Robert felt the primal rage wash over him like a tsunami. He felt like he couldn't even think anymore. Couldn't think thoughts, just wants, just instincts. Wanted to hunt, wanted to kill. Instinct to spread, instinct to infect.
Initially, Robert's mind had effectively been silenced by the overwhelming impulses that had surged in. Other minds never came back under the onslaught. But other minds...
Weren't human.
Robert's conscious snapped back. He struggled, trying to think. He couldn't hear himself amidst the turmoil of anger and rage. He couldn't focus, he still couldn't think straight. More by his own instinct than by intention, he threw back his head and howled. It was the deepest catharsis he'd had in his life. It felt like the pent up emotions were being physically expelled.
He didn't quite stop howling so much as finish howling. Afterwards, he felt much better. The bloodlust that had nearly overrun him earlier seemed to have evaporated, and he could think clearly again. He got up, carefully looked himself over, and tried to speak. It was more coarse than normal, but it still seemed like his voice.
"So... I... Got transformed by a space parasite... Into a werewolf. Good grief. Something's wrong, though. Well, not wrong, I guess. I'm not frothing at the mouth. I'm still in control. How? No one else has ever done that, have they?"
"No, no, NO!" His thoughts were interrupted by a yelling inside his head, and a suddenly his body started moving of its own accord.
The light of the moon. A reflection of the light of the sun. Mawke saw the clouds part to reveal it, and he knew this was it. It was time to transform, to lose himself, and to let the beast take hold. He felt a twinge of regret as the transformation began, but he couldn't tell why. He'd never lingered on doubts before. Somehow, that felt like a mistake, but he hadn't the time to think why. He felt the emotions, rage and instinct of the adult Lythros mind overwhelm him and the host. It was done.
But something went wrong. The host resisted. It shouldn't have been possible, they were too overwhelmed to even think of pushing back, let alone do it. But they had a mental resilience and
... keep reading on reddit ➡Inspired by a prompt from u/Traditional-Egg-1467, comments and critique are welcome.
The Interrogation
Parvas woke up to an odd smell, some kind of toxic smoke laced with something else. She couldn't quite place it but it made her nose twitch. The room she was in was dank and dark, despite the brickwork being whitewashed. An old bulb dangling from the ceiling flickered, only just bright enough for her to see the green metal door and the bindings that tied her wrists to the chair. With her legs similarly tied to the chair, she wasn't going anywhere in a hurry.
The Interior Liaison tested her restraints - they creaked somewhat but didn't slacken. Her chair didn't move either, which seemed to be bolted to the floor. It was the perfect size, especially considering it was constructed from welded steel - the surface rust coloured her forearms orange where they touched. She wondered how many other Shil'vati had sat there.
A cough behind her caught Parvas' attention. She froze. Of course there'd be someone here - no doubt one of the Humans who believed themselves to be downtrodden. Another sorry ingrate from the people that generously called themselves "The Resistance". They were little more than children and terrorists.
"It's been twenty years and you still don't get us - " A gruff, gravelly voice began. He was behind her and to the right. Surprisingly, he wasn't speaking his own language. He was speaking hers.
"Please tell me you're not going to monologue." She spoke over him.
" - not like you feel threatened - " He continued.
"Of course you're monologuing." Parvas sighed.
" - but I'm sure you know that already."
There was a pause. The Shil'vati craned her neck, catching a glimpse of the man. He seemed to be of middling years, his black hair speckled with grey. The same went for his short, curly beard. His flesh was a deeper tone than some of the Humans she had interacted with, much more akin to their delicacies, choco-late and coff-ee. He lit another tabacco stick. Again, that smell... but stronger. What was that?
"So, tell me," He began. "What is your position in the Interior?"
"Hah! Like I would tell you."
"Ah. So you are in the Interior. Thank you."
That rubbed Parvas the wrong way. He was treating her like she was the one who was stupid, as if he was any better being a terrorist! She pulled harder at her restraints.
"How long have you been stationed on Ear
... keep reading on reddit ➡This is definitely the longest chapter in the entire series, mostly because anything less just felt wrong.
I'm sorry it took so long to make (happy belated Christmas everyone!), but I wholeheartedly believe it was worth the extra time spent.
I hope you enjoy!
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I held a tiny hat between my index finger and thumb.
It was a blue wizard hat, about a size that would fit a doll.
[Trophy: Yutson Of The Incanter]
I guess it's called a "Yutson" wherever Swen was from?
I looked over at my other hand and saw the other Trophy we had, the one that Sydui had picked up all that time ago while I was busy fighting Aesos the first time.
[Trophy: Disk Of The Deforester]
I guess Swen just had something that allowed him to do something with these, which frustrated me to no end.
"Why the pursed lips mister sourpuss?" Polyu asked, assuming a very relaxed pose.
"Other champions have such cool powers, and I'm stuck with just the stuff I made and [Ascend]." I pouted.
"Don't you like it better that way?"
'Honestly, I'm hurt, you wound me Andrew.' The Great Stabbinsky replied.
"Don't misunderstand, I wouldn't trade you guys for anything, it would just be effin' sweet if I could summon a mech or something like that one guy."
'Yeah, that would be pretty sweet.' Saiph agreed.
"Oh right, that brings a couple things back to mind, firstly, thanks for saving me back during the fight."
Polyu puffed up her shoulders and grinned like an idiot. "No problem really."
"Secondly, and forgive me not asking earlier, what brings you over to me today?"
Polyu's shoulders tensed and eyes widened. Then, after a pause, she replied. "Do I need a reason to talk to you?"
I looked at her with a knowing smile. "With that sort of response you do!"
"You know what, it wasn't important anyway." She said, trying to slink away.
I grabbed her arm before she could. "Oh no you don't! You're going to tell me, even if I have to use 'Enhanced Interrogation Techniques' to do it."
Polyu gulped, trying frantica
... keep reading on reddit ➡Hello Ladies and Gentlemen! After a while of waiting, my newest story is complete! Consider it a late Christmas present haha
Big shoutout to u/gr33n_power for the idea!
Hope y’all enjoy! And if you’re new, feel free to checkout my profile for more just like it! (If this gets popular enough, I’ll probably do a Part 2!)
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“Something’s in the Air”
Tonight, Ash chose a rather precarious new spot to do some reading. Having grown sick of his cramped apartment, he had walked out onto the balcony and hefted himself up onto the roof. The climb up had required the use of a wobbly foot stool, as well as an exorbitant amount of his upper-body strength. As Ash tumbled over onto a gravel surface, he held his ribs tenderly, sore from where they had pressed into the concrete ledge. Thankfully, nobody had been watching his pitiful attempt to access the roof, and Ash was glad to be alone up above. He slowly rose and peered over the edge.
He was only ten feet higher than his balcony, but combined with the lack of a guard rail, the fall to the street down below seemed deadlier than usual. The sidewalk and cars he had grown used to seeing every day took on a dangerous aura in the orange street lights. One wrong move, and they would be the last thing he ever saw… or felt. Ash carefully retreated from the ledge, to what looked like a brick chimney with two turbine vents sitting atop it.
After managing to get as comfortable as he could while sitting on coarse gravel and leaning against stubborn brick, Ash pulled out his book; it was a paperback novel that had been stored in his rear pocket throughout the entire ordeal. In the streetlights’ soft glow he read the cover, “Clara and the Darkest of Days.” Below the white stylized font, on a pure black background, a figure was drawn emitting sunshine. Looking closer, Ash made it out to be that of a female, undoubtedly the titular Clara.
Ash took a deep breath… and cracked open the cover. The novel smelled new, a fresh scent amongst the city’s worn and tepid odor. He flipped to the front page and let himself be whisked away.
…
Ten blocks west, Brooke Daniels was following a high-speed police chase. With one leg, she pushed off the ground and launched herself several hundred feet into the sky. The city’s warm air disappeared as she rose higher than the apartments and offices, into the fresher winds above. She looked down, and her eyes focused on the line of flashing red and blue lights speeding through the streets. Ahead of t
... keep reading on reddit ➡Alot of great jokes get posted here! However just because you have a joke, doesn't mean it's a dad joke.
THIS IS NOT ABOUT NSFW, THIS IS ABOUT LONG JOKES, BLONDE JOKES, SEXUAL JOKES, KNOCK KNOCK JOKES, POLITICAL JOKES, ETC BEING POSTED IN A DAD JOKE SUB
Try telling these sexual jokes that get posted here, to your kid and see how your spouse likes it.. if that goes well, Try telling one of your friends kid about your sex life being like Coca cola, first it was normal, than light and now zero , and see if the parents are OK with you telling their kid the "dad joke"
I'm not even referencing the NSFW, I'm saying Dad jokes are corny, and sometimes painful, not sexual
So check out r/jokes for all types of jokes
r/unclejokes for dirty jokes
r/3amjokes for real weird and alot of OC
r/cleandadjokes If your really sick of seeing not dad jokes in r/dadjokes
Punchline !
Edit: this is not a post about NSFW , This is about jokes, knock knock jokes, blonde jokes, political jokes etc being posted in a dad joke sub
Edit 2: don't touch the thermostat
Do your worst!
Ants don’t even have the concept fathers, let alone a good dad joke. Keep r/ants out of my r/dadjokes.
But no, seriously. I understand rule 7 is great to have intelligent discussion, but sometimes it feels like 1 in 10 posts here is someone getting upset about the jokes on this sub. Let the mods deal with it, they regulate the sub.
They were cooked in Greece.
This is a very good article from FT that goes over all the supply chains issues problems. Yeah, the problem will not be magically fixed. Good for ZIM!
https://www.ft.com/content/21242e3b-298b-4a6f-a35f-32fdde905952
>Bob Biesterfeld knows the depths of the global supply chain crisis first hand — he has hauliers still unloading Halloween costumes from containers at the Los Angeles and Long Beach port complex.
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>For the boss of CH Robinson, North America’s largest freight broker, the delayed shipments of vampire, ghost and witch outfits provides the perfect illustration of the turmoil in ocean shipping for the past 18 months. About 90 per cent of world trade moves by sea, and these logistical woes have tormented businesses across the globe from Argentine winemakers to Sri Lankan clothing producers.
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>Record vessel delays have clogged ports and crammed warehouses, adding to the supply ruptures caused by the semiconductor crunch and petrochemical shortages. Smaller companies have had to fight tooth and nail to secure space on container ships to keep production and sales moving while facing cash flow pressure as they soak up rocketing freight rates — up seven times on average pre-pandemic levels — and mounting stockpiles. Consumers have experienced it via empty shelves, limited product availability and rising prices.
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>Jens Bjorn Andersen, chief executive of DSV, one of the world’s largest logistics groups currently squeezed between frustrated shipping lines and angry customers, describes the situation as “the worst I’ve seen” after more than three decades in the industry.
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>The shipping bottlenecks have exposed one of the most serious threats to the global economy as it emerges from the pandemic: whether the worldwide traffic jam remains gridlocked or begins to flow again in 2022. If the bottlenecks persist, freight costs will remain high, space for cargo on ships will be limited and retailers and manufacturers will have to endure chronic delays. That could in turn fuel inflation, prompt supply chain upheavals and accelerate consolidation of shipping networks, fundamentally changing world trade.
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>During the pandemic, container shipping had to juggle a tremendous surge in consumer demand for goods with the reality of having slashed capacity during the initial lockdowns in the first half of 2020. As a result a highly synchronised syste
Don't you know a good pun is its own reword?
Two muffins are in an oven, one muffin looks at the other and says "is it just me, or is it hot in here?"
Then the other muffin says "AHH, TALKING MUFFIN!!!"
For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.
I said "hey look, an escaPEA"
No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!
Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂
It really does, I swear!
I used to love snow, especially the fresh heavy snow on a quite night. I live in a small town in the Midwest near the border of Canada. I grew up in Alaska, I’m used to snow, darkness and extreme temperatures. But not anymore.
Last year I moved for work. It’s a normal office clerical work. Boring but it pays the bills. I bought a small house two bed, one and a half bath. It’s just me and my cat Coal. I’ve tried dating but its difficult. More so now than before, so the small space works.
A few weeks ago when the news of the blizzard was reported a few of us in my neighborhood watch (NHW) went around to make sure people had supplies and were prepared. I already had a small generator, bottled water, small space heater, easy to cook meals, a small camping stove, and an extra bag of cat food and some other cold weather supplies.
The NHW had a small collection for things like getting our street plowed and some small emergencies like this. You didn’t have to pay into it but it was appreciated.
Small packs were created and distributed along the street. We have about fifteen houses along my road so each house got a couple of survival glow sticks, some candles, dried food and a few bottles of water, and some cheap short range walkie talkies.
I came home from work on a Monday and the snow had already started falling pretty heavily. I checked to make sure my generator was working and hooked up and that I had spare fuel. I made sure rechargeable batters were plugged in and got myself some mac and cheese for dinner.
As I was eating the wind started picking up and I had to turn the volume up on my tv to hear the movie I was watching. I checked my clock and saw that it was already late into the evening, but it had been dark for hours already. I checked my phone and had a text from my boss telling the office not to worry about going into work till things had settled down.
I looked outside and all I saw past my window was flashes of white from the light hitting snow. It was darker than I had ever seen anything before. I called out for Coal to get some dinner but he didn’t come running like he usually did. I checked under my bed and sure enough he was huddle in a corner. I figured the blizzard was really freaking him out. I put his food down and went to shower.
As I was waiting for the water to heat up I turned on the walkie talkie and radioed out “Hey everyone its 9’oclock, just checking in to see if everyone is good” each house on the street had a number o
... keep reading on reddit ➡And now I’m cannelloni
Because she wanted to see the task manager.
But that’s comparing apples to oranges
And boy are my arms legs.
How the hell am I suppose to know when it’s raining in Sweden?
Heard they've been doing some shady business.
I speak of those personality traits that recur a lot in the lords or kings of this House, as well as their particular rites and customs.
I love the Stark's hard line and relentlessness, but it's clearly slackened off with Rickard, Ned and Robb, who are more andalized.
so I would say my favorite trait in a House is Baratheon belligerence. Of course, the former Royal Houses fought their wars of conquest which, in the case of some, lasted for millennia. But even though they are relatively young, the Baratheons over the past 300 years have produced prodigious warriors and generals, and practically all of the House lords named — I say practically, but I really can't remember another Baratheon lord named who wasn't a warrior besides Lord Royce Baratheon—were involved in battles, combats and wars. Orys, Rogar, Boremund, Borros, Lyonel, Ormund, Steffon, Robert, Stannis and Renly. Besides those who weren't lords, like Davos, Raymont, Borys, Garon, Orryn and the Stormbreaker (whose name I don't know). There is probably some other House with a larger number of fighters mentioned, but I believe that in this volume (where virtually all of the House's mentioned members are fighters), there are none.
but then I remembered it was ground this morning.
Edit: Thank you guys for the awards, they're much nicer than the cardboard sleeve I've been using and reassures me that my jokes aren't stale
Edit 2: I have already been made aware that Men In Black 3 has told a version of this joke before. If the joke is not new to you, please enjoy any of the single origin puns in the comments
They’re on standbi
A play on words.
My daughter, Chewbecca, not so much.
Pilot on me!!
I've seen some people wondering how exactly Maugan Ra is supposed to have wiped out a Hive Ship's worth (or a splinter depending on the codex) of Tyranid ground forces on his own. After all, isn't that millions if not tens of millions of troops? The answer is that he's basically the only character in 40K specced for massive amounts of ranged AoE damage instead of charging in screaming "BROTHERRR" with sword in hand.
First of all, some context on how fast shuriken weapons fire before we get into the Maugetar's special features.
> The ammunition core is kept level with the barrel by a magnetic repulsor, allowing the next round to be detached and fired with great speed and accuracy. In this way, the shuriken catapult is capable of releasing a burst of one hundred shurikens in under two seconds. Each core is large enough to form a thousand rounds, allowing ten such storms of fire before needing to be replaced.
> A close-range weapon, the shuriken catapult is designed to lay down a withering stream of fire over a short distance, severely punishing any enemy foolish enough to enter the kill zone. While the warriors of the Aspect Shrines engage the foe with blades and exotic weaponry, the Guardians identify and occupy key strategic areas of the battlefield, entrenching themselves and preparing to turn their formidable firepower on any foe who attempts to dislodge them.
-Shuriken Catapult Munitorum entry
Not a shuriken cannon itself but it gives you the gist of shuriken weapons, they're weapons that can put out a lot of shots up close but aren't that great at range. It's a bit inconsistent on if they're any good versus armour though.
> The shuriken cannon is of the kind known as a ‘shrieker’, as the discs it fires are formed in such a way that they scream as they speed towards the foe, bringing terror before they kill. The Maugetar fires shurikens of unusual size, each large and potent enough to kill a swathe of enemies before they disappear, vanishing like blood in fire. This has led many to believe that the Maugetar is of supernatural origin, though the Bonesingers scoff at this idea, adamant that the Reaper Lord’s cannon is simply of superlative construction through arts long lost.
-Maugetar Munitorum entry
Unlike most shuriken weapons, the Maugetar is packing some serious armour penetration to go through several enemies at a time. It also comes with an ammo generator for maximum spam.
> When Asurme
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“Don’t…don’t meet his eyes…”
Those were the last words Jeffery said to me before he died. I went to ask him what he was talking about, what and who he meant, but I could see that the last ember of life had already faded from his eyes as his face began to slacken. I looked around. No one else had seen or heard—we’d gone to his secluded house by design--his design. And whatever he’d planned for me, I felt sure it was going to happen here, tonight. It had all happened so fast, but I couldn’t be mistaken, right? I’d seen what he’d written and sent. And if he hadn’t planned on doing it before I got my phone back and was tipped off by the responses, then what was the point?
No. No, I’d done the only thing I could. Standing up from where Jeffery lay at the bottom of the stairs, head cracked open and spilling a trickle of red at the edge of his hair, I noticed its color was slowly changing from a soft brown to a slick black as the blood soaked in. I’d hit him with a small paperweight I’d grabbed from his desk, causing him to stumble back into the hall and fall down the stairs.
I’d just run back upstairs to send Sadie a message, but he’d have known I might have seen what he’d written, and I couldn’t risk him attacking me without having some kind of weapon on hand, even if it was just a small but heavy glass globe. I also couldn’t accuse him of anything. We were alone, after all, and if I let on I knew he was up to…well, nothing good, he could overpower and kill me. On the other hand, if I could just get to the front door, make up some excuse to go back out to the car, I could be away before he ever had a chance to hurt me.
I’d tried to just get out. But when I’d first looked up, I saw something pass over his face as his eyes went from me to the phone in my hand and back. And in the few seconds it took for me to palm the glass ball and walk toward him, I’d watched his face pale and then redden slightly as his features took on a harder edge. It was a face that said the decision had already been made, and now it was just a matter of doing what needed to be done. When he had reached for me…it wasn’t my fault. I’d just been defe…
I started to retch then, not from nausea, but from something small and hard suddenly digging into the back of my throat. I turned away from him and coughed before gagging again. What was it? How had something gotten in my mouth in the first place? Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes as blood pounded in my
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