Faces unfamiliar to you pass by, speaking in a tongue of gibberish that is only partially comprehensible. Half of them wear tribal attire of losers larping as tribal warriors, but their cosmetic scars and muscles were way too refined to be just costumes. The sky rolls in a color you've never seen before.
>>6334084You look up, and the realm shifts into a cobwebs of wires and clockwork, human sacrifice, and cultists in the garbs of avians carving their skin open to release wriggling parasites underneath. You run through unending catacombs, past statues defaced with the vandalism of riots, smelling the putrefaction of bodies littered on the ground. You find sunlight, and almost fail to stop as you hit a stone railing on the other side. An endless labyrinth of stone spires reach and sprawl for thousands of miles. Up to your right, a jagged mountain made of needles and thorns, and to your left lays an endless ocean of orange sand. You try to catch your breath, and your lungs are burned by the carcinogenic atmosphere outside.
>>6334085You turn around to look for somewhere to hide and find yourself in a party, debauched beyond measure. Partygoers and hosts are naked, their only clothes serving only to elicit more provocation. Piercings pack their bodies in places you somehow know are of the highest concentrations of pain and pleasure receptors. Tables line in uncooked meat and glasses that stink of spoiled milk and antifreeze. You take a whip from behind and turn to your attacker to see a morbid thing, anorexic and ghostly white with eyes that are flooded black with melanin, aside from the irises that glow with the yellow of a flower. Behind you someone rubs a liquid on your wound, setting it on fire with agony and you thrash trying to get it off. You throw wild punches trying to scare off the crowd in self defense as you push through the hung curtains trying to find an exit. You find only more wall, and in despair you yank down on a curtain trying to keep yourself upright despite the pain.
>>6334087"Coward." You hear above you. "Are you just gonna keep running, or fight back?" You turn up to look at the speaker. A man with a body riddled in scars and bandages, one arm missing, ending in a stump, and the other outstretched handing you a weapon. "If something upsets you, make it stop existing.". Before you can say anything, he throws himself onto a line of barbed wire. Blood gushes from him as the wire weaves into his flesh. You turn around and see a sky of black clouds tinted red, and the ground potmarked with craters and ornamented with elevated stone positions. You feel a rumbling behind you as the noise of an engine approaches. The only way out you can see is over the dead man who just gave you his weapon. You step on his back and over, taking off into the dusk lit field beyond. Falling into a trench, you look for a dugout room you can lock yourself inside of to wait out the nightmare. You cross paths with men in garbs you can't recognize in what looks like fascist uniforms. They lunge at you with bayonets instead of shooting you. They seem to move in slow motion as you decapitate both men with apparent ease. You find a door and bash into it, finding a room with a field radio blabbering orders in a language you can't understand. You curl up and try to force yourself to sleep.
>>6334090You open your eyes, and look around, finding a field of flowers and people walking in meadows of plenty. You approach them seeking to ask where you are. They rip from the ground the seeds of the earth and munch on it, and when they swallow the same chewed up seeds fall from under their tattered clothes. You realize with your nose as you get a closer look their putrid faces bloat as corpses left out in the sun. Flies buzz around and push themselves in and out of their mouth and nostrils. "Are you looking for something?" it asks with perfect clarity despite its mouth and tongue never moving. You run again, swatting at the flies as they try to follow you. Your gut finally gives up and you double over, falling and vomiting on the grass.
>>6334091The world fades out and you’re left in nothing. A black dark void surrounds you everywhere as you find yourself in the center of a 8 spoked wheel with 4 faces alternating them. They Speak. Times are changing, Empires rise, stagnate, and fall. As they always do, as they ought to. Hubris flares and burns, yearning for more. always more. Blood flows endlessly, from Father to Son, from Brother to Brother. The corpse sits living, dying. Healing, rotting. For this and eons more. And in the eye of all there is, lies you.
Become lucid of these nightmares. They shall bother me no longer.
>>6334093You wake up with a pounding headache from last night’s bender, you try and almost remember something involving Brazil and the himalayas but the thought escapes you as your headache flares with your heartbeat. Your ears ring in a noise you’ve never heard before but are somehow more familiar with than your own breathing.You don’t hear the cars downstairs, the streets are silent. Strange, it should’ve been a workday today. You try and fail to find a window so your body autopilots you to the bathroom to wash your face, and as you finish, you see it. The most beautiful, masculine face you’ve ever seen in this or any other life, with deep golden yellow eyes that stare into your soul and smoothly immaculate tan skin, and silken smooth, long, black hair that extends down to your back. You stand there for minutes, basking in the mirror’s beauty, taking in every minute detail of it in fear that it might disappear if you so much as blink. and then it hits you.It is You.>scream>inspect more>show off>write-in
>>6334096>show offGive a cheeky little flex in the mirror and show off your smile as if on the cover of a magazine.
>>6334096>inspect moreFucking mirror must be broken or something
imma need a tiebreaker until tomorrow or i'm gabling these choices.
>>6334096>show offStart flexing.
>>6334096>show offMust still be dreaming!
>>6334096>Pull down pants for routine cock inspection.
>>6334096>show off
>show off
>>6334422>>6334419>>6334411>>6334176>>6334158>>6334097You start by your hand feeling and going up your arm. Your impossibly smooth skin contrasts beautifully with your perfectly defined muscles. You strike a pose to show off the absolute guns that they are and see your biceps and triceps bulge and flex simultaneously. Fibers going taught against skin and threatening to reveal a vein hidden between them. While lost in your self-made exhibit, you notice your other muscles crying for attention. Your wide chest calmly rises and falls with your breathing, but independent from that are your pecs, flexing in a similar rhythm, wanting to join in on the show. You strike another pose to give them the spotlight and as you do you notice more muscles participating as well. Your lats, your abs, your several back muscles, and even your legs, all working together in unison to create flawless movement.This is incredible. The best, most wonderful body you've ever seen or felt, although you only ever had your previous 30-something body before, this is the best upgrade you could ever have dreamed of.Satisfied with the little show you just gave for now, you walk in the surprisingly spacious shower box, that could easily fit in just the bathroom of your previous home, and turn on the water. It comes out freezing cold. Your body knows it's barely above freezing temperatures and despite that, you couldn't be more serene. The temperature doesn't bother you, and in fact feels rather pleasant as it flows and washes over you, taking the last dregs of sleep with it. The cleaning lets you flex and thoroughly inspect your cock and body more closely than in the mirror, as you reach for your parts you study the intricacies of your physicality, how this body must've been made and forged in the sun by God himself with how perfect, unblemished and whole it is. And as you're still lost in your disbelief, you unknowingly but visibly frown at the thought you just had.As you come out of the shower refreshed and ready for today, you decide what to do next.>im hungry, time for breakfast>this bathroom is huge, how big is this house?>what's that damned noise coming from?>write-in
this is my first qst and today was a rush so i couldn't elaborate more on the scene. if there's activity i'll try to post today or earlier tomorrow.
>>6334514>what's that damned noise coming from?There's got to be a catch.Emprah Johnny Bravo? Hell yeah.
>>6334514>im hungry, time to go out for breakfastLet's find out how gay and stupid this world is.
>>6334514>what's that damned noise coming from?it must be the rape dwarf in the walls
>what's that damned noise coming from?do we own a musket for home defense?
>>6334514>for>im hungry, time for breakfastcome on you cant just expect me to not eat food do you?
>>6334921>>6334612>>6334898here goes nothing.
>>6334514As soon as you step out of the incredibly spacious bathroom, there it is again, that noise from earlier. It never stopped, you were just having so much fun in the mirror and shower that your mind just tuned it out. Well, here you are now, clean and alert, with an unknown noise that's impossible to ignore. So you decide to follow it.
>>6335123With a towel around your waist, you set forth through your home searching for whatever might be causing this noise in your head. Going through your bedroom first, okay it wasn’t there. Closet? no. Apparently I have an armory – Holy shit this place is stacked – also not there. Maybe the kitchen? It’s clean, equipped and seemingly organized by someone with borderline OCD. The noise is here but this is not where it’s coming from. The freezer room? stocked full with meats from animals that you both recognize and don't, also more silent than the rest of the borderline palace house you’ve got, so not here either. There’s a library, filled with so many books that it wouldn't be a surprise if it took you more than a thousand years to go through them all. It’s as silent as the freezer was but different, it felt more natural there than it is here. The study, with a sturdy wooden desk table and a sinfully comfortable chair, and the view. A full wall glass view of a majestic mountain range that'd leave anyone who saw it breathless, but it's different.The noise is bigger.
>>6335124As you walk towards the window, you can feel the change. It doesn't get louder or quieter, but broader. Like opening up the range to pick up more but without the interference that'd come with it. In your approach, you pass the desk and your chair, and the noise dims. It doesn't escape your notice. You take another step forward, to be sure, and it dims further. Turning your attention to your desk, you step closer, the noise immediately becoming clearer with each step. Standing right next to your chair, you can feel it almost there, like the last missing gaping hole of a puzzle, and you know that all you need to do to fill it is to sit.So you doThe world is barren. Disparaging, techno-barbarian tribes struggle and war for survival in this desolate wasteland. Oceans, once full of depth and life now lay wastelands filled with death and strife. Warlords roam and war freely amongst each other, vying for scraps of a now nearly forgotten golden age. Powers struggle for control and survival, utilizing and abusing any means within their reach. The planet spins amidst a chaotic sea of empyrean miasma, too thick for any human being to consider traveling its void waters. Looking further out you see them. The 4 faces from your dream in all their insanity, through their gaze they laugh, curse, invite, mock, praise, lie, promise you all at the same time and not. And before their tendrils can reach you.You raise from your throne.
>>6335134The psychic connection, amplified through your room, is now severed, leaving you with the revelation of where and when you are. You can’t go back to how your life was yesterday, this is your home, your life now. Your head is filled with a million thoughts but you must make a decision now.>explore the rest of the palace>still hungry, have breakfast>go outside>write-in
>>6335136>Breakfast.A growing boy gotta eat God damnit.>>6334852Also fucking kek that image.
>>6335136>still hungry, have breakfast
>>6335136>still hungry, have breakfast>wonder where my servants are for an estate this large
>still hungry, have breakfastlet's hope it aint corpse startch
>>6335136Can't tell if we're THE emperor or some other incredibly large but less psychically sensitive Terran warlord, which isn't entirely impossible.>still hungry, have breakfast
>>6335388how fucked would that be is at the end of the quest everything we built was destroyed by an even more beautiful chad of an emperor without trying by his psycho insane thunderwarriors
>>6335478>these supersoldiers cannot best me, my majicks are too grand!>"Oh hey, I was looking for you, SKELETON ATHIEST DEATH BLAST"It would be fucking goated if QM had the gall. The sheer disbelief of it is phenomenal.
>>6335489or imagine if we escaped and took our alt knowledge of 40k with us (im assuming our character has some knowledge from his own world)somewhere on terra Emps during the Horus Heresy is thinking "wonder what ever happened to that guy who kinda looked like me"meanwhile another galaxy over"okay so you guys are the psycho warriors and I am space king got it? now kill all aliens and women."
>>6335478That's when we see what he's doing and race him to the finish line; he can't unify Terra if WE UNIFY TERRA FIRST! Or, more likely, be in control of such a large portion of the planet that we're treating well enough that he feels it's reasonable to try for an alliance instead of brute-force us into submission.
had family business today so i'll only post tomorrow.>>6335141>>6335262>>6335308>>6335388votes counted for now and more people may vote later!>>6335564>>6335511I wish i was that creative.
>>6335652>>6335388>>6335308>>6335262>>6335141alright, recounted and almost fully ready. Still got something done though!
>>6335134“God-”a scowling frown leaves as soon as it appears.”That was a mistake.” You say to no one in particular, looming over your desk. You fear falling back on your chair and having it happen again, whatever the fuck it was. “How did I even get here in the first place?” You try and remember retracing your steps on a day barely begun, an impossibly accurate clarity paints and replays your recent memory, showing you details you would’ve never noticed before. ‘Why is there so much gold everywhere?’ you think and add another question to the growing pile. As your mind returns to your dreams, all you can remember are nightmares. Though it no longer terrorizes, their absurdity still baffles and disgusts you even awake.Your stomach quakes, a deep and powerful grumble – bigger than any you’ve ever felt in your previous life – indicating your growing hunger.
>>6335980“Right, I still have to eat.” You remind yourself with a few pats on your abs, it simply feels wrong to call it a belly with how hard and defined it is. Walking towards the kitchen, you try to ignore the noise, you just found out, comes from literally everywhere, routing your mind to other things that might catch your notice instead. And it does. Something faint, silent, like it’s trying very hard to be out of your way, constantly moving around and with each step you take, making an island of artificial calm around you. Though appreciated, you can’t help but feel a little unnerved at this. ‘Are you the one causing this? or is there something else? maybe someone?’
>>6335987The thoughts and gold decorations distract you until you return to the kitchen, still with just a humid towel as garment, you see a full course breakfast already made and prepared for you. “What? How?” You can’t help but question the room as you approach the feast. Eggs, Meats, Juices, Cereals, Fruits, There’s everything here! You know the meat might’ve come from your stashed full freezer, but you couldn’t have guessed that you had so much food here. “Am I supposed to eat all of this by myself?” You try to ask the shifting not-silence around you to no avail. You take your seat to eat your feast when the size of the fruits takes your notice. “Have they always been this small?” You take what seems to be an orange from the table and it’s barely larger than a marble in your hand. You pop it in your mouth to taste and find yourself mistaken, it’s a tangerine. Still pretty good though. You take a piece of cutlery to try the rest, because it’d just be ridiculous if you ate all of this food with just your hands, even at its size.
>>6335990It’s delicious, you pick something else to try and it’s also delicious. You take some of the meat that appears to be bacon to you and as it touches your tongue, you’re not sure it’s bacon but you don’t care, you can’t remember having anything taste this good in your life! Every bite you take is an explosion of texture and flavor you’ve never experienced at this level of quality. You can guess and feel some similarities to the food you used to have but comparing this to that is just plain wrong, like drinking water from an oasis after an eternity in a desert of acrid piss and shit. You open your eyes again, not realizing they were even closed to begin with and stop. There’s someone in front of you. A full suit of golden armor and red accents is standing in front you, watching you eat. How did it even get so close without you hearing it? “Is everything alright, my lord?” It says.>yes, everything’s perfect.>who are you?>come eat with me>write-in
>>6335996>yes, everything’s perfect.My mind burns for answers, but I'll play it cool to start out with and then work my way into finding out what I want to know. It feels like it would be a mistake to bluntly ask who the person before me is.
>>6335996>yes, everything’s perfect.>remind me again, good man... what was your full legal name?
>>6335996>>write-in>yes, everything’s perfect.>I find myself in a strange mood. It's as if I've awoken a new man, and appreciating everything I have more than before.
>>6336005I like this. +1
>>6336005+1
>>6336005I like where this is going.+1
>>6335996>show off your body (and cock) to the golden suit
>>6335996>yes, everything’s perfect.>by the way, what's the current date, it seems i've lost track of time
quick question. the emperor only starter being called that after he met malcador right? so what would the custodes call the emperor when he didn't have that name yet? sire? liege? just my lord?also gonna be a little late today. new wardrobe just arrived.
>>6336435Mr. E, of course.
>>6336441Kek, right on.
>>6336005>>6336003>>6336001>>6336298alright it's done
>>6335996“Yes, Everything is perfect.” You blurt out before the surprise reaches your face. “I merely find myself in a strange mood this morning.” You continue, hoping the bullshit excuse is enough for this guy. “Understood, Mr E.” He responds, in a monotone full of purpose. You go back to your food and reach for some more of that not-bacon, closing your eyes in delight as you savor the masterfully cooked meat and fat. Opening your eyes again, you see that your golden companion is still with you, silent and still. “Say, are these new?” You question him, trying to escape this awkward silence. “Mostly, my Liege. The meat came in today in a trade caravan from the ethnarchy, and the rest is the result of last week’s hydroponics experiments at the third north-eastern platform.” “Yes, splendid results.” you say taking in another bite.
>>6336598Okay, let’s review. 1- I need to keep my cool around this guy, he’s super fucking weird. Why’s he wearing that armor? And why is it gold?! So impractical!! 2- There was an apparent race war by the sound of that ‘ethnarchy’. Did any side win? Honestly I'd rather not know. 3- Apparently I’m someone important enough to be someone’s Liege. Where in the hierarchy am I located though? Lastly, it seems the calm around me is being coordinated by this guy. Although he seems to be completely still and silent, he’s constantly sending microsignals to who-knows-where with his body in that armor. How the fuck is that even possible and why is someone like that calling me their liege?!.Is there anything else? I need more info.>report>so you’re…?>walk with me>write-in
i really should read over what I write but then this wouldn't come out today.
>>6336600>Report>Any information that can be gathered without it being obvious you're phishing for info is neccessary.
>>6336600>I mentioned my strange mood... It is a mood for new beginnings, and new perspectives>Bring me our historical records, please. The most basic, with the fewest baked-in assumptions.meaning ones we're less likely to be confused as fuck trying to read, lol
>>6336625>>6336639We can do both of these."Give me a quick rundown on the latest happenings. After that, I'd like to review some basic historical overviews. How far back do our records go?"
no update today cuz it's family day,happy family day to all
oh fuck i didn't check 4chan at all today gotta write!>>6336639>>6336625>>6336651counted as write-insgood shit.
>>6336600You “Hmmm” musingly as you bring a glass of juice to your lips, you have no idea what fruit it’s made out of but it’s still as delicious as the rest. You set the glass after savoring it for a good moment. “Have you the latest report?”. His silent coordination stops as his focus turns completely to you. “Yes, Sire. The gene-conditioning and training of the warriors you’ve recruited is progressing without issue. We currently have 5 legions battle ready, and are projected to quadruple their host within 30 days.” –I have an army?!– “Nomad caravans say that Ursh is preparing an invasion on Akkad, though they don’t believe the information is accurate.” Alright, there might be a war soon, that explains the army. “Yndonesic refugees tell of a Panpacific invasion on the Yndonesic bloc and the Xeric tribes.” Nevermind! There’s one already happening!! “Scouts report of Indoi migrants settling near the ranges, possibly to escape future conflict. And the General Project remains on stand by”You bring up your glass to enjoy another sip, you deserve it after managing to keep your poker face through all of that. Time to bullshit your way through this, you can do it! “Hmm”, you swivel your juice around as if it were wine, and put on a soft smile on your lips “This is progressing quickly. Action is coming.” You can’t help but giggle internally at the little reference of a shitty joke from your past life “Bring me to the archives.” Instead of replying immediately, your golden friend hesitates before asking “Your personal archives or the general archives, Sir?”>write-in>general>personal
>>6337669>Personal"Well, I was going to look over some basic history but now that you mention it, there are some things I need to review from my personal documents."This should clarify some details such as who the gilded kitten is.
>>6337669>personal
>>6337686+1>>6337669
>personal>>6337686>>6337859>>6337866counted and written
>>6337669“I’ll need the personal archives this time, there are some things I need to review from my personal registry” You say with decreasing fake confidence. You take one final bite out of your meal, leaving barely a dent in your breakfast feast and stand despite how much you ate. It was probably being refilled as you gorged yourself and you were too engrossed in it to notice, you hope it’ll still be here when you come back. “Well, let us go then.” You say motioning him to guide you on.The living golden armor leads you back to your bedroom and stands near the doorway, leaving you clueless in the middle of the room.’Is that it? This is where it’s supposed to be? This is just the bedroom!’ You monologue as you slowly pace through the room ‘An incredibly nice and comfortable bedroom but still one nonetheless and not a personal archive!’ You could not be anywhere nearer internal panic right now, but externally, you’re the undisputed definition of serenity. ‘Alright, let’s calm down and think through this carefully. There could still be something here that I missed, right?’ You quickly glance at your companion, hoping for any hints as to where the archives are hidden, but he remains a statue. ‘Nothing from him.’ You glance at the bed. ‘Probably nothing there either.’You make a full stop and decide to take in everything in the room. There’s the supremely comfortable bed, where you’ve had both the best sleep and worst nightmare in at the same time. The window, with the same beautiful mountain range view as the study. Doors that lead to the closet and out the room. A bookshelf, filled with thick, hard leather books that don’t feel right to you. A corner armchair, facing the bed and the window view, with a side table next to it, holding a book that immediately piques your interest when you look at it.‘Maybe go for the…’>bookshelf>armchair book>write-in
>>6338197>armchair bookGotta go with your gut.In other news, Big E has a cuck chair.
>>6338201it's for guests
>>6338204>It's for guests
>>6338201a CONTEMPLATION chair, for Big E's Big Thinks.>>6338197>sit in the cuckchair, read the hotel bible or whatever it is
>>6338197>bookshelf
