Let us see the internal workings of the sclerotic Imperium of Man through the eyes of a willing lackey. Let us tap the mind of a loyal lapdog of a mass-murdering theocratic dictatorship. Let us hear the forbidden thoughts of a disgruntled watchman. Do not shut your ears, but listen, and listen well. Let us hear of the ills and ailings of future man from the horse's mouth. Let us hear first-hand of this cavalcade of petty parasites, counterproductive dogmatists, frothing fanatics, corrosive traitors and self-serving scoundrels. Let us hear the truth of human folly in the decrepit Age of Imperium. Nowadays, man has turned senile and dumb, his fearful eyes refusing to see, his blinkered mind rejecting his innate curiosity and genius, his sluggish feet moving in nought but a fruitless circle fivehundred generations in the making.Īn ancient philosopher from the misty Age of Terra once claimed that he would rather teach truth to one intelligent man than entertain ten thousand fools.
Once upon a time, the sinful ancestors of latter day's degenerate descendants fell to machine revolt, civil strife and diabolical calamities. Once upon a time, man in his prime worshipped at the altar of science and reason, and his soaring technology came close to unlocking the secrets of eternity itself. Once upon a time, the earthly trinity of Man of Gold, Stone and Iron bestrode the cosmos with unsurpassed wisdom and skill, fashioning a mortal paradise for themselves across twain million worlds and innumerable void installations. This is the best mankind can hope for, under the suffocating reign of the High Lords of Terra.īear witness to the stumbling colossus on feet of clay that man has become. Ever since this crippling catastrophe, humanity has been left treading water, like a man doomed to drown out at sea. Yet the brilliant renaissance of man was cut short by common human treachery, and mankind's re-ascendance to its former pinnacles of knowledge and craft died in the flames of a ravaged galaxy. Forged in a hopeless age of ruin and strife, the early Imperium shone bright with torches of promise and hope, carried aloft by a walking god amongst men and borne to the farthest edges of the Milky Way galaxy by His all-conquering Legions.
In the grim darkness of the far future, there can be no victor.īehold the sprawling realm of man, stretched thin across the starspangled void.īehold its million worlds and uncounted voidholms, where man thrives bitterly under the rule of uncaring overlords.īehold its countless armies and mighty armadas, each host and fleet nothing but a cogwheel in a titanic machinery greased by human blood, sweat and tears.īear witness to the Imperium of Man in all its power and glory, and ken it as the dead-end of human interstellar civilization.
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