|cURSE THE SMALL OF MIND!
||[May. 22nd, 2006|01:24 pm]
The "Racist" Warhammer and Warhammer 40K Community
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Being highly prejudist, generalised, and what people might fling the term 'nazi' at, I thought it fit well in this community. I don't buy their crap anymore but the fluff still fascinates me.
The Meritocracy Legion - Chaos Space Marines, noble of action, seperated from the pointless chaos of their fellow rebels in a similar manner to the Iron Warriors. Guard of potential and meaning, merciless persecutors of the tiny people.
They crusade about the Imperium, tearing down the authority in a blaze of destructive confusion, and reshape society. Those deemed small of mind, without a drive to make themselves more than the norms of a stultifying, strictly rigid dictatorship like, say, the Imperium (Not europe's christendom but galactic Emperordom - a worse religion, for instead of reshaping itself every few generations to make itself more attractive, it never changes due to its oppressiveness) are rounded up, and their pointless, trouble-making vestiges of willpower are removed from them completely. They become the slave race they always should have been. The other half of the population (the minority! boo hoo) become the higher classes, able to reach their varied potential now that the resource gathering, mundane aspects of life, and indeed the entire defence of the society, is taken care of by the slaves. When the Imperial ships drift over to reclaim their right to the planet, they are attacked by their former servants. The Legion could well have move on to the next world already.
[Meritocracists Primarch was dumped in a strict religious society, though there was also the fallacy somehow abound that the Emperor loved all people equally. An idiot culture was thus popularly maintained, and those of worth were treated abominably, much time was wasted and many potentially good minds were filled with confusing crap almost to the point of uselessness. The Primarch immediately went about gathering a band of followers, having to operate stealthily at first due to the extent of the mental disease on the population. With every victory, though, more flocked to find him. The Emperor's golden ship came into orbit and the Emperor himself came down to the war torn capital to find the Primarch himself sitting on the throne. Men had been made out of worms and those with feeble minds but ferocious tongues were standing at court with their mouths stitched up. The Primarch reasoned the sense of not bowing down immediately to someone he did not know, but graciously accepted the Emperor's offer to join him. However, within a few days at the Golden Palace the Primarch became bored and frustrated. Horus whispered to him how his ideals were the same, and the Primarch was pleased, but without witnessing proof or action left Terra even earlier than the Warmaster. His information gatherers quickly led him and his Legion to the growing rebellion however, and he devoted all his energies to joining the invasion of Terra. Around the time of the Emperor boarding Horus's ship, however, he had a personal crisis. Enjoying the application of new thinking and the destruction that followed, but unsure of what it meant in the long run and started to lose heart in his newfound cause, though he had always known it was not necessarily the greatest and most perfect. Bitter at everything he withdrew without seeing the conclusion of the Heresy, attacking anything in sight as he retreated at an inconsistent pace. His followers did as they pleased, some following, some pursuing their own varied goals. Thus the Legion is split up to this day, it's strength and numbers waxing and waning as its scattered representatives pursue agendas with different people, groups, philosophies, places and energies. And its popularity with outcasts and those simply not sure of their place in life taking hold even more inconsistently, though it does not seem likely its flame will ever go out.]
Battle Cry - Keep your existence down! Or face erasion!