It is the 41ste melennium. For more then 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 a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustable armies.
He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with the power of the dark age of technology.
He is the Carrion lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacreficed every day , so that he may never truly die
De begin woorden van een heeeleboel boeken, van een tabletop wargame, en een aantal computerspellen, welk spel zoek ik?
Free speech?....... Yeah about as free as a Ferrari!!
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante