That’s what I did when I read this article! Did you really need to write a two-score paragraph rant about other people’s lack of creativity?

That’s what I did when I read this article! Did you really need to write a two-score paragraph rant about other people’s lack of creativity?

Thats my chapter basicly, but i am writing an longer story (most of it soo far is about some famous battle, one against Tau, one against Necrons and one gaisnt Orks soo far.)

My Army is called the “Battle Reamers” they are called his because they have sex with the assholes of those they defeat in battle (obviously), and they don't discriminate and are therefor one of the most open minded chapters in the Emperium. They hale from the ring world of Buttholia, but after it was destroyed by space pirates they vowed to use their butt lust for the good of mankind. From that day forth they have been Corn holing their way across the universe and leaving nothing but a swore asshole to all those they come across. They're distinctive features that separate them from other main stream non-butt fucking chapters is that they go into battle without a crotch plate and have a strong attraction to assless leather chaps. Each marine's armor is painted to match their specific penis skin tone…which ranges from all sorts of colors (like I said, they don't discriminate). Their gene seed was taken from the Emperors own penis! Although this makes the marines just as strong as any other marine, the gene typically makes the marine go bald, with the acceptance of a few curly black hairs that grow from the top of their heads, as well as giving each battle brother the renown “butt chin”. Aboard their battle barge “the Dick Ship” the chapter sails the space seas giving it to any asshole that threatens mankind. Fear not Emperium, the Battle Reamers are here to defend your ass and fuck the asses of anyone who is in any way different from you!

My Army is called the “Battle Reamers” they are called his because they have sex with the assholes of those they defeat in battle (obviously), and they don't discriminate and are therefor one of the most open minded chapters in the Emperium. They hale from the ring world of Buttholia, but after it was destroyed by space pirates they vowed to use their butt lust for the good of mankind. From that day forth they have been Corn holing their way across the universe and leaving nothing but a swore asshole to all those they come across. They're distinctive features that separate them from other main stream non-butt fucking chapters is that they go into battle without a crotch plate and have a strong attraction to assless leather chaps. Each marine's armor is painted to match their specific penis skin tone…which ranges from all sorts of colors (like I said, they don't discriminate). Their gene seed was taken from the Emperors own penis! Although this makes the marines just as strong as any other marine, the gene typically makes the marine go bald, with the acceptance of a few curly black hairs that grow from the top of their heads, as well as giving each battle brother the renown “butt chin”. Aboard their battle barge “the Dick Ship” the chapter sails the space seas giving it to any asshole that threatens mankind. Fear not Emperium, the Battle Reamers are here to defend your ass and fuck the asses of anyone who is in any way different from you!

Name: Razor Angels
Color Scheme: Purple, with bone secondary and bronze highlights on a healthy dose of suitably archaic-looking Dark Angel bits, (emphasis on feathers and wings) and a lot of very small, hand-written scripture.
Modus Oparandi: Rapid-Insertion tactics, Two-front strikes (Chapter is Fleet based)

The Razor Angels are a relatively new addition to the ranks of the Astartes, being only a few thousand years old, and a tertiary founding of the Dark Angels. Originally stewards of the Bellerophon system, the Tyrranid swarm that descended upon their homeworld (born by a sundered space hulk) not only taxed them to their limits in terms of men and material, it tainted them for all time.

The death of Bio-Monstrosity that governed the slavering hordes chapter Abbot Armitage Grimlocke emitted a psycich death screech that slew thousands of gaurdsmen and drove dozens of stalwart Razor Angels irredeemably mad in an instant. Those that survived (but a handful near the epicenter) would unwittingly bear a creeping doom unto their chapter. All those who survived the battle with the Maw of the Void, would one by one, in the centuries to come, develop wild and uncontrollable psychic power. Too wild to be inducted into the librarius, and too powerful and dangerous to be allowed to remain in ranks of their brothers, these Forsaken would undertake the Death Crusade, the final act of contrition and absolution; scattered alone and set upon enemy hordes in remote locales to die in whatever carnage they could engender.

Unfortunately, the taint had taken, silently slipping into the Angels’ gene-seed, and quietly corrupting some of their number, and time would mark out those thus afflicted…

The Razor Angels are thus a fleet based chapter, operating from a couple of battle barges, including the mighty Angelus Dominae. Taking on men and material wherever they might they make a special mission of rapid intervention actions, particularly to foil planetary or continental invasions, saving a special ire for the Tyrranid, whom they abhor and pursue above all others.

Needless to say, the Razor Angels keep their secret to themselves, and more than a few Inquisitors have become suspicious of their reclusiveness, and the discovery of their taint would spell the end of their chapter, or at least a bloody excommunication and exile.
Thus, the Angels keep their number of chaplains large, and librarians small, to instruct and compel them to duty, and to draw attention away from their perril

The Razor angels favor large squads of assault marines and frequently use them in pincer actions with drop-pod deployed dreadnoughts. They Especially revere vanguard veterans, have a penchant for power weapons (few sergeants will do without them) field comparatively little heavy ground armor, and lean heavily on versatile and potent (if volatile) Plasma weaponry.

They have a good infantry base but are more inclined to veichles, especialy ones they have created or modified to better suit diffrent situations. Their name comes from their planet which was man-made, (from multipul metals but mainly steel hence the name) not given to the chapter commander by the emperor, but built for the emperor by the chapter (I am trying to cut down on the fluff that comes after this.). Their Crowning achivement is the Decimator(currently named) Landraider, and the rainmaker Whirlwind.

They have a good infantry base but are more inclined to veichles, especialy ones they have created or modified to better suit diffrent situations. Their name comes from their planet which was man-made, (from multipul metals but mainly steel hence the name) not given to the chapter commander by the emperor, but built for the emperor by the chapter (I am trying to cut down on the fluff that comes after this.). Their Crowning achivement is the Decimator(currently named) Landraider, and the rainmaker Whirlwind.

We are based on the fictitious warp-clouded asteroid belt between Neptune and Pluto, recently dubbed “the Rings Around Uranus.”

Our armour is black the Emperor’s bumhole and gold like the light that shines from it (hence the name).

That’s about as creative as I can get at the moment. But I’m new to this whole WH40K thing (I did play Space Hulk when it first came out) and I dig articles like this. They give me good things to think about and a fresh excuse to put jollies like this on forums.

For the Emperor!

We are based on the fictitious warp-clouded asteroid belt between Neptune and Pluto, recently dubbed “the Rings Around Uranus.”

Our armour is black the Emperor’s bumhole and gold like the light that shines from it (hence the name).

That’s about as creative as I can get at the moment. But I’m new to this whole WH40K thing (I did play Space Hulk when it first came out) and I dig articles like this. They give me good things to think about and a fresh excuse to put jollies like this on forums.

For the Emperor!