Builders of Fate

It is the 41st Millenium, and there is only war...

For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Terra. He is the master of mankind and the master of a million worlds by the might of his inexaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls die every day, for whom blood is drunk and flesh eaten. Human blood and human flesh-the stuff of which the Imperium is made and lives upon.

To be a person in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. This is a tale of these times. It is this universe you live in today, a dark and terrible era where you will find little comfort or hope. If you wish to take part in these upcoming adventures, then prepare yourself now. Forget the power of technology, science and common humanity. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for there is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage, slaughter, darkness and despair drowned by the laughter of thirsting gods.

But the universe is a big place and, whatever happens, you will not be missed…

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