I'm actually a fan of the Word Bearers, though more a fan of their Unification Wars identity, the Imperial Heralds. Or more appropriately, the Iconoclasts. Also you can't tell me that the Ashen Circle models aren't gorgeous. Hand Flamers and Axe-Rakes? Those alone made me almost crumble and declare Word Bearers as my Legion of choice. You know. If I had the money and time to play 30k. Also sad and not at all surprised that the Death Guard gets no love. But the Plague Father loves you all, regardless. I would also be okay with the Luna Wolves, though they are the Legion I know the least about. Because they were the big baddies which made me stay away, found the other Traitors much more interesting. I say this only because one of those confounded personality quizzes marked me as one of those Archtraitor Black Legion.
Oh, I'm also willing to throw my lot in with the Dark Angels. While I admit they have never been my favorite Legion/Chapter, I do find some of their aesthetics quite appealing. That and my true goal is to force Dasan to face the one reality that he has as of yet refused to. Traitor Dark Angels.
Well if I was voting, I would've done Luna Wolves, World Eaters and Death Guard since the DG simply emit that hidden badass stance few of the legions on the list have, with the exception of Iron Warriors We'll see if anyone else adds anything, but so far just by skimming over it, it seems the Emperor's Children are leading by 1 vote! :O Never expected that one to happen really, never thought that many guys like Fulgrim and his lot, especially since Slaanesh stuff is by far the ugliest to read of all 4 Gods Guess this means we are all quite mature? Or maybe not
Technically.... Nurgle stuff is the ugliest to write about. Slaanesh is all about beauty and letting your emotions roam free!
Of course! All the master artists were Slaaneshis.... Not to forget that is also what Eldar were about and look they gave birth to that monster in the first place xD
Here you go for your own pleasure, an piece from Angel Exterminatus describing what Iron Warriors saw, who stood and waited for Fulgrim and his dudes to show up, right before Phoenican arrived. These are his "royal consorts" ""Mass psychogenic hysteria gripped the thousands of men and women, who screamed and laughed and cried like mourners or celebrants. They fought, they fornicated; moving to the rapid, pulsing beat of a driving imperative that none among the Iron Warriors could know. They carried towering banners, streaming gonfalons and serrated pennants ablaze with imagery that was at once obscene and alluring, repugnant and inviting. Forrix recognised none of the heraldry, feeling a gut-deep revulsion at the graceful sweeps of the symbols worked into the textured banners; a meld of curves and voluptuous arcs penetrated by hard lines with barbed arrowheads atop their length. Nor were all the members of the host equal; kings and queens and princes were feted in all their finery; silks and steel, velvet and leather. Their crowns were bone, their orbs the skulls of willing sacrifices, and the sceptres made from the woven fingers of the handless handmaidens attending them. And just as there were the gaudy courts of royal madness, so too were there regicides by the dozen as pretenders tore them down and took their bloodied crowns for themselves. As degenerate as the dancing host’s behaviour was, it was nothing compared to the physical malformations wrought on the flesh of its number. Some disfigurements appeared to be congenital, others the work of swords or maces in ritualised combat, but the vast majority appeared to have been engineered by scalpels, bone saws and genetic modification. Men with anatomies reversed by horrific surgery capered on their hands, with legs sutured to their shoulders and faces in their bellies. Vat-grown cherub-grubs led packs of wild, spine-backed creatures, like the bastard by-blows of loathsome centipedes and giant scorpions. Women cavorted naked with scented oils slathering their bared breasts. Many were gifted with breasts beyond the number decreed by nature, and these violet-hued individuals were attended by howling slaves and weeping devotees. Amid the heaving, spasming march of the decadent host, some were content to dance, some to debase, others to violate, yet more to scream their throats bloody as they drove their bodies to lunatic extremes of excess. They howled with the hybrid monsters and the most desperate for sensation set themselves ablaze and laughed as the flames consumed them. Forrix took his helmet from the mag-lock on his thigh as the rapturous mass of degenerates drew near and the acrid tang of perfumes began to discomfit him. ‘I saw some strange things on Isstvan,’ began Forrix, ‘but this is…’ He snapped his helm into the gorget seals as vocabulary failed him. No mere words could give name or reason to this behaviour, no codes of honour could reconcile this madness with the militaristic perfection and arrogant swagger the Emperor’s Children had once possessed.""""
are yes... great art... thats what they created.. not what they destroyed to instead smear feces and blood on a painting. and im sure noise marines actually plays music and not connection feedback. to qoute Fulgrim himself, Humans are terrible followers of slannesh, they die so quickly on the path of excess, arstartes on the other hand was created for eternal war, they are perfectly suited to the dark prince.
As I said. Pure beauty. Idk where you see anything disgusting at all? Yeah people cannot deal with pure pleasure, poor them, I know
