The Emperor was a tyrant, a glorious tyrant perhaps, but he was an extreme hypocrite yet his word was to be obeyed without question. For his first flaw he invokes a namely Stalinist leadership where his lies are huge and acceptance of their false reality was mandatory. Any identity that did not conform to his will was stomped out or subjugated, and deviancy erased in a campaign of genocide. His viewpoint of the religion was that "the last priest should be crushed by the collapsed ruins of the last temple" in his misguided attempt to defeat the gods of the immaterium, murdering countless societies on the basis that they dare to hold onto the religion of their worlds instead of abandoning their beliefs immediately at the sight of a shiny space prophet of atheism. Really by subjective definition the Emperor is a Satanist, as real Satanists are just atheists that are pricks about it [Cite; VICE News] As for the Emperor's vibrant economy, it proves nothing, except maybe the power of Competition as a motivator for humanity. The Imperium of Man under the Emperor was an amped up war economy, because a sucessful war is highly profitable. World after world you conquor is aquireing more and more resources, manpower, and production, all being vitalized to acquire even more land. With the breakneck pace of conquest, implementation of superwarriors, and one of the greatest scientific minds with access to the inteligencia of the galaxy combined with a near infinite resource pool, no isolated culture could hope to stand against the growing fist of the Imperium. The problem is the sheer level of conformity, the price of deviance was death. The Emperor had a brutal metric by with the lives of empires were measured by blatantly false ideals, and that was his greatest sin. The judgement of the Emperor was absolute, he takes singular control of the path of man and yet he lies to all, he refuses to confide in even his most trusted sons, alienating all from this idea of a man. The Edict of Nikae shows all that needs to be shown of what truly passes for the Emperor's justice. Magnus had founded the Libraries of the Legion, a force studying the ways of the imaterium, the Warp presence of Prosper itelf a variable utopia of knowledge and learning. And yet as the Crusade was reaching its conclusion, the Librarium was no longer as needed as it once was, so the Emperor decided to shut it down in it's entirety, limiting what was legal to study and censuring the acquisition of knowledge. And worst of all, he never deigns to give a reason why, not to his own sons who bled and died for him, he simply orders them to forsake all they believed in and expects complete obedience. It's like what Alfabusa jokes about in his videos, I think the Emperor would very much want to create the Human Hive mind with his mind serving as the central processor, every mortal just a mere extension of his will, their individuality stripped away in the name of his vision. For a man who claims to be the Avatar of Humanity, the only religion he accepted in life was the Machine Cult, one that praised him as the Ominishiah of Technology and whose goal for mankind was to strip them down to the cold mechanical precision of artificial life, for each human to be a mere cog in their galactic machine, for one who claims to know what is best for mankind he sure had no faith in it. Really, I see what the Imperium is to be an inevitability, just one brought to expiedince by the interference of chaos. The loyal citizens are expected to be obedient, ignorant, and intolerant of divergence, to shun hope, ambition, passion, and enlightenment, where technological progression is an elitist venture reserved only for the most trusted of high ranking officials in some secret lab on some repressed hellforge of a world, where the aristocracy is to be as unquestionable as the Emperor himself unless his actions are disloyal, at which point he will probably be replaced by some brutal dictator sent in by the High Lords to ensure a return to absolute order. Thus is why I forsake the Emperor, not because of some slight against me, but because his lies make his cause unjust, because the cost of his order outweighs what is lost, and his domination is the bane of all notions of freedom. Add to it his tendency to forake his minions that have outlived their usefulness in his lifetime just plain undermines anything he hoped to accomplish.
man, the story must have really gone to shit after all these years if its been written in that the Emperor stole his divine power from the most evil beings in the universe. What's next, Angron becomes an intellectual pacifist?
And again u just quoted your whole post and didnt mention the points I ignored. For me > it looks like I took every part of your quote and mentioned in mine. I even said, that we would feel a little remorse too! See, it would be for a greater good! Ukraine obviously can't defend itself! With us, it would be bigger and stronger!
"But the guiding part of the emperor is only a myth. He have no more rights on terra, than some random eldar." Treachery is ripe. Would you cast aspersion on the God Emperor who even now watches over this world lest it be overrun by Chaos!? You seem to have misunderstood the nature of myth and logic! There are no stories left to fill the void save what has been passed down from an Age that has come and gone, and no evidence bars it from entering the mind as possible. How do you reach the conclusion that because it is older than books and no counter speculation is any more viable, that it is wrong? Have you brushed the Emperor's mind? Have you been struck down, prostrate in the presence of the God Emperor's eternal light? Have you shielded your eyes from His Majesty? Have you... heard the whispers, as he looks into your very soul? Words beyond comprehension... more than one voice. More than a handful. And you glimpse a host before the purity begins to gnaw at your imperfect soul and your eyes become downcast with sorrow and disappointment, as though a weight of a galaxy lies about your shoulders and you are but one man, a heart of iron in an ocean of decay. No one to call brother anymore. Time has robbed you of your intimacy with humanity. And that is your deepest regret as you stare out at the ranks of armor-clad Angels of Death, bred for the cold and calculating, the grim and necessary. You do not KNOW them. You will not stand at their side and share in the glory and death, victory and defeat. Because you are as God to them, upon whose brow rests the Diadem of the Untouched. Sons? Huh. Sons indeed. Warriors and warrior priests, constructed to seed the galaxy with the purity of their host, to unite a galaxy at war with itself and the malevolent mirror which yawns across the void, eager to feast on dreams and the pleasures of peace until only the horrors of battle remain. Steadfast in belief of the cleanliness of their directive. Yet they wonder, as you do, how this has come to be. And you stare down at them and, in that brief moment before the light overcomes them, they stare back. So much tragedy swirls in this brief instant. Soldiers of the Damned and dying. Such a mockery of the ideals which first guided His path. And that day came. The stare grew furious. Treachery had found root. Fear had found way into the heart of the Astartes, and the origin of that silent exchange became clear: what the Emperor had wrought was flawed, subject to corruption. And that day came, upon Holy Terra as He stared into the blue of midday sky, and perhaps beyond. Betrayal. The greatest sort of imperfection. How? Where had it gone so wrong? The oversight was staggering as He reflected. The lack of purity coincided with their lack of sacrifice, their lack of context. While not always fatal, it is indeed an infection within the geneseed and its implantation. Their loyalty was not chief among their attributes, prior to being picked up by the Imperium. It had not been an all consuming force, a bedrock of faith ground in by undying trust throughout a life within a galaxy of horrors. They had not felt within themselves the desperate need to cleanse the galaxy with a purifying wind of order, to stem the nightmares that poured forth in unending waves to devour. The Destiny of Mankind was not as fire racing through their veins in its fury. The very heart of the animal soul within men, the very definition of defiance incarnate. And so He turned to one whom He might could call brother, for the trust He had in him. Malcador the Sigillite. To him, He commissioned the task of forming a brotherhood whose unity in their willingness to sacrifice all, in the pursuit of bringing Justice and Order to a galaxy in the very grip of Chaos, would be their greatest strength - the fire within the soul so that they may carry the flame which must now pass from him. And again, of them he spoke thusly: "One unbreakable shield against the coming darkness One last blade forged in defiance of fate Let them be my legacy to the galaxy I conquered And my final gift to the species I failed." Humanity's greatest soldiers. One unbreakable shield against the coming darkness. A single righteous blade of coherence thrust against an unstoppable tide of inevitable delirium. As it always has been, from the first moment the shamans gathered against the howling of Chaos, and as it always shall be. Take heart, brothers. For Grey Knights or no, we are untainted, unbowed and unbroken. And today, we stand with our Emperor against a galaxy of enemies. We shall not fail, we shall not fall until our task is done.
Probably when he decided to burn whole planet to taught his son a lesson. Being a dick to his other sons didnt help also.
De'totor: The mistake you make, and what many others were making, is that you keep referencing these sorts of actions through the scope of current politics. Which makes little to no sense. Even from a philosophical and/or humanist standpoint. Do you understand what the warp is? Do you understand how stupidly powerful and what an unstoppable force it is? Do you understand that the most powerful beings ever to have lived in the galaxy, The Old Ones who literally created entire and countless numbers of species and seeded them throughout the galaxy, fell to the unimaginable forces spawned from the Immaterium? And this is to say nothing of the horrors of Eldar themselves, Tyranids, Orks, Tau, C'tan, Necron and even other humans. At what fucking point does the end start justifying the means for you? There is no fucking alternative. The Eldar had the greatest civilization the galaxy has ever known and they were not ruled by tyrants. In fact, out of all the players during that time period, The Old Ones were definitely the good guys. And they were utterly destroyed. Even now the Eldar are slipping into extinction. These are the kinds of forces that threaten humanity. That's what makes warhammer so fucking awesome, because they present you with this cold, tragic fucking universe where yes, it is necessary to embrace the purity of metal, and to replace your bones with rods of iron and shove cybornetic implants deep into various tissues and pray to the Machine God sleeping in the clanks of heavy machinery within your power armor, in order to have a fighting chance as a foot soldier caught between your questionable superiors and the hellspawned entities barreling at you across the void, with the pure and unmitigated desire to wipe humanity out down to the last man woman and child and who have every bit of firepower necessary to do so if you don't find a way to stop them. And the only fucking plus side there is being that you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Emperor, the undeniable epitome of purity shinning into the black chasm of unavoidable fate, has given you access to some of his weaponry, which include the biggest fucking guns the universe has ever seen and which are blessed with holy magic. And you know that his power as your God Emperor is dependent on the steady, unstoppable and deadly- accurate report of your bolter leveled at a field of bloodthirsty Zenos and Heretics. The point of Warhammer is not to find fitting solutions for real world circumstances, but to craft a dark reflection of the imagination of the early centuries during the crusades in our own history, and to contextualize it amid a harrowing selection of pointless alternatives given the sheer power and numbers of those who would bring utter ruination. What if Jesus was forced to confront the reality that the world of man needed to be conquered and not saved, because if it was not, it would be leveled in its entirety? He would take the blood from his veins and implant it in the heart of his greatest soldiers, bind them in consecrated manacles of power armor and the holy oaths which adorned them. And it would beautiful and sad and most of all, really, really, really, really fucking badass and hardcore as fuck. Shut up Sergoros, no one is taking you seriously any more. His soldiers were indeed corruptible. He was right not to trust them. Even if it was his distrust that caused them to turn away, they could still indeed be turned against him. And so that weakness would have been exploited even if the Emperor HAD been more trusting, eventually. That's how fucking Chaos works. Do any of you pay attention to the history and it's causes and effects or are you all literally just talking out of your asses? I'm not saying you shouldn't be a Chaos fan or a Tau or Eldar fan or any of that. Obviously not, that's stupid. What I'm saying is, if you're picking them because you think the Emperor is a giant douche who has no idea what he's doing and, even if he does, he's doing it all wrong, then that shows that you don't understand the lore at all. I'm a huge necron fan, despite the fact that they're probably the most fucked up race outside of Warp-spawn, Chaos Gods and the like. Definitely the most fucked up of humanoid species. But they're so fucking metal, jesus christ, I can't not love them. But at the same time, I have to admit that the various lengths to which the Emperor has gone to prepare for and combat entities, such as the necrons or others similarly disposed towards humanity, seem to be not only one of the few options available, but more importantly, entirely necessary for the continued survival of humanity. His decision making is not perfect, as we see with the corruption of the Space Marines, but if he were even slightly prone to make mistakes, any of the numerous races intent on doing so would make piecemeal out of humanity. Hyper intelligence is a trait among some of these enemies of mankind, in case you forgot. Their cunning knows no limits an no weakness will go untested. That being the case, nothing short of absolute obedience and loyalty is acceptable
