A Glimpse of Hell ...

The odyssey continues ... with a harrowing.
Imagine now, a meatgrinder. We're speaking ... Warhammer levels of dark. Which is to say, from a picture book of Nightmares. Or so, I get that that's what they're going for. Sure, front and center are the Space Marines and other Combat Units - and so the rest is just backdrop for this cruel fight to the bitter end.
But zoom into the backdr... oh ...

Hellow there [in dull deep voice] - so, I think ... or thought ... to step out of Character for a bit - and just ...

op ... and what's going on? There are, besides the Space Marines of the Imperium, the Orks, T'Au, Necron, Tyrannids and the Chaos Gods. Each and all of them are cartoonishly stereotypical representatives of a cosmic evil - or dread. The story mainly unfolds as between the Imperium and the Chaos Gods - that is my perception - with a certain irony that is like the final highlights of paint on a beautifully painted figurine.

But so is there poetry. Things that legends are made of. Heroes that Slay Dragons, Valkyries that fall in Love with Humans, the strange stories that make up the human quest of belongings ... . And we would tell us those with good reason. If we were to get washed ashore, by fate, stranded ... and we had to build it all up again. What would we tell our kids happened before? One version is the truth, but perhaps from this or that perspective. And whatever it is, decade after decade it moves further into the past. The Great Minds of the Olden Days have since been replaced ... with ... uh ... "the Marketplace of Ideas [wueyaaaaahXD!] (totally not sponsored by right-wing media groups)".


The irony ... well. The Imperium is built on a lie. And more so, that lie has also long since twisted and bent into what the Fuck Ever like Warrior Nunns with Jetpacks.

And to keep it all to the tone, it's also some huge clusterfuck of corruption vaguely holding together what is essentially a religious anarcho-capitalism. At the end of that line there's the example of the Servitor. Basically a human head encased into a machine ... I suppose: Keeping it alive and running to perform menial tasks - based on whatever, I assume it's unpleasant, method of making it so.

To that end there's essentially a Cult of Machine Worshippers that celebrate Transhumanism - which ... cares not of resemblance with the rest of the Imperium and yet is somehow tolerated. A quintessential ... fuck you to any sense of coherence within - and ultimate justification for the fuck I wrote of before. Normalizing the Horror, Blurring the Lines of Morality.

So, what hopes does one have. I'm not sure what "Canon" has to say, but ... to keep it in line with the theme, I assume ... the Chaos God's fall in as some kind of redemption. The only hope to escape this hell, or to fight back.
Tainted however ... in colors of irrationality. Paradoxes that should in and of themselves not exist in a healthy world. Seemingly they feast on those who oppose them; Born from the injustices of the living.


And, if you so will, it all starts with a Denial of God.

How's that for a Gospel?
Well, I guess it doesn't really fit the whole "Jolly" part of it. So, certainly not good in the traditional sense.
Ah, well. Legends ...

Apparently whether we love them to have a good ending or not ... happens to also have a cultural component to it. Maybe the tragedy in fiction makes life a more pleasant surprise. Like, growing up with jolly good endings ... that produces a different mindset I think.
But it also - ever so often - seems like ... things come down to it. Like, it's time - once again - to pronounce our Legends of tomorrow.
Another page in the history books - and the who is who of what's on it.

Which way is the right way? Who will be the victor to write of that which has transpired?


And ... by which means did they get there?

Is it a battle yet to be fought? Well, then let's consider ... what and why.


Will it though be ... the Warriors of Light, or those who oppose that which is holy?


Maybe soon, then ... the Four Winds will blow.
And as for whatever (else) soothes my spirit - in these troubling times ... I'm looking forward to the day where the Lord claims His victory; And brings peace into the fringes of my Soul.