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It is that time again.

The year is ending and it is time to put a year's worth of content into perspective.

But because dating content can be hard, this is not just a review of the last year, it is a review of everything /tg/ has produced so far.

Post em and smoke em, neckbards.

POST SOME FUCKING AWESOME DIORAMAS

Let's have an alien thread. post your best extraterrestrials, the less humanoid the better!

Every man
Down on Terra
Liked Spacemas lot...

But the Tzeentch,
Who lived just inside the Warp,
Did NOT!

In this topic I share the oodles of military history images that I have and field questions about the background and usage of weapons and armor that have been confounding you. I'll start with some images of European knights because it's fun to get back to basics now and again. Let's roll, yo.

In the grim dark future of the 41'st millenia there is only cooking.
Since the dawn of the universe, Old Cooks and C'hefs fought to find out which cooking ways were better. Tastedar challenged immortal Iron Chefs to the battle of taste. Corrupted ways of Cooking Chaos battled Orkish improvisation.
When the Food-Emperor of the Mankind looked at the stars, he swore that Humanity shall feed them, and declared human cuisine the purest and most tasty. To achieve his dream, he created twelve Primechefs, who could detect a molecule of rosmarine in the pile of salt just by looking at it. From their geneseed he created Spice Marines - superhuman cooks, who brought taste and true deliciousness to the Xenos all across the galaxy. But the corrupt ways of Chaos cooking interfered with Emperor's plans. Horus, the strongest Primechef, declined purity of human food, and started practicing chaotic ways of cooking by mixing all sorts of ingridients into one big mess. His betrayal has put the Emperor on the Golden Throne, from where he orchestrates the big kitchen that is Imperial Space.
Many challenges exist in these grim times. Savage green beasts who could make most amazing of foods out of nothing just by believing in it; Tastedar who had millenias on perfecting their cooking ways; amazing salads and vegetarian cuisine of the Tau empire; Iron chefs who awake from their slumber to cook once more; terrible Hivemind who wishes only to consume all food in the galaxy.
You can run. You can hide. But you can not escape. Because in the grim dark future of the 41'st millenia there is only cooking.

>DnD 3.5
>Play a necromancer
>True Neutral, no deity
>Human. Tall, pale, bald, always wears a black cloak
>Rarely says anything

>Third quest: DM drops us in a town where some cruel murders are happening
>No corpses are left, only blood.
>Party consists of a CG Half-Orc Fighter, LN Dwarf Priest, female NG Bard
>After some questioning we go to investigate some creepy old house
>When we go in the team is split up. Some magic trap.
>We all go around, rolling every time the perspective switches
>I roll 17
>Suddenly I'm in a room filled with animated corpses
>They're the murdered victims
>They're all doing very suggestive grinding
>Our DM is weird
>The murderer (your typical white-haired prettyboy) sits in the middle

Rarely seen fighting in open battle, the Astartes Mafius deviate from the Codex, preferring to deep-strike two or three Marines along with a higher-ranking officer to the enemies' HQ, to present them with 'an offer they cannot refuse'. Details of such offers are sketchy, but common knowledge is that enemy leaders that refuse are more often than not never seen again.

Other Astartes chapters, prefer not to deal with them unless absolutely necessary. They have been under suspicion for Tzeentch worship before, but these rumours were quickly dismissed after several of the Mafius visited high-ranking members of the Inquisition. Two died in 'unfortunate accidents', the others changed their minds unusually quickly, citing 'they're not such bad people when you get to know them', and sporting very fashionable fur coats.

>Continued from >21797154 since things got sidetracked

ATTENTION FUCKSTICKS OF THE LITANY OF LITANY'S LITANY.
WE HAVE A CHICK ONBOARD NOW. YEAH, I KNOW, IT’S FUCKING AWESOME, BUT I NEED TO LAY DOWN TWO GROUND RULES:

NO GRABBY-HANDS. THIS IS MORE FOR YOUR BENEFIT THAN HERS. I’M BEING SERIOUS, SHE’LL FUCK YOU UP.
YOU GUYS NEED TO STOP WALKING ROUND IN YOUR BOXERS. I’M TALKING TO YOU JOHN.
ALRIGHT, THAT’S IT, NOW GET BACK TO WHATEVER REDUNDANT SHIT YOU WERE DOING BEFORE YOU STARTED LISTENING TO ME WITH EVERY FIBER OF YOUR EXISTENCE. EMPEROR HELP YOU IF YOU WEREN’T.