Greatest amongst His soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Vast armies give battle in His name on uncounted worlds. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor’s will. Yet even in His deathless state, the Emperor continues His eternal vigilance. He is the Carrion Lord of the vast Imperium of Man for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day so that He may never truly die. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of His inexhaustible armies. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor of Mankind has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. Rather than attempt to paraphrase an introduction to the Warhammer 40K universe, the following block of text which appears in several works of fiction sums things up quite nicely: Admittedly, it was the intricate miniatures that initially appealed to me, as I had always enjoyed building and painting models my entire childhood but once I became engrossed with the dystopian science fantasy that surrounds Warhammer 40K, I was hooked for life. While I had passed by this particular store on the historic Royal Mile several times, it was not until after I received the adventure board game Space Crusade (and subsequently Advanced Space Crusade) that I made it a point to enter for the first time. One of my fondest childhood memories has to be the first time I walked into my local Games Workshop.
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