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The main difference between himself and General [[Vance Motherfucking Stubbs]] is that Sturnn got the one thing that separates the Man-General from the Boy-Genereal: Grit. | The main difference between himself and General [[Vance Motherfucking Stubbs]] is that Sturnn got the one thing that separates the Man-General from the Boy-Genereal: Grit. | ||
His idea of a Planet beachhead against his super human Chaos worshipers wearing Power Armour opponent is to land with a Commissar and 5 squads of [[Imperial Guard| Imperial Guardsmen]] right on the doorsteps on a Defense Fortress. His choice of tactics might be connected with | His idea of a Planet beachhead against his super human Chaos worshipers wearing Power Armour opponent is to land with a Commissar and 5 squads of [[Imperial Guard| Imperial Guardsmen]] right on the doorsteps on a Defense Fortress. His choice of tactics might be connected with the fact that since he possesses a gritted, roached out voice, he possibly drinks himself to sleep at night, but that's just how he does things. | ||
He also doesn't feel the need to wear a golden breastplate, have a plasma pistol, Super duper powerclaws, bodyguards, optical bionics, [[Pauldrons|Over-sized Pauldrons]], fancy golden boots or a shiny new cape. He only wears his gritted face, cheap powerclaws, forearm bolter gun and his Medal covered Imperial Guard uniform, which offers good protection against anything, especially against [[Eldar|Space Fairy]] trickery and guile. | He also doesn't feel the need to wear a golden breastplate, have a plasma pistol, Super duper powerclaws, bodyguards, optical bionics, [[Pauldrons|Over-sized Pauldrons]], fancy golden boots or a shiny new cape. He only wears his gritted face, cheap powerclaws, forearm bolter gun and his Medal covered Imperial Guard uniform, which offers good protection against anything, especially against [[Eldar|Space Fairy]] trickery and guile. | ||
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General Sturnn is the commander of the Cadian 412th Regiment in the Dawn of War: Winter Assault game.
Unlike the other Imperial Generals in the succeeding Dawn of War games, Sturnn is actually old (rather than looking in his early 40s) , and looks like he's been into a fight or ten. Himself and his Regiment were ordered to secure a Titan Dominatus on Lorn V (that's 5 in roman), left behind when the Planet was lost to Chaos Forces.
The main difference between himself and General Vance Motherfucking Stubbs is that Sturnn got the one thing that separates the Man-General from the Boy-Genereal: Grit. His idea of a Planet beachhead against his super human Chaos worshipers wearing Power Armour opponent is to land with a Commissar and 5 squads of Imperial Guardsmen right on the doorsteps on a Defense Fortress. His choice of tactics might be connected with the fact that since he possesses a gritted, roached out voice, he possibly drinks himself to sleep at night, but that's just how he does things.
He also doesn't feel the need to wear a golden breastplate, have a plasma pistol, Super duper powerclaws, bodyguards, optical bionics, Over-sized Pauldrons, fancy golden boots or a shiny new cape. He only wears his gritted face, cheap powerclaws, forearm bolter gun and his Medal covered Imperial Guard uniform, which offers good protection against anything, especially against Space Fairy trickery and guile.
His Manly Grit eared him praises from Space Marines, right after defeating a bunch of Necrons who just woke up and had a bad case of the morning blues, Orks looking for trouble and the Chaos forces on Lorn V.
Sadly, he did not make it to Dawn of War:Dark Crusade, being replaced by some snot-nosed Boy-General, who laughably tried to imitate his gritness by finding A SINGLE ARM OF SOME RANDOM TITAN WHICH WAS JUST LYING 5 FEET FROM HIS SUPER SECURE AND OUT OF REACH LANDING ZONE. That General was Named Governor-Militant, if only because Strunn was elsewhere, possibly busy killing some other enemy of the Imperium of Man with but a glance of his Grit-filled stare.