World Eaters
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| Battle Cry | "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" | |
| Number | XII | |
| Original Homeworld | Unnamed but known | |
| Current Homeworld | Hell if we know | |
| Primarch | Angron | |
| Champion | Kharn the Betrayer | |
| Strength | More than you would expect | |
| Specialty | Berserkers | |
| Allegiance | Khorne | |
| Colours | Blood red | |
The World Eaters, worshipping Khorne, are the angriest group of marines ever, far and above the anger of the Angry Marines. Their Primarch's name is a pun on the fact that they're so damn angry (Angron). They use any kind of ECKSBAWKS HUEG melee weapon capable of putting Terminator armor to shame, a pistol, their Berzerker-styled power armor and Khorne's everlasting rage, which turns them angry beyond all reason that they simply refuse to run away when spilling blood for the blood god, even if they're hopelessly outnumbered and outgunned by 100-1. It is unknown who pilots their tanks but they still have transports and there are Khornate Titans. It is very unlikely that the Khornate marines are driving their vehicles like their loyalist counterparts; as with their anger they will most probably use a Rhino as a makeshift powerfist instead of a transport and if somehow made to use a Rhino, they'll probably end up killing the driver and tear their way out of the vehicle onto the battlefield. ("We need a new driver, this one is dead!")
Legion History
Even as a baby, Angron didn't take any shit. Some space-faggot Eldar used his magic powers to look into the future, and saw that if Angron ever grew to be a man, he would spend his whole life slaying faggots. 24/7, nonstop, all the fucking time. So the Eldar sent a million million elite space-pedos to molest him, turning him faggot and emo for all time so their civilization would be safe. But Angron tore their fucking eye balls out so they couldn't see, then he ripped their fucking legs off so they couldn't run away, and he killed them all with his dick. When Khorne saw how mighty the slaughter was, he approved. But Angron was not yet ready to fulfill his destiny.
So he was on some planet in a city called Desh'ea, which was run by a bunch of fat fucks whose only purpose in life was to build armies of cyborg warriors and watch them kill each other. Cool hobby. But they fucked up when they recruited Angron for their cyborg army. First he went all Conan the Barbarian on the other cyborg guys. Then word got out that there was a new fucking sheriff in town. Fools started to recanize, and pretty soon Angron had his own cyborg army ready to take over the whole planet. They started killing every fat fuck in sight, and they were just about to kill the last one when the Emperor showed up. And the Emperor was like "hey stop that. It's not nice." And Angron said "fuck that shit I'm taking care of business." So the Emperor beamed him up to his dumb assed space fort, magna-melted Angron's entire cyborg army, and then went off to do emperor stuff.
Angron was so pissed his eyes started to bulge and he got spider veins like a mutha fucka. He killed half his own fucking legion before he could even think strait. It was horrible. There was blood everywhere, and all you could hear was the sound of faggots screaming for mercy and drowning in their own blood. Then they all fell down and worshipped him, and Kharne spoke for the whole legion when he said "Please, Teach us!" Then, for the one and only time in all the ten thousand years of his life, Angron took pity on a bunch of faggots. Instead of killing them, he taught them how to become real men. For 888 days and nights they ate nothing but red meat and steroids, then they washed it down with 200 proof whiskey and the blood of their enemies. They smoked five hundred packs of cigarettes a day, and listened to nothing, NOTHING, but the Rolling Stones. Then they did a million push ups every day before puking their fucking guts out, then they did it again. After that they got to sleep for five whole minutes before Angron kicked them out of bed and they had to do it all over again. He taught them how to fight with axes, like real men, instead of with punk assed bolt guns. Pretty soon even the lowliest recruit could dodge bullets and cleave an land raider in two with a chain axe. ONE HANDED. But Angron wasn't finished. He got a bunch of mad scientists to do brain surgery on them. They cut the fear and weakness right out of their fucking heads, so they can't feel shit and they're raged out all the fucking time. Then Angron looked upon his work, and called it good. He pronounced them World Eaters, and they set off to conquer the universe.
First stop was this planet they were supposed to help conquer with the Luna Wolves and the Ultramarines. Angron could have sent his lowliest recruit to ace that whole fucking planet one handed, but he decided to play it cool instead. He let the other marines use their "tactics" or whatever for two whole minutes before he raged the fuck out and unleashed his unstoppable legion of axe-murdering bad asses. The Luna Wolves and Ultramarines knew shit had hit the fan, and went and hid behind a rock or something while Angron's chosen took care of business. When they were finished cowering in fear they looked around them, and all they saw was an ocean of blood and a mountain of hacked-up faggot corpses. They all started to puke and barf because they were so terrified. Then they ran off to their emperor and started bitching and moaning about how Angron and his World Eaters had fucked shit up too hard. Then the Emperor said to Angron "hey you're not supposed to do that. I thought I told you. Gosh." Angron was about to go totally sick house and rip the Emperor's fucking arms off, then beat him to death with his own arms while he screamed and twitched in a pool of his own blood, when the Emperor suddenly remembered he had left his stove on or something and had to leave.
Before they were reunited with their Primarch, Angron, they were known as the War Hounds. When they were reunited with their Primarch, they changed their name to the World Eaters, the 12th Legion reunited. Angron added implants and neurosurgery (partial lobotomization) to remove the ability to feel or care about fear, but increased their aggression to large amounts. The Emperor banned this practice when the World Eaters exterminated all life on a planet in one night. Horus, seeking to turn the Primarchs to his cause, didn't have to do much to get Angron to side with him, as all it took was to tell him that the Emperor was weak and to appeal to his martial pride. They were on Isstvan III, and Isstvan V, where Horus led the loyalists into a trap. When the Legions of Horus attacked the Imperial Palace, the World Eaters were at the forefront of the Chaos Marines, seeping into the breach and killing the most inside the palace. Sadly, they lost when Horus was killed aboard his flagship, and the World Eaters with Angron fled to the Eye of Terror, where Angron was elevated to Daemon Prince.
World Eaters Schism and Khârn
So one day the world eaters are fucking shit up, as usual, on this planet called Scalathrax. They're just about to kill these last few Emperors Children dick heads when some faggots (Emperors Children spies) start complaining about how it's too cold and they have to go inside or else they'd freeze their balls off. Before anyone knew what was what Kharn manned the fuck up, got out his mighty axe of faggot-slaying, and showed those ass holes what time it was. He killed them extra hard. He killed them so fucking hard that there was blood everywhere, and even the other World Eaters started pissing themselves. Then they all started to run away and Kharn was like "come back here you fucking faggots!" and they were like "No you'll kill us!" So Kharn chased them all around this freezing demon world while the last few Emperors Children got the fuck out of dodge, and ever since there have been two kinds of World Eaters: Kharn, and faggots who run from Kharn.
Catch Phrase
World Eaters use the most used catch phrase in 40k next to "WAAAAAAAAGH!!!!" or something for the Emperor. They scream BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD in combat, while taking skulls for the skull throne. It is unknown what they scream while taking blood for the blood god, but it is probably SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE. Luckily the two activities are rather interchangable, but in home life all is confusion as they bellow UNBLOCK THE TOILET while filling out their tax returns.
Noteworthy engagements
- The Cleansing of Arrigata (Pre-Heresy shit)
- Isstvan III
- Isstvan V
- Siege of the Emperor's Palace
- Most of Failbaddon's Black Crusades
- Doombreed's actually successful black crusade.
- Angron's Dominion of Fire campaign, where 50,000 World Eaters and Angron wasted over 70 Imperial Sectors in two Centuries.
- First war of Armageddon
General need to know information
The World Eaters are all Berserkers according to the flop of a codex that is Chaos Space Marines 4.0, thanks to the partial lobotomization. They use Chain Axes, which are just close combat weapons to 4.0 now, and used to be some of the most brutal hand to hand units in the game, but lost their feel no pain, and have to be mechanized or they won't be effective. For Lords, the mark of Khorne with wings turn them into the best Lords available to use, mainly with a Daemon weapon or with Dual Lightning Claws. However, because GW sucks at maintaining army lists besides Codex: Ultramarines, everyone will try to argue with you that two Lash Princes are the optimal choice to take. Also, the World Eaters killed all their Librarians and Sorcerers in the name of Khorne.
The Helmets that Berserkers wear, are representations of the Khorne Skull icon, or the mark of Khorne. It's like a cool stylized eight thing. Khorne's favorite number is eight, so every Khornate Warband transfigures it's marines into squads of 8 and it's multiples. Scary shit.
It is said that if an Angry Marine would turn to Khorne, that a World Eater would easily notice the laughable poser shit and tell them to fuck off until their anger breaks such pedestrian limits as infantile swearing and rude hand gestures and anachronistic 'hip' slang.
However, this has never been proven, and will likely not be proven, due to the fact that Angry Marines tend to kick every mother-fucker who looks funny in the balls and World Eaters kill everyone who looks at them period with a FUCKHUEG chainsaw axe.
Summary
Ruthless, manly, bloody, and awesome. They are the most angry and brutal Space Marines out there, even if their latest rules suck.
Imperial equivalent are the Flesh Tearers, Space Wolves and Black Templars in the canon, and Angry Marines on this site.