Lamenters - Revision history

37.228.202.110: added in a quote by chowder thought it was funny, added in a bit about them giving medicine to the poorest imperial citizens but not having eneough medicine to help everyone and crying over it, lastly, more sponge bathing the elderly parodying mr burns we have a lamenter who drowned an old person with an astartes pattern sponge and was so aggrieved he joined the deathwatch over it

2026-07-04T15:35:39Z

added in a quote by chowder thought it was funny, added in a bit about them giving medicine to the poorest imperial citizens but not having eneough medicine to help everyone and crying over it, lastly, more sponge bathing the elderly parodying mr burns we have a lamenter who drowned an old person with an astartes pattern sponge and was so aggrieved he joined the deathwatch over it

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	{{Topquote\|It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness; that is life.\|[[Star Trek\|Jean-Luc Picard]]}}		{{Topquote\|It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness; that is life.\|[[Star Trek\|Jean-Luc Picard]]}}
	{{Topquote\|Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.\| John 15:13}}		{{Topquote\|Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.\| John 15:13}}
	{{Topquote\|Emperor... Sanguinius... We try our best. We protect your people! We stand by you! We love you! So please... answer! WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO DESERVE THIS FATE?!\|[[If the Emperor had a Text-to-Speech Device\|A Lamenter giving his final lamentation.]]}}		"oh no! its all went wrong!" <blockquote>- chowder, and every battle brother in yellow armor, ever!</blockquote>{{Topquote\|Emperor... Sanguinius... We try our best. We protect your people! We stand by you! We love you! So please... answer! WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO DESERVE THIS FATE?!\|[[If the Emperor had a Text-to-Speech Device\|A Lamenter giving his final lamentation.]]}}

	[[File:Red Talons colour scheme.jpg\|200px\|thumb\|left\|The unlucky bastards, in all of their [[Noblebright]] glory]]The Lamenters are one of the most [[Crimson Consuls\|fucked-over]] [[Space Marines\|Space Marine]] [[Space Marine Chapter\|Chapters]] in [[Warhammer 40K]] history. Cursed to die horribly, turn to [[Chaos]], or [[Troll\|both]] in every single bit of fluff they appear in. You think the [[White Scars]] got fucked by [[Games Workshop]]? Nothing compared to the Lamenters. Think the [[Chaos Pretty Marines]] got owned hard by [[Angron]]? Nothing compared to the Lamenters. Think the [[Afriel Strain]] soldiers are cursed? Nothing compared to the Lamenters. Think that the [[Raven Guard]], [[Salamanders]], and [[Iron Hands]] got beaten horribly on [[Drop Site Massacre\|Isstvan V]]? ''Nothing'' compared to the Lamenters.		[[File:Red Talons colour scheme.jpg\|200px\|thumb\|left\|The unlucky bastards, in all of their [[Noblebright]] glory]]The Lamenters are one of the most [[Crimson Consuls\|fucked-over]] [[Space Marines\|Space Marine]] [[Space Marine Chapter\|Chapters]] in [[Warhammer 40K]] history. Cursed to die horribly, turn to [[Chaos]], or [[Troll\|both]] in every single bit of fluff they appear in. You think the [[White Scars]] got fucked by [[Games Workshop]]? Nothing compared to the Lamenters. Think the [[Chaos Pretty Marines]] got owned hard by [[Angron]]? Nothing compared to the Lamenters. Think the [[Afriel Strain]] soldiers are cursed? Nothing compared to the Lamenters. Think that the [[Raven Guard]], [[Salamanders]], and [[Iron Hands]] got beaten horribly on [[Drop Site Massacre\|Isstvan V]]? ''Nothing'' compared to the Lamenters.
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	'''05:00 - Morning Prayers''': The Lamenters show their gratitude for having survived the penitent crusade and having received their Primaris reinforcements. They ask the Emperor for strength to quietly bear their curse so that others don't have to.		'''05:00 - Morning Prayers''': The Lamenters show their gratitude for having survived the penitent crusade and having received their Primaris reinforcements. They ask the Emperor for strength to quietly bear their curse so that others don't have to.

			'''05:30 -''' '''morning meal:''' chapter serfs provide the Lamenters with their first meal of the day, Corn flakes, unfortunately said cornflakes will often catch fire right before an astartes can dig in and he'll have to go without

	'''06:00 - Morning Firing Rites''': The Lamenters hone in their firing skills. Occasionally the target Servitors incidently turn out to be [[Iron Hands\|Loyal Marines from another Chapter]].		'''06:00 - Morning Firing Rites''': The Lamenters hone in their firing skills. Occasionally the target Servitors incidently turn out to be [[Iron Hands\|Loyal Marines from another Chapter]].
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	'''17:00 - Priming the Primaris''': Additional time is set aside by considerate Firstborn veterans to prepare their new Primaris brethren for all the shitty luck and ill-fortune bound to come their way, although some less cynical veterans secretly hope that fate may be kinder to them. Regardless, nothing is sugar-coated and the Primaris Marines are overwhelmed by feelings of awe that their new Chapter is still loyal to the Imperium despite everything and vow they will be just as selfless and unyielding as all the Lamenters who've gone before, no matter what cruel end may befall them.		'''17:00 - Priming the Primaris''': Additional time is set aside by considerate Firstborn veterans to prepare their new Primaris brethren for all the shitty luck and ill-fortune bound to come their way, although some less cynical veterans secretly hope that fate may be kinder to them. Regardless, nothing is sugar-coated and the Primaris Marines are overwhelmed by feelings of awe that their new Chapter is still loyal to the Imperium despite everything and vow they will be just as selfless and unyielding as all the Lamenters who've gone before, no matter what cruel end may befall them.

			'''17:05 - vacinations and innoculations for the poor:''' the lamenters apothocarian will now deploy to the lowest hive levels and feral worlds to deliver vaccines free of charge to the emperors poorest subjects, but knowing they can only fit so many vaccines into each thunderhawk they cannot help everyone they'd like, the lamenters beg for forgiveness from imperial citizens knowing they do all they can but it isnt eneough, this time it is the chief apothocary who pleads for forgivness from the poor and sick citizens of the imperium.

			'''17:30 - second round of sponge bathing the elderly and sick and infirmed:''' Those battle brothers who didnt get to give sponge baths to the elderly today will have the chance to help the infirmed, much to the envy of the nearby salamanders, however care must be taken following the "sponge incident" in which brother Whelan accidentally drowned an elderly citizen using an Astartes pattern wash sponge, crying and begging for forgiveness he yelled out "TAKE ME, IM OLD!", beside himself with grief he volunteered to join the Deathwatch

	'''18:00: - Search and Rescue Operations''': The lamenters sweep over known Tyranid and chaos occupied hive cities and settlements looking for civilians or lost children to rescue.Which they will find, only to lose more battle brothers saving orphans getting them onto one of the chapters 3 remaining Thunderhawks, typically surrounded by hordes of alien horrors dying to a man while the Thunderhawk lifts off.		'''18:00: - Search and Rescue Operations''': The lamenters sweep over known Tyranid and chaos occupied hive cities and settlements looking for civilians or lost children to rescue.Which they will find, only to lose more battle brothers saving orphans getting them onto one of the chapters 3 remaining Thunderhawks, typically surrounded by hordes of alien horrors dying to a man while the Thunderhawk lifts off.

37.228.206.198: /* Daily Rituals */ i added in a bit about the marines malevolent doing the 40k equivalent of make a wish, but its a space marine visiting kids with cancer, which seems like a thing they'd do, but, in typical lamenters fashion something goes horribley wrong(sticking to the theme here) in this case, its an assault cannon, turning an entire cancer ward into jam and chapter master malkain phoros personally begging for forgiveness from the parents of those dead kids

2026-06-23T19:15:16Z

Daily Rituals: i added in a bit about the marines malevolent doing the 40k equivalent of make a wish, but its a space marine visiting kids with cancer, which seems like a thing they'd do, but, in typical lamenters fashion something goes horribley wrong(sticking to the theme here) in this case, its an assault cannon, turning an entire cancer ward into jam and chapter master malkain phoros personally begging for forgiveness from the parents of those dead kids

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	'''11:00 - Physical Checkup''': All the injured Marines are tended to and prayers of thanks are given that no one was seriously hurt.		'''11:00 - Physical Checkup''': All the injured Marines are tended to and prayers of thanks are given that no one was seriously hurt.

			'''11:30 - sponge bath the elderly:''' those battle brothers not already volunteering to serve in soup kitchens today will have the privilege of giving sponge baths to the elderly, retirees and old imperial guardsmen on nearby retirement worlds, those battle brothers who wish too, may stay for an extra hour or two to listen to the elderly and keep them company as they talk about their stories, playing bingo with the elderly is also encouraged.

	'''12:00 - Midday Prayers''': The Sanguinary Priests lead the Marines in prayers of restraint as they all struggle with the resurgent Red Thirst and Black Rage. Some Marines sadly gaze upon the stasis field containing the delusional and bloodthirsty forms of those who have fallen to the Black Rage and who were unfortunate enough to not die in a suicidal charge.		'''12:00 - Midday Prayers''': The Sanguinary Priests lead the Marines in prayers of restraint as they all struggle with the resurgent Red Thirst and Black Rage. Some Marines sadly gaze upon the stasis field containing the delusional and bloodthirsty forms of those who have fallen to the Black Rage and who were unfortunate enough to not die in a suicidal charge.
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	'''15:00 - Battle Practice''': The Lamenters again engage in practice battles. Knowing that their prowess is quite possibly the only thing standing between the citizens of the Imperium and the horrors of the Galaxy; they bear the pains and go through the drills meticulously for if they make a single mistake, they know it may cost the life of a person.		'''15:00 - Battle Practice''': The Lamenters again engage in practice battles. Knowing that their prowess is quite possibly the only thing standing between the citizens of the Imperium and the horrors of the Galaxy; they bear the pains and go through the drills meticulously for if they make a single mistake, they know it may cost the life of a person.

			'''15:15 - hospital visitation and cheering up sick children : -''' deploying to nearby hive worlds and in conjunction with the ordo hospitaller, many lamenters voluntarily visit terminally sick children to cheer them up, naturally, activities include, seeing a full astartes in full regalia, inspiring kids with tales of heroism, being told how cool they were by an angel of death, being told the emperor is personally proud of each and every sick child, playing with live bolter rounds, handling krak grenades, handing chainblades. seeing a live astartes in the flesh was a great way to raise morale for kids and parents, or it was, until brother Malfesius's terminator assault cannon misfired in a terrible accident turning an entire ward into jam before he could get the machine spirit to stop, suffice to say, the chapter high command begged for forgiveness for what happened, with chapter master Malkaim Phoros personally pleading for forgiveness from the parents of those children in that terrible accident.

	'''16:00 - Inspiring Speeches and Field Promotions''': Around this time the officers and indispensable heroes of the Lamenters will look to rally the chapter, deliver an inspiring speech, lead from the front or remind their battle brothers why the deeds they do matter. Much cheering will be heard before said Chapter-veteran gets his brains blown out by a Vindicator Assassin who quickly yells "SORRY!" in yet another case of mistaken identity, this time with the Lamenters being confused for the [[Celestial Lions]] Chapter, despite the vastly different color-schemes. Field promotions will have to be given and mops and buckets issued to sobbing Serfs to clean up the mess while funerary laments are chanted by the Lamenters over their ships' mass vox-relays.		'''16:00 - Inspiring Speeches and Field Promotions''': Around this time the officers and indispensable heroes of the Lamenters will look to rally the chapter, deliver an inspiring speech, lead from the front or remind their battle brothers why the deeds they do matter. Much cheering will be heard before said Chapter-veteran gets his brains blown out by a Vindicator Assassin who quickly yells "SORRY!" in yet another case of mistaken identity, this time with the Lamenters being confused for the [[Celestial Lions]] Chapter, despite the vastly different color-schemes. Field promotions will have to be given and mops and buckets issued to sobbing Serfs to clean up the mess while funerary laments are chanted by the Lamenters over their ships' mass vox-relays.

37.228.203.93: /* Daily Rituals */ i put in a bit about malkaim phoros having to reluctantly, say no to an imperium begging for aid, because he doesnt have eneough men and crying about it, lighting a candle for every single world he cannot save and personally feeling terrible, esentially, a parody of the old mass effect ad with commander shepard opting to help one world over another, but with a sad tone

2025-10-21T17:52:31Z

Daily Rituals: i put in a bit about malkaim phoros having to reluctantly, say no to an imperium begging for aid, because he doesnt have eneough men and crying about it, lighting a candle for every single world he cannot save and personally feeling terrible, esentially, a parody of the old mass effect ad with commander shepard opting to help one world over another, but with a sad tone

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	'''08:00 - Damage Control''': Attempts are made to repair and fix cases of mistaken identity. Often mistaken for those dicks the [[Marines Malevolent]], owing to their similar color scheme, its not uncommon for either angry Mechanicus, Salamanders or their successors to open fire on Marines Malevolent before a terrible case of mistaken identity ensues, often Lamenters are lost or injured before Malakim Phoros can get on the vox to Chapter Master Tu’shan to iron this out, after which they spend the next hour fixing power armor and bolter sized boo-boos but are total bros about it.		'''08:00 - Damage Control''': Attempts are made to repair and fix cases of mistaken identity. Often mistaken for those dicks the [[Marines Malevolent]], owing to their similar color scheme, its not uncommon for either angry Mechanicus, Salamanders or their successors to open fire on Marines Malevolent before a terrible case of mistaken identity ensues, often Lamenters are lost or injured before Malakim Phoros can get on the vox to Chapter Master Tu’shan to iron this out, after which they spend the next hour fixing power armor and bolter sized boo-boos but are total bros about it.

			'''08:30 - requests for aid from the lamenters:''' at this hour, chapter master Malkaim Phoros will listen in on all available frequencies for pleas for aid from the imperium, having his Techmarines and Astropaths make sure he can hear EVERY single plea for aid. personally hearing the cries for help, but knowing he does not have enough men to intervene or has to preserve his men for an even greater threat, he must decline to help, this action breaks our chapter masters heart every day, as much as he would gladly intervene. Crying manly tears he begs for forgiveness before lighting a candle for those lost worlds and citizens he cannot save.

	'''09:00 - Bro, Where's My Land Raider?''': Thanks to some bureaucratic fuck ups in the Administratum and some tech adepts who need to get their photoreceptors tested, very often, much of their Chapter's Tactical Dreadnought armor and Land Raider tanks end up going to the Marines Malevolent by mistake. Even so the Lamenters soldier on and will assault the Iron Warriors' Grand Companies/Dark Mechanicum titans/bio titans with what they have and not complain about it.		'''09:00 - Bro, Where's My Land Raider?''': Thanks to some bureaucratic fuck ups in the Administratum and some tech adepts who need to get their photoreceptors tested, very often, much of their Chapter's Tactical Dreadnought armor and Land Raider tanks end up going to the Marines Malevolent by mistake. Even so the Lamenters soldier on and will assault the Iron Warriors' Grand Companies/Dark Mechanicum titans/bio titans with what they have and not complain about it.

37.228.203.254: /* Daily Rituals */ i added two new entires. one about the lamenters giving food and bread to civilians(a nod to wariror tiers video) and i put in one about them telling segmentum command to get stuffed and deploying anyway to help save civilians when nobody else would. seems very "on brand" for the lamenters(its also a nod to the stringstorm song)

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Daily Rituals: i added two new entires. one about the lamenters giving food and bread to civilians(a nod to wariror tiers video) and i put in one about them telling segmentum command to get stuffed and deploying anyway to help save civilians when nobody else would. seems very "on brand" for the lamenters(its also a nod to the stringstorm song)

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	'''14:00 - Angry Letters From an Angry Imperium''': The Lamenters are unfortunately mistaken for the Marines Malevolent again and receive 1000s more angry letters from everyone from the Imperial Guard to the local Hive Block Watch Association complaining about everything from leaving their men to die to local noise pollution. The Lamenters have to constantly explain they are NOT the Marines Malevolent nor have they ever heard of this Chapter and to any Adeptus Mechanicus tech priests we have NOT stolen your Ark Mechanicus! We never even saw it, we were knee deep in Tyranids that day! More angry letters continue to flow in and the Lamenters endeavour to answer every single one.		'''14:00 - Angry Letters From an Angry Imperium''': The Lamenters are unfortunately mistaken for the Marines Malevolent again and receive 1000s more angry letters from everyone from the Imperial Guard to the local Hive Block Watch Association complaining about everything from leaving their men to die to local noise pollution. The Lamenters have to constantly explain they are NOT the Marines Malevolent nor have they ever heard of this Chapter and to any Adeptus Mechanicus tech priests we have NOT stolen your Ark Mechanicus! We never even saw it, we were knee deep in Tyranids that day! More angry letters continue to flow in and the Lamenters endeavour to answer every single one.

			'''14:30 - charity and volunteer work:''' the lamenters will take from their own chapter pantries to give out bread and food to homeless and helpless civilians, the elderly and the orphans are prioritised and old orphans get twice as much!

	'''15:00 - Battle Practice''': The Lamenters again engage in practice battles. Knowing that their prowess is quite possibly the only thing standing between the citizens of the Imperium and the horrors of the Galaxy; they bear the pains and go through the drills meticulously for if they make a single mistake, they know it may cost the life of a person.		'''15:00 - Battle Practice''': The Lamenters again engage in practice battles. Knowing that their prowess is quite possibly the only thing standing between the citizens of the Imperium and the horrors of the Galaxy; they bear the pains and go through the drills meticulously for if they make a single mistake, they know it may cost the life of a person.

	'''16:00 - Inspiring Speeches and Field Promotions''': Around this time the officers and indispensable heroes of the Lamenters will look to rally the chapter, deliver an inspiring speech, lead from the front or remind their battle brothers why the deeds they do matter. Much cheering will be heard before said Chapter-veteran gets his brains blown out by a Vindicator Assassin who quickly yells "SORRY!" in yet another case of mistaken identity, this time with the Lamenters being confused for the [[Celestial Lions]] Chapter, despite the vastly different color-schemes. Field promotions will have to be given and mops and buckets issued to sobbing Serfs to clean up the mess while funerary laments are chanted by the Lamenters over their ships' mass vox-relays.		'''16:00 - Inspiring Speeches and Field Promotions''': Around this time the officers and indispensable heroes of the Lamenters will look to rally the chapter, deliver an inspiring speech, lead from the front or remind their battle brothers why the deeds they do matter. Much cheering will be heard before said Chapter-veteran gets his brains blown out by a Vindicator Assassin who quickly yells "SORRY!" in yet another case of mistaken identity, this time with the Lamenters being confused for the [[Celestial Lions]] Chapter, despite the vastly different color-schemes. Field promotions will have to be given and mops and buckets issued to sobbing Serfs to clean up the mess while funerary laments are chanted by the Lamenters over their ships' mass vox-relays.

			'''16:15 - "Tactical deployments and last stands:''' The Lamenters will hear from Segmentum command which situations are utterly hopeless or fubar and which civilians are about to be Tyranid food, after High command deems it a lost cause and decides to abandon civilians and guardsmen, Chapter Master Malkim Phoros will promptly give subsector command the middle finger, he will then exercise the right of astartes independence and deploy his ENTIRE CHAPTER to intervene and defend the weak, innocent and defenceless, forming a big yellow wall to defend the emperors subjects. using the time bought, they will die to a man, but they will do so gladly, trading their lives for time.

	'''17:00 - Priming the Primaris''': Additional time is set aside by considerate Firstborn veterans to prepare their new Primaris brethren for all the shitty luck and ill-fortune bound to come their way, although some less cynical veterans secretly hope that fate may be kinder to them. Regardless, nothing is sugar-coated and the Primaris Marines are overwhelmed by feelings of awe that their new Chapter is still loyal to the Imperium despite everything and vow they will be just as selfless and unyielding as all the Lamenters who've gone before, no matter what cruel end may befall them.		'''17:00 - Priming the Primaris''': Additional time is set aside by considerate Firstborn veterans to prepare their new Primaris brethren for all the shitty luck and ill-fortune bound to come their way, although some less cynical veterans secretly hope that fate may be kinder to them. Regardless, nothing is sugar-coated and the Primaris Marines are overwhelmed by feelings of awe that their new Chapter is still loyal to the Imperium despite everything and vow they will be just as selfless and unyielding as all the Lamenters who've gone before, no matter what cruel end may befall them.

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	[[File:Red Talons colour scheme.jpg\|200px\|thumb\|left\|The unlucky bastards, in all of their [[Noblebright]] glory]]The Lamenters are one of the most [[Crimson Consuls\|fucked-over]] [[Space Marines\|Space Marine]] [[Space Marine Chapter\|Chapters]] in [[Warhammer 40K]] history. Cursed to die horribly, turn to [[Chaos]], or [[Troll\|both]] in every single bit of fluff they appear in. You think the [[White Scars]] got fucked by [[Games Workshop]]? Nothing compared to the Lamenters. Think the [[Chaos Pretty Marines]] got owned hard by [[Angron]]? Nothing compared to the Lamenters. Think the [[Afriel Strain]] soldiers are cursed? Nothing compared to the Lamenters. Think that the [[Raven Guard]], [[Salamanders]], and [[Iron Hands]] got beaten horribly on [[Drop Site Massacre\|Isstvan V]]? ''Nothing'' compared to the Lamenters.		[[File:Red Talons colour scheme.jpg\|200px\|thumb\|left\|The unlucky bastards, in all of their [[Noblebright]] glory]]The Lamenters are one of the most [[Crimson Consuls\|fucked-over]] [[Space Marines\|Space Marine]] [[Space Marine Chapter\|Chapters]] in [[Warhammer 40K]] history. Cursed to die horribly, turn to [[Chaos]], or [[Troll\|both]] in every single bit of fluff they appear in. You think the [[White Scars]] got fucked by [[Games Workshop]]? Nothing compared to the Lamenters. Think the [[Chaos Pretty Marines]] got owned hard by [[Angron]]? Nothing compared to the Lamenters. Think the [[Afriel Strain]] soldiers are cursed? Nothing compared to the Lamenters. Think that the [[Raven Guard]], [[Salamanders]], and [[Iron Hands]] got beaten horribly on [[Drop Site Massacre\|Isstvan V]]? ''Nothing'' compared to the Lamenters.

	They are truly the Unlucky Marines. But you know what? If there are good guys in W40k, then they are undoubtedly it. They have been endlessly persecuted by the very people they fight for, and they even fight their own nightmarish cynicism and despair; yet they still fight on because they refuse to abandon the innocent and the helpless, and it is their burning star that keeps hope alive for one more day in that dark world. Along with that [[Imperium\|Imperial]] planet that found a cure for <b>all diseases ever</b> but got [[Rape\|mercilessly fucked]] by [[Nurgle]] and the Panacea STC that was stolen by the Dark Eldar who were curious as to what an Ark Mechanicus was doing in the middle of nowhere, the Lamenters are one of the greatest examples that nothing [[Noblebright\|good]] can exist [[Slaanesh\|unmolested]] in the [[Grimdark\|grim darkness of the far future where there is only war.]]		They are truly the Unlucky Marines. But you know what? If there are good guys in W40k, then they are undoubtedly it. They have been endlessly persecuted by the very people they fight for, and they even fight their own nightmarish cynicism and despair; yet they still fight on because they refuse to abandon the innocent and the helpless, and it is their burning star that keeps hope alive for one more day in that dark world. Along with that [[Imperium\|Imperial]] planet that found a cure for <b>all diseases ever</b> but got [[Rape\|mercilessly fucked]] by [[Nurgle]] and the Panacea STC that was stolen by the Dark Eldar who were curious as to what an Ark Mechanicus was doing in the middle of nowhere (because the idiot writers forgot that’s the whole purpose of an Ark Mechanicus), the Lamenters are one of the greatest examples that nothing [[Noblebright\|good]] can exist [[Slaanesh\|unmolested]] in the [[Grimdark\|grim darkness of the far future where there is only war.]]

	== How Unlucky Can They get? ==		== How Unlucky Can They get? ==

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	* SCREW THAT DEPRESSING VIDEO AND LISTEN TO THIS EPIC SONG INSTEAD! [https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ybvtDr48sqo Here they are], in all their glorious awesomeness, because the Lamenters will always stand and fight for those who can't, dying in glory!		* SCREW THAT DEPRESSING VIDEO AND LISTEN TO THIS EPIC SONG INSTEAD! [https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ybvtDr48sqo Here they are], in all their glorious awesomeness, because the Lamenters will always stand and fight for those who can't, dying in glory!
	* [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wESGz7j14w "Do you know what it means? That word - lament."]		* [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wESGz7j14w "Do you know what it means? That word - lament."]
			* [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXMcOYyDs-w Lamenters, but they're also doges.] (it works, I swear)

	* Writefaggotry Roundup! (All the good Lamenters fanfic I've been able to find - excluding all the RWBY crossovers):		* Writefaggotry Roundup! (All the good Lamenters fanfic I've been able to find - excluding all the RWBY crossovers):

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	The second is Malakim Phoros, the Chapter Master of the Lamenters, aka 'The Lord of Ruin,' and 'The Watcher of the Deeps', who is essentially the embodiment of Walking Weaponized Depression and who has faithfully served the Imperium for over two centuries. He is a highly aggressive close combatant, carrying the [[Black Rage]] in his heart, and likely one of the few Lamenters to have a Glaive Encarmine, let alone Artificer Armor.		The second is Malakim Phoros, the Chapter Master of the Lamenters, aka 'The Lord of Ruin,' and 'The Watcher of the Deeps', who is essentially the embodiment of Walking Weaponized Depression and who has faithfully served the Imperium for over two centuries. He is a highly aggressive close combatant, carrying the [[Black Rage]] in his heart, and likely one of the few Lamenters to have a Glaive Encarmine, let alone Artificer Armor.

	Lamenters may be played as [[Warhammer 40,000/Tactics/Blood_Angels(8E)\|Blood Angels]]. Malakim Phoros has survived to 8th ed as a 'Blood Angels' HQ who excels in close combat.		Lamenters may be played as [[Warhammer 40,000/Tactics/Blood_Angels(8E)\|Blood Angels]]. Malakim Phoros has survived to 8th ed as a 'Blood Angels' HQ who excels in close combat.

	Also in 6th ed was a bit of fluff about the Emperor's Tarot, a set of cards used by high-ranking psykers to try and make predictions (like Eldar seers, but less Heretical). The prediction stated that things were about to get even worse for the Lamenters. On one hand, fuck. On the other hand, this prediction came immediately after the Chapter was presumed destroyed for the fourteenth time, so do the math.		Also in 6th ed was a bit of fluff about the Emperor's Tarot, a set of cards used by high-ranking psykers to try and make predictions (like Eldar seers, but less Heretical). The prediction stated that things were about to get even worse for the Lamenters. On one hand, fuck. On the other hand, this prediction came immediately after the Chapter was presumed destroyed for the fourteenth time, so do the math.
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	A Primaris Lamenter appears in the colour scheme section of the 8th Edition Blood Angels Codex, as part of a rebuilt 5th company, and they're specifically mentioned as surviving their run-in with [[Hive Fleet Kraken]].		A Primaris Lamenter appears in the colour scheme section of the 8th Edition Blood Angels Codex, as part of a rebuilt 5th company, and they're specifically mentioned as surviving their run-in with [[Hive Fleet Kraken]].

	We then had a minor retcon. The Torchbearer fleets under orders from Guilliman did not turn over Primaris Marines to the the Lamenters. Guilliman did this massive dick move for reasons not explained... thought suspicion points to the Mortifactors and Ultramarines being tie into it. As such they had to poach the technology from the legion along with the Celestial Lions.		We then had a minor retcon. The Torchbearer fleets under orders from Guilliman did not turn over Primaris Marines to the the Lamenters. Guilliman did this massive dick move for reasons not explained... thought suspicion points to the Mortifactors and Ultramarines being tie into it. As such they had to poach the technology from the legion along with the Celestial Lions.

	In [[Psychic Awakening#Ritual_of_the_Damned\|Ritual of the Damned]] the Lamenters get an apparent offhand mention in the "Echoes of Awakening" (lore preview) section. Some prison has secluded prisoners who are "going strange" into solitary confinement; these strange prisoners repel others, "even the strongest guards couldn't bear to go near them." A force of Space Marines "in yellow armour, bleeding hearts on their shoulders" came and took all of the prisoners, including the strange ones. Why the Lamenters would be collecting (if not recruiting) <s>criminal psychics (if not blanks)</s> what are stupidly obviously blanks is unknown but probably a belief in countering their "bad luck" by using blanks to protect them from Warp fuckery. Hopefully won't try to turn any into Astartes. Since Marine strength butt-naked far exceeds what is physically possible (like crushing granite into literal powder with one hand so easily he doesn't even notice any resistance) it's pretty obvious there's a lot of Warp fuckery involved.		In [[Psychic Awakening#Ritual_of_the_Damned\|Ritual of the Damned]] the Lamenters get an apparent offhand mention in the "Echoes of Awakening" (lore preview) section. Some prison has secluded prisoners who are "going strange" into solitary confinement; these strange prisoners repel others, "even the strongest guards couldn't bear to go near them." A force of Space Marines "in yellow armour, bleeding hearts on their shoulders" came and took all of the prisoners, including the strange ones. Why the Lamenters would be collecting (if not recruiting) <s>criminal psychics (if not blanks)</s> what are stupidly obviously blanks is unknown but probably a belief in countering their "bad luck" by using blanks to protect them from Warp fuckery. Hopefully won't try to turn any into Astartes. Since Marine strength butt-naked far exceeds what is physically possible (like crushing granite into literal powder with one hand so easily he doesn't even notice any resistance) it's pretty obvious there's a lot of Warp fuckery involved.
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	'''12:00 - Midday Prayers''': The Sanguinary Priests lead the Marines in prayers of restraint as they all struggle with the resurgent Red Thirst and Black Rage. Some Marines sadly gaze upon the stasis field containing the delusional and bloodthirsty forms of those who have fallen to the Black Rage and who were unfortunate enough to not die in a suicidal charge.		'''12:00 - Midday Prayers''': The Sanguinary Priests lead the Marines in prayers of restraint as they all struggle with the resurgent Red Thirst and Black Rage. Some Marines sadly gaze upon the stasis field containing the delusional and bloodthirsty forms of those who have fallen to the Black Rage and who were unfortunate enough to not die in a suicidal charge.

	'''13:00 - Midday Meal''': Chapter Serfs prepare the meal, though sometimes it gets lost in transit and the Lamenters have to go without. The distraught Serfs offer the Lamenters their own rations instead but are graciously turned down.		'''13:00 - Midday Meal''': Chapter Serfs prepare the meal, though sometimes it gets lost in transit and the Lamenters have to go without. The distraught Serfs offer the Lamenters their own rations instead but are graciously turned down.

	'''13:15 - Tactical Indoctrination''': The Lamenters go over the latest tactics for fighting in the general galactic stalemate following the Indomitus Crusade's first phase and the Plague Wars. Meticulous preparations are made to minimize casualties on all allied forces and civilians and extreme search and rescue training is also conducted so that the enemy never gets another Slaughterhouse III.		'''13:15 - Tactical Indoctrination''': The Lamenters go over the latest tactics for fighting in the general galactic stalemate following the Indomitus Crusade's first phase and the Plague Wars. Meticulous preparations are made to minimize casualties on all allied forces and civilians and extreme search and rescue training is also conducted so that the enemy never gets another Slaughterhouse III.
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	'''15:00 - Battle Practice''': The Lamenters again engage in practice battles. Knowing that their prowess is quite possibly the only thing standing between the citizens of the Imperium and the horrors of the Galaxy; they bear the pains and go through the drills meticulously for if they make a single mistake, they know it may cost the life of a person.		'''15:00 - Battle Practice''': The Lamenters again engage in practice battles. Knowing that their prowess is quite possibly the only thing standing between the citizens of the Imperium and the horrors of the Galaxy; they bear the pains and go through the drills meticulously for if they make a single mistake, they know it may cost the life of a person.

	'''16:00 - Inspiring Speeches and Field Promotions''': Around this time the officers and indispensable heroes of the Lamenters will look to rally the chapter, deliver an inspiring speech, lead from the front or remind their battle brothers why the deeds they do matter. Much cheering will be heard before said Chapter-veteran gets his brains blown out by a Vindicator Assassin who quickly yells "SORRY!" in yet another case of mistaken identity, this time with the Lamenters being confused for the [[Celestial Lions]] Chapter, despite the vastly different color-schemes. Field promotions will have to be given and mops and buckets issued to sobbing Serfs to clean up the mess while funerary laments are chanted by the Lamenters over their ships' mass vox-relays.		'''16:00 - Inspiring Speeches and Field Promotions''': Around this time the officers and indispensable heroes of the Lamenters will look to rally the chapter, deliver an inspiring speech, lead from the front or remind their battle brothers why the deeds they do matter. Much cheering will be heard before said Chapter-veteran gets his brains blown out by a Vindicator Assassin who quickly yells "SORRY!" in yet another case of mistaken identity, this time with the Lamenters being confused for the [[Celestial Lions]] Chapter, despite the vastly different color-schemes. Field promotions will have to be given and mops and buckets issued to sobbing Serfs to clean up the mess while funerary laments are chanted by the Lamenters over their ships' mass vox-relays.

	'''17:00 - Priming the Primaris''': Additional time is set aside by considerate Firstborn veterans to prepare their new Primaris brethren for all the shitty luck and ill-fortune bound to come their way, although some less cynical veterans secretly hope that fate may be kinder to them. Regardless, nothing is sugar-coated and the Primaris Marines are overwhelmed by feelings of awe that their new Chapter is still loyal to the Imperium despite everything and vow they will be just as selfless and unyielding as all the Lamenters who've gone before, no matter what cruel end may befall them.		'''17:00 - Priming the Primaris''': Additional time is set aside by considerate Firstborn veterans to prepare their new Primaris brethren for all the shitty luck and ill-fortune bound to come their way, although some less cynical veterans secretly hope that fate may be kinder to them. Regardless, nothing is sugar-coated and the Primaris Marines are overwhelmed by feelings of awe that their new Chapter is still loyal to the Imperium despite everything and vow they will be just as selfless and unyielding as all the Lamenters who've gone before, no matter what cruel end may befall them.
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	'''19:00: - Teleportation Maneuvers''': The Lamenters will practice their teleporation maneuvers at this hour. Hilarity ensues as every teleporter misfortune imaginable occurs. These include: losing the co-ordinates, power outages, heretical sorcery, beaming into a Chaos Warship, scouts losing the teleport homer, being beamed in without bolters, being vaporised, having a land raider beamed in on top of the first company, beaming onto a ship of the Marines Malevolent, teleporting right into the chambers of a Tyranid Norn Queen 20 sectors away, teleporting directly onto a Dark Eldar slave barge and accidentally beaming in a Tyranid Malanthrope instead of the [[Cato Sicarius\|second company captain.]]		'''19:00: - Teleportation Maneuvers''': The Lamenters will practice their teleporation maneuvers at this hour. Hilarity ensues as every teleporter misfortune imaginable occurs. These include: losing the co-ordinates, power outages, heretical sorcery, beaming into a Chaos Warship, scouts losing the teleport homer, being beamed in without bolters, being vaporised, having a land raider beamed in on top of the first company, beaming onto a ship of the Marines Malevolent, teleporting right into the chambers of a Tyranid Norn Queen 20 sectors away, teleporting directly onto a Dark Eldar slave barge and accidentally beaming in a Tyranid Malanthrope instead of the [[Cato Sicarius\|second company captain.]]

	'''20:00 - Evening Prayers''': The Lamenters give thanks to the Emperor and the Primarch for granting them the will to make it through one more day and keeping them able to help others at any cost. Any Marine who broke down in tears during prayer are hugged by the Chaplain. If the Chaplain starts crying, the highest-ranking Lamenter present will hug him in return.		'''20:00 - Evening Prayers''': The Lamenters give thanks to the Emperor and the Primarch for granting them the will to make it through one more day and keeping them able to help others at any cost. Any Marine who broke down in tears during prayer are hugged by the Chaplain. If the Chaplain starts crying, the highest-ranking Lamenter present will hug him in return.

	'''21:00 - Evening Meal''': A feast is provided by the Chapter Serfs. This time, an escort of Serfs armed to the teeth guarantees that the food makes it to the table. The Menu varies from day to day to try to cheer the Marines up, but often a brother would stare at their filled plate as it reminds them of events that happened before or after a previous time said dish was served.		'''21:00 - Evening Meal''': A feast is provided by the Chapter Serfs. This time, an escort of Serfs armed to the teeth guarantees that the food makes it to the table. The Menu varies from day to day to try to cheer the Marines up, but often a brother would stare at their filled plate as it reminds them of events that happened before or after a previous time said dish was served.

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	Fresh agony flares anew through Brenevier’s shattered body as Khralk releases him and he falls to the scorched flagstones, barely conscious and all but paralyzed from the relentless beating. This time he keeps the screams locked behind his teeth. The restless mob of cultists edge cautiously closer in the hope they might be allowed to partake in the death of one of the Emperor’s loyal sons. Brenevier gazes wearily up at the hulking ironclad nightmare towering over him like doom incarnate; then he coughs up another mouthful of blood and takes a deep burning breath, recalling the great Sacrifice his own suffering primarch made so long ago.		Fresh agony flares anew through Brenevier’s shattered body as Khralk releases him and he falls to the scorched flagstones, barely conscious and all but paralyzed from the relentless beating. This time he keeps the screams locked behind his teeth. The restless mob of cultists edge cautiously closer in the hope they might be allowed to partake in the death of one of the Emperor’s loyal sons. Brenevier gazes wearily up at the hulking ironclad nightmare towering over him like doom incarnate; then he coughs up another mouthful of blood and takes a deep burning breath, recalling the great Sacrifice his own suffering primarch made so long ago.

	“What are the delights of the Ruinous Powers to ''me'', traitor?" he snarls contemptuously through reddened froth. "I exist to defy…and ''deny'' them, both in the thrill of victory and in the pangs of defeat. I am the shield which protects the weak and the forsaken…I am the sword that defends the powerless and the forgotten. I am the spear that wards the innocent and the –”		“What are the delights of the Ruinous Powers to ''me'', traitor?" he snarls contemptuously through reddened froth. "I exist to defy…and ''deny'' them, both in the thrill of victory and in the pangs of defeat. I am the shield which protects the weak and the forsaken…I am the sword that defends the powerless and the forgotten. I am the spear that wards the innocent and the –”

	''“You are nothing!”'' the Iron Warrior roars as he grinds a heavy ceramite-shod boot down upon Brenevier’s laboring chest. “I slew Astartes a hundred times your worth on the black sands of Isstvan V and I declare truthfully that you are ''nothing!'' Your forsaken Chapter, this besieged world, your rotting Imperium, your impotent Corpse God – everything you are loyal to will be broken in the end. ''This'' is just a foretaste, a personalized lesson concerning the inevitability of futility. Now, I ask you one last time: ''were those useless snot-nosed brats worth it?”''		''“You are nothing!”'' the Iron Warrior roars as he grinds a heavy ceramite-shod boot down upon Brenevier’s laboring chest. “I slew Astartes a hundred times your worth on the black sands of Isstvan V and I declare truthfully that you are ''nothing!'' Your forsaken Chapter, this besieged world, your rotting Imperium, your impotent Corpse God – everything you are loyal to will be broken in the end. ''This'' is just a foretaste, a personalized lesson concerning the inevitability of futility. Now, I ask you one last time: ''were those useless snot-nosed brats worth it?”''
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	“Yes! Both now and always!” Brenevier gasps, smiling faintly despite the all-encompassing pain, vividly recalling Molli’s look of astonished wonder when he had entered the little run-down back-alley chapel to find the nine undernourished street-children gathered together like frightened birds before the yet-undesecrated alter, invoking the Emperor and Sanguinius for protection with simple beseeching prayers as their hive-city slowly fell apart around them. Seeing such uncontained joy on such an innocent hopeful face had made the entire search-and-rescue mission worth every grueling hour. “I have no regrets, abomination! None! For those I cherish I die in glory!”		“Yes! Both now and always!” Brenevier gasps, smiling faintly despite the all-encompassing pain, vividly recalling Molli’s look of astonished wonder when he had entered the little run-down back-alley chapel to find the nine undernourished street-children gathered together like frightened birds before the yet-undesecrated alter, invoking the Emperor and Sanguinius for protection with simple beseeching prayers as their hive-city slowly fell apart around them. Seeing such uncontained joy on such an innocent hopeful face had made the entire search-and-rescue mission worth every grueling hour. “I have no regrets, abomination! None! For those I cherish I die in glory!”

	Khralk laughs, a harsh, gratingly hideous sound. “Oh yes, you shall indeed die, Lamenter; though there will be no glory in your death – these jackals that clamor at my heels will ensure it.” Stepping away from the incapacitated Space Marine the Iron Warrior utters a series of sharp commands in a vile unintelligible language whose syllables pierce Brenevier’s mind like poisoned spikes. An ecstatic cheer arises from the watching cultists. With a parting blow to the side Khralk turns and stomps off, crunching over the corpses of dead cultists and PDF troopers alike, pausing briefly to scornfully kick in the head of the lifeless brother Ralland. Chanting a litany to the Dark Gods the corrupted humans surge forwards, surrounding Brenevier and swarming over him like agitated oversized ants. ''I am sorry, Molli...I hope my memory alone is enough to sustain you now…		Khralk laughs, a harsh, gratingly hideous sound. “Oh yes, you shall indeed die, Lamenter; though there will be no glory in your death – these jackals that clamor at my heels will ensure it.” Stepping away from the incapacitated Space Marine the Iron Warrior utters a series of sharp commands in a vile unintelligible language whose syllables pierce Brenevier’s mind like poisoned spikes. An ecstatic cheer arises from the watching cultists. With a parting blow to the side Khralk turns and stomps off, crunching over the corpses of dead cultists and PDF troopers alike, pausing briefly to scornfully kick in the head of the lifeless brother Ralland. Chanting a litany to the Dark Gods the corrupted humans surge forwards, surrounding Brenevier and swarming over him like agitated oversized ants. ''I am sorry, Molli...I hope my memory alone is enough to sustain you now…
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	''“For those we cherish we die in glory!”'' the Lamenter screams out a final time before his tongue is severed in a welter of blood. Darkness engulfs him as his left eye is likewise pierced. The degenerate mortals stab, kick, claw and spit on him as the last pieces of his war-plate are pried loose and cast aside. “This hive is ''ours'' now!” a phlegmy male voice gargles into his ear in garbled Low Gothic as several chainblades are activated in unison nearby. “You have failed, Astartes – curse your Corpse God and die in vain!”		''“For those we cherish we die in glory!”'' the Lamenter screams out a final time before his tongue is severed in a welter of blood. Darkness engulfs him as his left eye is likewise pierced. The degenerate mortals stab, kick, claw and spit on him as the last pieces of his war-plate are pried loose and cast aside. “This hive is ''ours'' now!” a phlegmy male voice gargles into his ear in garbled Low Gothic as several chainblades are activated in unison nearby. “You have failed, Astartes – curse your Corpse God and die in vain!”

	''Better your target is me then the helpless people of Holdenmire...'' Brenevier steels his hearts and fortifies his mind against the torment and butchery to come. ''O father Sanguinius, faithful and true even unto death, accept the sacrifice of your loyal son in the knowledge that I have but one life to give to the Imperium...''		''Better your target is me then the helpless people of Holdenmire...'' Brenevier steels his hearts and fortifies his mind against the torment and butchery to come. ''O father Sanguinius, faithful and true even unto death, accept the sacrifice of your loyal son in the knowledge that I have but one life to give to the Imperium...''

	Abruptly the chanting morphs into shouts of pain and rage as the crack-crack of lasfire fills the plaza. Furious at being interrupted the cultists hurl themselves en masse at the approaching foe in a storm of pounding footsteps and blasphemous oaths. Some of the newcomers are singing Imperial hymns and above the lasfire and the shrieking of revved chainswords the familiar brutal bark of an Astartes-pattern boltgun rises like a sacred song of defiance above the chaotic mêlée of joined combat.		Abruptly the chanting morphs into shouts of pain and rage as the crack-crack of lasfire fills the plaza. Furious at being interrupted the cultists hurl themselves en masse at the approaching foe in a storm of pounding footsteps and blasphemous oaths. Some of the newcomers are singing Imperial hymns and above the lasfire and the shrieking of revved chainswords the familiar brutal bark of an Astartes-pattern boltgun rises like a sacred song of defiance above the chaotic mêlée of joined combat.
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	''“For those we cherish!”'' the loyal hivers cry aloud in one voice as they collectively raise their scavenged weapons in defiance, their grieving faces hardening in determination. Athrulf salutes Brenevier’s body with his sizzling power-sword, his eyes lingering unwillingly on the dead Lamenter’s profane wounds, knowing in the depths of his own hearts a similar fate awaits him and those he leads. Behind his visor Athrulf smiles sadly. It does not matter: he is a scion of Sanguinius and like his revered gene-sire he exists to serve as an example of righteous purpose and as an exemplar of the nobility that still exists within the human species. ''If our primarch suffered such an end then we his faithful sons must expect no less from this hostile hope-forsaken galaxy; the distant stars burn all the more brightly in the void because they are forever surrounded by such a great darkness; thus we must strive to be as stars to the Imperium’s people, so that they may know they are not alone in that vast darkness…''		''“For those we cherish!”'' the loyal hivers cry aloud in one voice as they collectively raise their scavenged weapons in defiance, their grieving faces hardening in determination. Athrulf salutes Brenevier’s body with his sizzling power-sword, his eyes lingering unwillingly on the dead Lamenter’s profane wounds, knowing in the depths of his own hearts a similar fate awaits him and those he leads. Behind his visor Athrulf smiles sadly. It does not matter: he is a scion of Sanguinius and like his revered gene-sire he exists to serve as an example of righteous purpose and as an exemplar of the nobility that still exists within the human species. ''If our primarch suffered such an end then we his faithful sons must expect no less from this hostile hope-forsaken galaxy; the distant stars burn all the more brightly in the void because they are forever surrounded by such a great darkness; thus we must strive to be as stars to the Imperium’s people, so that they may know they are not alone in that vast darkness…''

	Baring his teeth in grim acceptance Athrulf maglocks his sword to his hip and slams his next-to-last clip of ammunition into his spent boltgun. A nearby explosion showers more rubble across the corpse-strewn plaza, causing the unarmored civilian-soldiers to scatter for cover. Another band of cultists clad in gaudy silk robes and wielding elegantly curved scimitars and bejeweled needle-pistols charge through the swirling smoke, singing perverse praises to an even more perverse deity. “Come to me, then!” Athrulf roars deafeningly as he swiftly redraws his sword and strides forward without hope or fear to meet the onrushing enemy frontrunners. ''“For those we cherish we die in glory!”		Baring his teeth in grim acceptance Athrulf maglocks his sword to his hip and slams his next-to-last clip of ammunition into his spent boltgun. A nearby explosion showers more rubble across the corpse-strewn plaza, causing the unarmored civilian-soldiers to scatter for cover. Another band of cultists clad in gaudy silk robes and wielding elegantly curved scimitars and bejeweled needle-pistols charge through the swirling smoke, singing perverse praises to an even more perverse deity. “Come to me, then!” Athrulf roars deafeningly as he swiftly redraws his sword and strides forward without hope or fear to meet the onrushing enemy frontrunners. ''“For those we cherish we die in glory!”
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	==External Links==		==External Links==
	* [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pr1Ip9aaHIA The Lamenters summed up] by [[If the Emperor had a Text-to-Speech Device]]... aside from the bit about a weird Spiderman cosplay at the end. Warning: It is insanely depressing.		* [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pr1Ip9aaHIA The Lamenters summed up] by [[If the Emperor had a Text-to-Speech Device]]... aside from the bit about a weird Spiderman cosplay at the end. Warning: It is insanely depressing.
	* SCREW THAT DEPRESSING VIDEO AND LISTEN TO THIS EPIC SONG INSTEAD! [https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ybvtDr48sqo Here they are], in all their glorious awesomeness, because the Lamenters will always stand and fight for those who can't, dying in glory!		* SCREW THAT DEPRESSING VIDEO AND LISTEN TO THIS EPIC SONG INSTEAD! [https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ybvtDr48sqo Here they are], in all their glorious awesomeness, because the Lamenters will always stand and fight for those who can't, dying in glory!
	* [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wESGz7j14w "Do you know what it means? That word - lament."]		* [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wESGz7j14w "Do you know what it means? That word - lament."]

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	** [https://archiveofourown.org/works/23344960/chapters/55925782 A lone Primaris Lamenter hunts Drukhari on an outlying Imperial world]		** [https://archiveofourown.org/works/23344960/chapters/55925782 A lone Primaris Lamenter hunts Drukhari on an outlying Imperial world]
	* More to be added as I find them		* More to be added as I find them

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