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	'''THE GRAND DAD EMPIRE''' ARE a prolific VINESAUCE-centric MEME group based in BEDROCK CITY. Their largest periods of activity seemed to be around the time SILVAGUNNER was terminated, when they were hosting several unofficial VINESAUCE gaming events (which they assure you repeatedly are ''not'' official Tournaments and are in no way affiliated with JOEL).		{{Story}}

	~~They operated out of~~ the ~~SilvaGunner YouTube channel until it was terminated in 2014, after which they appear to have transitioned briefly to GiivaSunner in September of 2016 before returning to SilvaGunner in June of 2018~~.		A touching story inspired vaguely by ''All Quiet on the Western Front''.

	== ~~CHANNELS~~ ==		==The Story==
	The ~~original forums appeared~~ to ~~function as four services: preparation and communication in service~~ of ~~coming events, discussion about new HIGH~~-~~QUALITY RIPS, MEME showcase, and general VINESAUCE or unrelated discussion~~.		The Guardsman awoke in darkness, his head spinning. His day came back to him slowly, bit by bit. An Eldar attack. The Commissar leading a counter-charge. His death on the end of a monster's bloody-hand. And then...what?

	~~{{awesome}}== EVENTS ==~~		An explosion of some sort. And then only blackness. "Friendly fire?" he thought to himself. He quickly nixed the idea. The Guard's heavy weaponry had been the xenos' first target. But they themselves weren't much for explosive weaponry so who...?
	The ~~VINESAUCE MEME events~~ that The ~~GRAND DAD EMPIRE held were known for being diverse and involved~~, ~~due~~ in ~~large part to their incredibly strong YTP scene~~. ~~These events would involve VINESAUCE-branded fan-made HIGH-QUALITY RIPS for SONGS that wouldn't exist for nearly~~ a ~~decade~~, ~~and some that~~ still ~~don't! They also hosted some of~~ the ~~first KING FOR ANOTHER DAY tournaments~~, with ~~fan HIGH-QUALITY RIPS~~.		"The Orks," came a voice from the shadows. It was only then that the Guardsman realized he'd been thinking aloud.
			"Orks?" he replied, incredulous. "But-"
			"Orks." The voice cut him off, impatient. "Trust me." A female voice, he noted. But not a familiar one. He ran down a mental list of women in his unit, and came up with nothing matching this particular voice.
			He settled into a corner, his eyes still adjusting to the poor lighting filtering through the cracks in the rubble above. "So, what unit were you with?"
			Silence.
			"I was with the 401st Cadian. Well, AM I suppose. Assuming we ever get out of here."
			Still silence.

	~~In later years~~, ~~an event known as GRAND FEST~~ was ~~hosting PREMIERES for GRAND DAD Fantasy~~, ~~KING FOR ANOTHER DAY~~, ~~GRANDmachine~~, ~~HE THICC 69~~, and ~~MEME Wars, as of 2019~~.		"Noticed your accent. Where you from?"
			"You wouldn't have heard of it. I doubt you could even pronounce the name." A wet cough punctuated the woman's sentence. The Guardsman's eyes better adjusted, he could make out the silhouette of his tomb-mate: it was clear she was holding tightly to her side.
			"Are you alright?" he asked, making to move closer.
			"Stop. I-I'm fine." The figure moved a little in the darkness, sitting upright.
			"If you say so," replied the Guardsman quietly. "Bitch don't want my help, bitch won't get it", he thought to himself.
			There was a moment's awkward pause. "So you never told me where you were from," the Guardsman hinted.
			"Rimward, I think you would call it." came the reply.
			"Ah, xenos space. I take it you're familiar with these Eldar then?"
			A muffled laugh came from the shadows. "You could say that." The Guardsman furrowed his brow at this, but offered no further comment. He sat still in the dim light and waited for his sight to return to him fully.

	~~== HIGH-QUALITY RIPS~~ and ~~MEMES ==~~		He found comfort amidst the rubble and lost focus...
	~~Some HIGH~~-~~QUALITY RIPS appear~~ to ~~have seen releases or updates in 5th~~ and ~~6th edition~~. ~~Note that The GRAND DAD EMPIRE seem~~ to ~~have been most active between 2012~~ and ~~2019~~.		He awoke with a start. "Ugh, was I dozing?"
			"You were...snoring?"
			"Hell, sorry. How long was I out?" The Guardsman knew the answer himself almost immediately. The dim light that had been filtering through had faded to a yellow-red. Sundown.
			His companion didn't deign to answer the question.
			"You doing alright?" His sight returned, he could make out a small, dark puddle amidst the rubble at the woman's side.
			"I am...fine. The pain diminishes when I focus on my h-" The sentence was cut off by a wet cough. The Guardsman could almost hear the blood flecking his companion's lips. "My husband," she finished, after a moment.
			"You've got someone at home too, then? My wife and son are waiting for me to finish this tour of duty." His eyes wet a little thinking of them, but he forced it to pass. Even as he did so, he realized the foolishness of his haste; the woman could not possibly see his face amidst her pain and the imminent darkness.
			"Tell me of your boy," she requested ("Somewhat forcefully", thought the Guardsman, but he made no comment).

	* GRAND DAD 2: SPASTIC BOOGALOO		And he did. He told her of his boy Philos. Of the letters he wrote to his father, all broken grammar and backwards "e"s. Of the pictures his wife passed along: his boy in a Guardsman costume, his boy playing magne-ball, his boy asleep in the sandbox. He told of his wife: her constant stream of letters, her voice, his memories of their meeting.
	* GRAND DAD 3: ~~THE GAUNTLET OF ASS (FEATURING SMOL NOZOMI~~, ~~TITO DICKMAN~~, ~~SPONGE~~, ~~HE THICC~~, ~~and SANS UNDERTALE)~~
	* GRAND DAD 4: GRAND DAD IS GOD
	* GRAND DAD 5: DEATH TO 1D4CHAN

	~~GRAND DAD IS LOVE~~		After awhile he realized his compatriot was only half listening. "Why don't you tell me of your husband?"
	~~GRAND DAD IS LIFE~~		She either ignored his inquiry or didn't hear it over her bloody coughs. He thought to ask again, but ultimately resigned himself to silence.
	~~GRAND DAD WILL CONQUER THIS WIKI~~
	~~FOR MEMES~~		"I am passing, Mon'Keigh."
	~~FOR VINESAUCE~~		"Hey don't say it like that. Help will come soo- What?" There was a tense pause.
	~~AND FOR~~		"Had you really no inkling before now, Mon'Keigh?" She sucked in breath tightly, her teeth clenched against the pain. "Not even a race as young as yours could spawn one so naive."
	~~SILVAGUNNER~~		The Guardsmen scrambled for his lasgun and flicked on the flashlight scope. He targeted the Xenos filth. The crosshairs focused instantly. He slid his finger to the trigger and...
	~~[[Category~~: ~~Meme]][[Category: GRAND DAD]][[Category: GRAND DAD Fantasy]]~~[[Category: ~~Awesome~~]]		Nothing.
			'Emperor forgive me my Heresy.'
			He propped the light on a rock and, his hands freed, moved to the Guardian's side. He got his first good look at her wound, and all his prior thoughts were confirmed. "That's one helluva wound, miss." She nodded weakly, moving her face away from the light as she did so. He tried to move her hands aside, to put better pressure on the wound than her shaking hands possibly could, but she held firm.
			"I am already passing, Mon'Keigh. Do not let me bloody your hands." He shook his head slowly and sighed.
			"Why are you so set on dying? Have you no desire to see your home again?" he asked, incredulous.

			"I bear no illusions, child. Even if your people somehow stave off the Ork horde, my allies are spent." She coughed lightly, her lungs not possessing the air to repeat the forceful coughs of the earlier hours. "I...need a favor of you, Mon'Keigh."
			"I- There's no way...! It's heresy enough that I'm helping a-a-" A pause.
			"A filthy xenos scum like me?" she said quietly. "It is not much I ask of you." He nodded, ashamed at his outburst. "When I pass...the stone on my chest. It will-" A cough. "It will fill. And glow. Take it to the webway gate my people were guarding. It is my only hope for return."
			"Return? I-I don't understand."
			"There is not time. Just do it, please. The webway is my last chance to see my husband, Mon'Keigh. My last-" Her coughs were interspersed with tears now as the pain began to overcome her defenses. "Please," she whispered.
			He nodded solemnly.

			After a time, she smiled faintly. "Tell y-your boy Inaya said...hello." Her head lolled to the side, bathing her fine features in the light. The stone at her chest began to glow fiercely, as if the spirit trapped within found renewed vigor in its undamaged shell. As the Guardsman pried the stone loose of her breastplate, he noticed a small piece of twine snaking from between her fingertips. His eyes followed it into the darkness near where he had awoken. Pocketing the stone, he redirected his rifle's light to continue the path. His eyes followed the twine to a small flicker of blue-black metal embedded in the rubble where he had lain, unconscious, for so long.

			"A plasma grenade?" he said aloud. "But then why didn't she..."

			=Epilogue:=

			Two decades later, another battlefield with an all-too-similar story. Again the Imperial Guard, alone and spread thin, stand as the only protectors of a lonely world. This time the Tyranids are the threat. Eldar forces, led by a Farseer, join the fight at its climax, knowing that if the IG fall that an entire craftworld will be lost. In the heat of the battle, a lone Guardsman pinned and swarmed, but he is saved by a flamer blast from a nearby Wraithlord. For a moment, young Philos feels the bone construct probing his mind through the Warp. He gives the xenos walker a weak salute, and charges back into the fray.

			The walker smiles internally, its red stone glowing brighter for just a moment. "I'm sure his father is proud."

			[[Category:Warhammer 40,000]]

1d4chan>I LOVE gardevoirs! at 16:27, 14 August 2020

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	~~{{Story}}~~		'''THE GRAND DAD EMPIRE''' ARE a prolific VINESAUCE-centric MEME group based in BEDROCK CITY. Their largest periods of activity seemed to be around the time SILVAGUNNER was terminated, when they were hosting several unofficial VINESAUCE gaming events (which they assure you repeatedly are ''not'' official Tournaments and are in no way affiliated with JOEL).

	~~A touching story inspired vaguely by ''All Quiet on~~ the ~~Western Front''~~.		They operated out of the SilvaGunner YouTube channel until it was terminated in 2014, after which they appear to have transitioned briefly to GiivaSunner in September of 2016 before returning to SilvaGunner in June of 2018.

	==~~The Story~~==		== CHANNELS ==
	The ~~Guardsman awoke~~ in ~~darkness~~, ~~his head spinning. His day came back to him slowly~~, ~~bit by bit. An Eldar attack. The Commissar leading a counter-charge. His death on the end of a monster's bloody-hand. And then..~~.~~what?~~		The original forums appeared to function as four services: preparation and communication in service of coming events, discussion about new HIGH-QUALITY RIPS, MEME showcase, and general VINESAUCE or unrelated discussion.

	~~An explosion of some sort. And then only blackness. "Friendly fire?" he thought to himself. He quickly nixed the idea.~~ The ~~Guard's heavy weaponry had been the xenos' first target. But they themselves weren't much~~ for ~~explosive weaponry so who...?~~		{{awesome}}== EVENTS ==
	~~"The Orks~~,~~" came a voice from the shadows~~. ~~It was only then~~ that ~~the Guardsman realized he~~'~~d been thinking aloud.~~		The VINESAUCE MEME events that The GRAND DAD EMPIRE held were known for being diverse and involved, due in large part to their incredibly strong YTP scene. These events would involve VINESAUCE-branded fan-made HIGH-QUALITY RIPS for SONGS that wouldn't exist for nearly a decade, and some that still don't! They also hosted some of the first KING FOR ANOTHER DAY tournaments, with fan HIGH-QUALITY RIPS.
	~~"Orks?" he replied, incredulous. "But-"~~
	~~"Orks." The voice cut him off, impatient. "Trust me." A female voice, he noted. But not~~ a ~~familiar one. He ran down a mental list of women in his unit~~, and ~~came up with nothing matching this particular voice.~~
	~~He settled into a corner, his eyes~~ still ~~adjusting to~~ the ~~poor lighting filtering through the cracks in the rubble above. "So~~, ~~what unit were you~~ with?"
	~~Silence.~~
	~~"I was with the 401st Cadian. Well, AM I suppose. Assuming we ever get out of here."~~
	~~Still silence~~.

	~~"Noticed your accent. Where you from?"~~		In later years, an event known as GRAND FEST was hosting PREMIERES for GRAND DAD Fantasy, KING FOR ANOTHER DAY, GRANDmachine, HE THICC 69, and MEME Wars, as of 2019.
	~~"You wouldn't have heard of it. I doubt you could even pronounce the name." A wet cough punctuated the woman's sentence. The Guardsman's eyes better adjusted~~, ~~he could make out the silhouette of his tomb-mate: it~~ was ~~clear she was holding tightly to her side.~~
	~~"Are you alright?" he asked~~, ~~making to move closer.~~
	~~"Stop. I-I'm fine." The figure moved a little in the darkness~~, ~~sitting upright.~~
	~~"If you say so~~,~~" replied the Guardsman quietly. "Bitch don't want my help~~, ~~bitch won't get it"~~, ~~he thought to himself.~~
	~~There was a moment's awkward pause. "So you never told me where you were from," the Guardsman hinted.~~
	~~"Rimward, I think you would call it." came the reply.~~
	~~"Ah, xenos space. I take it you're familiar with these Eldar then?"~~
	A muffled laugh came from the shadows. "You could say that." The Guardsman furrowed his brow at this, but offered no further comment. He sat still in the dim light and waited for his sight to return to him fully.

	~~He found comfort amidst the rubble~~ and ~~lost focus...~~		== HIGH-QUALITY RIPS and MEMES ==
	~~He awoke with a start. "Ugh, was I dozing?"~~		Some HIGH-QUALITY RIPS appear to have seen releases or updates in 5th and 6th edition. Note that The GRAND DAD EMPIRE seem to have been most active between 2012 and 2019.
	~~"You were...snoring?"~~
	~~"Hell, sorry. How long was I out?" The Guardsman knew the answer himself almost immediately. The dim light that had been filtering through had faded to a yellow~~-~~red. Sundown.~~
	~~His companion didn't deign~~ to ~~answer the question.~~
	~~"You doing alright?" His sight returned, he could make out a small, dark puddle amidst the rubble at the woman's side.~~
	~~"I am...fine~~. The ~~pain diminishes when I focus on my h-" The sentence was cut off by a wet cough. The Guardsman could almost hear the blood flecking his companion's lips. "My husband," she finished, after a moment.~~
	~~"You've got someone at home too, then? My wife and son are waiting for me~~ to finish this tour of duty." His eyes wet a little thinking of them, but he forced it to pass. Even as he did so, he realized the foolishness of his haste; the woman could not possibly see his face amidst her pain and ~~the imminent darkness.~~
	~~"Tell me of your boy," she requested ("Somewhat forcefully", thought the Guardsman, but he made no comment)~~.

	~~And he did. He told her of his boy Philos. Of the letters he wrote to his father, all broken grammar and backwards "e"s. Of the pictures his wife passed along~~: ~~his boy in a Guardsman costume~~, ~~his boy playing magne-ball~~, ~~his boy asleep in the sandbox. He told of his wife: her constant stream of letters~~, ~~her voice~~, ~~his memories of their meeting.~~		* GRAND DAD 2: SPASTIC BOOGALOO
			* GRAND DAD 3: THE GAUNTLET OF ASS (FEATURING SMOL NOZOMI, TITO DICKMAN, SPONGE, HE THICC, and SANS UNDERTALE)
			* GRAND DAD 4: GRAND DAD IS GOD
			* GRAND DAD 5: DEATH TO 1D4CHAN

	~~After awhile he realized his compatriot was only half listening. "Why don't you tell me of your husband?"~~		GRAND DAD IS LOVE
	~~She either ignored his inquiry or didn't hear it over her bloody coughs. He thought to ask again, but ultimately resigned himself to silence.~~		GRAND DAD IS LIFE
			GRAND DAD WILL CONQUER THIS WIKI
	~~"I am passing, Mon'Keigh."~~		FOR MEMES
	~~"Hey don't say it like that. Help will come soo- What?" There was a tense pause.~~		FOR VINESAUCE
	~~"Had you really no inkling before now, Mon'Keigh?" She sucked in breath tightly, her teeth clenched against the pain. "Not even a race as young as yours could spawn one so naive."~~		AND FOR
	~~The Guardsmen scrambled for his lasgun and flicked on the flashlight scope. He targeted the Xenos filth. The crosshairs focused instantly. He slid his finger to the trigger and...~~		SILVAGUNNER
	~~Nothing.~~		[[Category: Meme]][[Category: GRAND DAD]][[Category: GRAND DAD Fantasy]][[Category: Awesome]]
	~~'Emperor forgive me my Heresy.'~~
	He propped the light on a rock and, his hands freed, moved to the Guardian's side. He got his first good look at her wound, and all his prior thoughts were confirmed. "That's one helluva wound, miss." She nodded weakly, moving her face away from the light as she did so. He tried to move her hands aside, to put better pressure on the wound than her shaking hands possibly could, but she held firm.
	~~"I am already passing, Mon'Keigh. Do not let me bloody your hands." He shook his head slowly and sighed.~~
	~~"Why are you so set on dying? Have you no desire to see your home again?" he asked, incredulous.~~

	"I bear no illusions, child. Even if your people somehow stave off the Ork horde, my allies are spent." She coughed lightly, her lungs not possessing the air to repeat the forceful coughs of the earlier hours. "I...need a favor of you, Mon'Keigh."
	~~"I- There's no way...! It's heresy enough that I'm helping a-a-" A pause.~~
	"A filthy xenos scum like me?" she said quietly. "It is not much I ask of you." He nodded, ashamed at his outburst. "When I pass...the stone on my chest. It will-" A cough. "It will fill. And glow. Take it to the webway gate my people were guarding. It is my only hope for return."
	~~"Return? I-I don't understand."~~
	"There is not time. Just do it, please. The webway is my last chance to see my husband, Mon'Keigh. My last-" Her coughs were interspersed with tears now as the pain began to overcome her defenses. "Please," she whispered.
	~~He nodded solemnly.~~

	After a time, she smiled faintly. "Tell y-your boy Inaya said...hello." Her head lolled to the side, bathing her fine features in the light. The stone at her chest began to glow fiercely, as if the spirit trapped within found renewed vigor in its undamaged shell. As the Guardsman pried the stone loose of her breastplate, he noticed a small piece of twine snaking from between her fingertips. His eyes followed it into the darkness near where he had awoken. Pocketing the stone, he redirected his rifle's light to continue the path. His eyes followed the twine to a small flicker of blue-black metal embedded in the rubble where he had lain, unconscious, for so long.

	~~"A plasma grenade?" he said aloud. "But then why didn't she..."~~

	~~=Epilogue~~:=

	Two decades later, another battlefield with an all-too-similar story. Again the Imperial Guard, alone and spread thin, stand as the only protectors of a lonely world. This time the Tyranids are the threat. Eldar forces, led by a Farseer, join the fight at its climax, knowing that if the IG fall that an entire craftworld will be lost. In the heat of the battle, a lone Guardsman pinned and swarmed, but he is saved by a flamer blast from a nearby Wraithlord. For a moment, young Philos feels the bone construct probing his mind through the Warp. He gives the xenos walker a weak salute, and charges back into the fray.

	~~The walker smiles internally, its red stone glowing brighter for just a moment. "I'm sure his father is proud."~~

	[[Category:~~Warhammer 40,000~~]]

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	=Epilogue:=		=Epilogue:=

	Two decades later, another battlefield with an all-too-similar story. Again the Imperial Guard, alone and spread thin, stand as the only protectors of a lonely world. This time the Tyranids are the threat. Eldar forces, led by a Farseer, join the fight at its climax, knowing that if the IG fall that an entire craftworld will be lost. In the heat of the battle, a lone Guardsman pinned and swarmed is saved by a flamer blast from a nearby Wraithlord. For a moment, young Philos feels the bone construct probing his mind through the Warp. He gives the xenos walker a weak salute, and charges back into the fray.		Two decades later, another battlefield with an all-too-similar story. Again the Imperial Guard, alone and spread thin, stand as the only protectors of a lonely world. This time the Tyranids are the threat. Eldar forces, led by a Farseer, join the fight at its climax, knowing that if the IG fall that an entire craftworld will be lost. In the heat of the battle, a lone Guardsman pinned and swarmed, but he is saved by a flamer blast from a nearby Wraithlord. For a moment, young Philos feels the bone construct probing his mind through the Warp. He gives the xenos walker a weak salute, and charges back into the fray.

	The walker smiles internally, its red stone glowing brighter for just a moment. "I'm sure his father is proud."		The walker smiles internally, its red stone glowing brighter for just a moment. "I'm sure his father is proud."

	[[Category:Warhammer 40,000]]		[[Category:Warhammer 40,000]]

1d4chan>Bob at 02:35, 29 January 2010

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	The walker smiles internally, its red stone glowing brighter for just a moment. "I'm sure his father is proud."		The walker smiles internally, its red stone glowing brighter for just a moment. "I'm sure his father is proud."

			[[Category:Warhammer 40,000]]

1d4chan>TarsTarkas at 03:19, 13 December 2009

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	==The Story==		==The Story==

	The Guardsman awoke in darkness, his head spinning. His day came back to him slowly, bit by bit. An Eldar attack. The Commissar leading a counter-charge. His death on the end of a monster's bloody-hand. And then...what?		The Guardsman awoke in darkness, his head spinning. His day came back to him slowly, bit by bit. An Eldar attack. The Commissar leading a counter-charge. His death on the end of a monster's bloody-hand. And then...what?

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	"I bear no illusions, child. Even if your people somehow stave off the Ork horde, my allies are spent." She coughed lightly, her lungs not possessing the air to repeat the forceful coughs of the earlier hours. "I...need a favor of you, Mon'Keigh."		"I bear no illusions, child. Even if your people somehow stave off the Ork horde, my allies are spent." She coughed lightly, her lungs not possessing the air to repeat the forceful coughs of the earlier hours. "I...need a favor of you, Mon'Keigh."
	"I- There's no way...! It's heresy enough that I'm helping a-a-" A pause.		"I- There's no way...! It's heresy enough that I'm helping a-a-" A pause.
	"A filthy xenos scum like me?" she said quietly. "It is not much I ask of you." He nodded, ashamed at his outburst. "When I pass... the stone on my chest. It will-" A cough. "It will fill. And glow. Take it to the webway gate my people were guarding. It is my only hope for return."		"A filthy xenos scum like me?" she said quietly. "It is not much I ask of you." He nodded, ashamed at his outburst. "When I pass...the stone on my chest. It will-" A cough. "It will fill. And glow. Take it to the webway gate my people were guarding. It is my only hope for return."
	"Return? I- I don't understand."		"Return? I-I don't understand."
	"There is not time. Just do it, please. The webway is my last chance to see my husband, Mon'Keigh. My last-" Her coughs were interspersed with tears now as the pain began to overcome her defenses. "Please," she whispered.		"There is not time. Just do it, please. The webway is my last chance to see my husband, Mon'Keigh. My last-" Her coughs were interspersed with tears now as the pain began to overcome her defenses. "Please," she whispered.
	He nodded solemnly.		He nodded solemnly.

	After a time, she smiled faintly. "Tell y-your boy Inaya said... hello." Her head lolled to the side, bathing her fine features in the light. The stone at her chest began to glow fiercely, as if the spirit trapped within found renewed vigor in its undamaged shell. As the Guardsman pried the stone loose of her breastplate, he noticed a small piece of twine snaking from between her fingertips. His eyes followed it into the darkness near where he had awoken. Pocketing the stone, he redirected his rifle's light to continue the path. His eyes followed the twine to a small flicker of blue-black metal embedded in the rubble where he had lain, unconscious, for so long.		After a time, she smiled faintly. "Tell y-your boy Inaya said...hello." Her head lolled to the side, bathing her fine features in the light. The stone at her chest began to glow fiercely, as if the spirit trapped within found renewed vigor in its undamaged shell. As the Guardsman pried the stone loose of her breastplate, he noticed a small piece of twine snaking from between her fingertips. His eyes followed it into the darkness near where he had awoken. Pocketing the stone, he redirected his rifle's light to continue the path. His eyes followed the twine to a small flicker of blue-black metal embedded in the rubble where he had lain, unconscious, for so long.

	"A plasma grenade?" he said aloud. "But then why didn't she..."		"A plasma grenade?" he said aloud. "But then why didn't she..."

99.144.231.20 at 02:29, 25 March 2009

2009-03-25T02:29:03Z

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{{Story}}

A touching story inspired vaguely by All Quiet on the Western Front.

==The Story==

The Guardsman awoke in darkness, his head spinning. His day came back to him slowly, bit by bit. An Eldar attack. The Commissar leading a counter-charge. His death on the end of a monster's bloody-hand. And then... what?

An explosion of some sort. And then only blackness. 'Friendly fire?' he thought to himself. He quickly nixed the idea. The Guard's heavy weaponry had been the xenos' first target. But they themselves weren't much for explosive weaponry so who---?
"The Orks," came a voice from the shadows. It was only then that the Guardsman realized he'd been thinking aloud.
"Orks?" he replied, incredulous. "But-"
"Orks." The voice cut him off, impatient. "Trust me." A female voice, he noted. But not a familiar one. He ran down a mental list of women in his unit, and came up with nothing matching this particular voice.
He settled into a corner, his eyes still adjusting to the poor lighting filtering through the cracks in the rubble above. "So, what unit were you with?"
Silence.
"I was with the 401st Cadian. Well, AM I suppose. Assuming we ever get out of here."
Still silence.

"Noticed your accent. Where you from?"
"You wouldn't have heard of it. I doubt you could even pronounce the name." A wet cough punctuated the woman's sentence. The Guardsman's eyes better adjusted, he could make out the silhouette of his tomb-mate: it was clear she was holding tightly to her side.
"Are you alright?" he asked, making to move closer.
"Stop. I- I'm fine." The figure moved a little in the darkness, sitting upright.
"If you say so," replied the Guardsman quietly. 'Bitch don't want my help, bitch won't get it,' he thought to himself.
There was a moment's awkward pause. "So you never told me where you were from," the Guardsman hinted.
"Rimward, I think you would call it." came the reply.
"Ah, xenos space. I take it you're familiar with these Eldar then?"
A muffled laugh came from the shadows. "You could say that." The Guardsman furrowed his brow at this, but offered no further comment. He sat still in the dim light and waited for his sight to return to him fully.

He found comfort amidst the rubble and lost focus...
He awoke with a start. "Ugh, was I dozing?"
"You were... snoring?"
"Hell, sorry. How long was I out?" The Guardsman knew the answer himself almost immediately. The dim light that had been filtering through had faded to a yellow-red. Sundown.
His companion didn't deign to answer the question.
"You doing alright?" His sight returned, he could make out a small, dark puddle amidst the rubble at the woman's side.
"I am... fine. The pain diminishes when I focus on my h-" The sentence was cut off by a wet cough. The Guardsman could almost hear the blood flecking his companion's lips. "My husband," she finished, after a moment.
"You've got someone at home too, then? My wife and son are waiting for me to finish this tour of duty." His eyes wet a little thinking of them, but he forced it to pass. Even as he did so, he realized the foolishness of his haste; the woman could not possibly see his face amidst her pain and the imminent darkness.
"Tell me of your boy," she requested ('Somewhat forcefully,' thought the Guardsman, but he made no comment).

And he did. He told her of his boy Philos. Of the letters he wrote to his father, all broken grammar and backwards 'e's. Of the pictures his wife passed along: his boy in a Guardsman costume, his boy playing magne-ball, his boy asleep in the sandbox. He told of his wife: her constant stream of letters, her voice, his memories of their meeting.

After awhile he realized his compatriot was only half listening. "Why don't you tell me of your husband?"
She either ignored his inquiry or didn't hear it over her bloody coughs. He thought to ask again, but ultimately resigned himself to silence.

"I am passing, Mon'Keigh."
"Hey don't say it like that. Help will come soo- What?" There was a tense pause.
"Had you really no inkling before now, Mon'Keigh?" She sucked in breath tightly, her teeth clenched against the pain. "Not even a race as young as yours could spawn one so naive."
The Guardsmen scrambled for his lasgun and flicked on the flashlight scope. He targeted the Xenos filth. The crosshairs focused instantly. He slid his finger to the trigger and...
Nothing.
'Emperor forgive me my Heresy.'
He propped the light on a rock and, his hands freed, moved to the Guardian's side. He got his first good look at her wound, and all his prior thoughts were confirmed. "That's one helluva wound, miss." She nodded weakly, moving her face away from the light as she did so. He tried to move her hands aside, to put better pressure on the wound than her shaking hands possibly could, but she held firm.
"I am already passing, Mon'Keigh. Do not let me bloody your hands." He shook his head slowly and sighed.
"Why are you so set on dying? Have you no desire to see your home again?" he asked, incredulous.

"I bear no illusions, child. Even if your people somehow stave off the Ork horde, my allies are spent." She coughed lightly, her lungs not possessing the air to repeat the forceful coughs of the earlier hours. "I... need a favor of you, Mon'Keigh."
"I- There's no way...! It's heresy enough that I'm helping a- a-" A pause.
"A filthy xenos scum like me?" she said quietly. "It is not much I ask of you." He nodded, ashamed at his outburst. "When I pass... the stone on my chest. It will-" A cough. "It will fill. And glow. Take it to the webway gate my people were guarding. It is my only hope for return."
"Return? I- I don't understand."
"There is not time. Just do it, please. The webway is my last chance to see my husband, Mon'Keigh. My last-" Her coughs were interspersed with tears now as the pain began to overcome her defenses. "Please," she whispered.
He nodded solemnly.

After a time, she smiled faintly. "Tell y-your boy Inaya said... hello." Her head lolled to the side, bathing her fine features in the light. The stone at her chest began to glow fiercely, as if the spirit trapped within found renewed vigor in its undamaged shell. As the Guardsman priedthe stone loose of her breastplate, he noticed a small piece of twine snaking from between her fingertips. His eyes followed it into the darkness near where he had awoken. Pocketing the stone, he redirected his rifle's light to continue the path. His eyes followed the twine to a small flicker of blue-black metal embedded in the rubble where he had lain, unconscious, for so long.

"A plasma grenade?" he said aloud. "But then why didn't she..."

=Epilogue:=

Two decades later, another battlefield with an all-too-similar story. Again the Imperial Guard, alone and spread thin, stand as the only protectors of a lonely world. This time the Tyranids are the threat. Eldar forces, led by a Farseer, join the fight at its climax, knowing that if the IG fall that an entire craftworld will be lost. In the heat of the battle, a lone Guardsman pinned and swarmed is saved by a flamer blast from a nearby Wraithlord. For a moment, young Philos feels the bone construct probing his mind through the Warp. He gives the xenos walker a weak salute, and charges back into the fray.

The walker smiles internally, its red stone glowing brighter for just a moment. 'I'm sure his father is proud.'

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	A touching story inspired vaguely by All Quiet on the Western Front.		A touching story inspired vaguely by ''All Quiet on the Western Front''.

	==The Story==		==The Story==

	The Guardsman awoke in darkness, his head spinning. His day came back to him slowly, bit by bit. An Eldar attack. The Commissar leading a counter-charge. His death on the end of a monster's bloody-hand. And then... what?		The Guardsman awoke in darkness, his head spinning. His day came back to him slowly, bit by bit. An Eldar attack. The Commissar leading a counter-charge. His death on the end of a monster's bloody-hand. And then...what?

	An explosion of some sort. And then only blackness. 'Friendly fire?' he thought to himself. He quickly nixed the idea. The Guard's heavy weaponry had been the xenos' first target. But they themselves weren't much for explosive weaponry so who~~---~~?		An explosion of some sort. And then only blackness. "Friendly fire?" he thought to himself. He quickly nixed the idea. The Guard's heavy weaponry had been the xenos' first target. But they themselves weren't much for explosive weaponry so who...?
	"The Orks," came a voice from the shadows. It was only then that the Guardsman realized he'd been thinking aloud.		"The Orks," came a voice from the shadows. It was only then that the Guardsman realized he'd been thinking aloud.
	"Orks?" he replied, incredulous. "But-"		"Orks?" he replied, incredulous. "But-"
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	"You wouldn't have heard of it. I doubt you could even pronounce the name." A wet cough punctuated the woman's sentence. The Guardsman's eyes better adjusted, he could make out the silhouette of his tomb-mate: it was clear she was holding tightly to her side.		"You wouldn't have heard of it. I doubt you could even pronounce the name." A wet cough punctuated the woman's sentence. The Guardsman's eyes better adjusted, he could make out the silhouette of his tomb-mate: it was clear she was holding tightly to her side.
	"Are you alright?" he asked, making to move closer.		"Are you alright?" he asked, making to move closer.
	"Stop. I- I'm fine." The figure moved a little in the darkness, sitting upright.		"Stop. I-I'm fine." The figure moved a little in the darkness, sitting upright.
	"If you say so," replied the Guardsman quietly. 'Bitch don't want my help, bitch won't get it,' he thought to himself.		"If you say so," replied the Guardsman quietly. "Bitch don't want my help, bitch won't get it", he thought to himself.
	There was a moment's awkward pause. "So you never told me where you were from," the Guardsman hinted.		There was a moment's awkward pause. "So you never told me where you were from," the Guardsman hinted.
	"Rimward, I think you would call it." came the reply.		"Rimward, I think you would call it." came the reply.
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	He found comfort amidst the rubble and lost focus...		He found comfort amidst the rubble and lost focus...
	He awoke with a start. "Ugh, was I dozing?"		He awoke with a start. "Ugh, was I dozing?"
	"You were... snoring?"		"You were...snoring?"
	"Hell, sorry. How long was I out?" The Guardsman knew the answer himself almost immediately. The dim light that had been filtering through had faded to a yellow-red. Sundown.		"Hell, sorry. How long was I out?" The Guardsman knew the answer himself almost immediately. The dim light that had been filtering through had faded to a yellow-red. Sundown.
	His companion didn't deign to answer the question.		His companion didn't deign to answer the question.
	"You doing alright?" His sight returned, he could make out a small, dark puddle amidst the rubble at the woman's side.		"You doing alright?" His sight returned, he could make out a small, dark puddle amidst the rubble at the woman's side.
	"I am... fine. The pain diminishes when I focus on my h-" The sentence was cut off by a wet cough. The Guardsman could almost hear the blood flecking his companion's lips. "My husband," she finished, after a moment.		"I am...fine. The pain diminishes when I focus on my h-" The sentence was cut off by a wet cough. The Guardsman could almost hear the blood flecking his companion's lips. "My husband," she finished, after a moment.
	"You've got someone at home too, then? My wife and son are waiting for me to finish this tour of duty." His eyes wet a little thinking of them, but he forced it to pass. Even as he did so, he realized the foolishness of his haste; the woman could not possibly see his face amidst her pain and the imminent darkness.		"You've got someone at home too, then? My wife and son are waiting for me to finish this tour of duty." His eyes wet a little thinking of them, but he forced it to pass. Even as he did so, he realized the foolishness of his haste; the woman could not possibly see his face amidst her pain and the imminent darkness.
	"Tell me of your boy," she requested ('Somewhat forcefully,' thought the Guardsman, but he made no comment).		"Tell me of your boy," she requested ("Somewhat forcefully", thought the Guardsman, but he made no comment).

	And he did. He told her of his boy Philos. Of the letters he wrote to his father, all broken grammar and backwards 'e's. Of the pictures his wife passed along: his boy in a Guardsman costume, his boy playing magne-ball, his boy asleep in the sandbox. He told of his wife: her constant stream of letters, her voice, his memories of their meeting.		And he did. He told her of his boy Philos. Of the letters he wrote to his father, all broken grammar and backwards "e"s. Of the pictures his wife passed along: his boy in a Guardsman costume, his boy playing magne-ball, his boy asleep in the sandbox. He told of his wife: her constant stream of letters, her voice, his memories of their meeting.

	After awhile he realized his compatriot was only half listening. "Why don't you tell me of your husband?"		After awhile he realized his compatriot was only half listening. "Why don't you tell me of your husband?"
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	"Why are you so set on dying? Have you no desire to see your home again?" he asked, incredulous.		"Why are you so set on dying? Have you no desire to see your home again?" he asked, incredulous.

	"I bear no illusions, child. Even if your people somehow stave off the Ork horde, my allies are spent." She coughed lightly, her lungs not possessing the air to repeat the forceful coughs of the earlier hours. "I... need a favor of you, Mon'Keigh."		"I bear no illusions, child. Even if your people somehow stave off the Ork horde, my allies are spent." She coughed lightly, her lungs not possessing the air to repeat the forceful coughs of the earlier hours. "I...need a favor of you, Mon'Keigh."
	"I- There's no way...! It's heresy enough that I'm helping a- a-" A pause.		"I- There's no way...! It's heresy enough that I'm helping a-a-" A pause.
	"A filthy xenos scum like me?" she said quietly. "It is not much I ask of you." He nodded, ashamed at his outburst. "When I pass... the stone on my chest. It will-" A cough. "It will fill. And glow. Take it to the webway gate my people were guarding. It is my only hope for return."		"A filthy xenos scum like me?" she said quietly. "It is not much I ask of you." He nodded, ashamed at his outburst. "When I pass... the stone on my chest. It will-" A cough. "It will fill. And glow. Take it to the webway gate my people were guarding. It is my only hope for return."
	"Return? I- I don't understand."		"Return? I- I don't understand."
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	He nodded solemnly.		He nodded solemnly.

	After a time, she smiled faintly. "Tell y-your boy Inaya said... hello." Her head lolled to the side, bathing her fine features in the light. The stone at her chest began to glow fiercely, as if the spirit trapped within found renewed vigor in its undamaged shell. As the Guardsman ~~priedthe~~ stone loose of her breastplate, he noticed a small piece of twine snaking from between her fingertips. His eyes followed it into the darkness near where he had awoken. Pocketing the stone, he redirected his rifle's light to continue the path. His eyes followed the twine to a small flicker of blue-black metal embedded in the rubble where he had lain, unconscious, for so long.		After a time, she smiled faintly. "Tell y-your boy Inaya said... hello." Her head lolled to the side, bathing her fine features in the light. The stone at her chest began to glow fiercely, as if the spirit trapped within found renewed vigor in its undamaged shell. As the Guardsman pried the stone loose of her breastplate, he noticed a small piece of twine snaking from between her fingertips. His eyes followed it into the darkness near where he had awoken. Pocketing the stone, he redirected his rifle's light to continue the path. His eyes followed the twine to a small flicker of blue-black metal embedded in the rubble where he had lain, unconscious, for so long.

	"A plasma grenade?" he said aloud. "But then why didn't she..."		"A plasma grenade?" he said aloud. "But then why didn't she..."
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	Two decades later, another battlefield with an all-too-similar story. Again the Imperial Guard, alone and spread thin, stand as the only protectors of a lonely world. This time the Tyranids are the threat. Eldar forces, led by a Farseer, join the fight at its climax, knowing that if the IG fall that an entire craftworld will be lost. In the heat of the battle, a lone Guardsman pinned and swarmed is saved by a flamer blast from a nearby Wraithlord. For a moment, young Philos feels the bone construct probing his mind through the Warp. He gives the xenos walker a weak salute, and charges back into the fray.		Two decades later, another battlefield with an all-too-similar story. Again the Imperial Guard, alone and spread thin, stand as the only protectors of a lonely world. This time the Tyranids are the threat. Eldar forces, led by a Farseer, join the fight at its climax, knowing that if the IG fall that an entire craftworld will be lost. In the heat of the battle, a lone Guardsman pinned and swarmed is saved by a flamer blast from a nearby Wraithlord. For a moment, young Philos feels the bone construct probing his mind through the Warp. He gives the xenos walker a weak salute, and charges back into the fray.

	The walker smiles internally, its red stone glowing brighter for just a moment. 'I'm sure his father is proud.'		The walker smiles internally, its red stone glowing brighter for just a moment. "I'm sure his father is proud."