It's 41st Century[edit] For more than a hundred centuries, the Emperor sits motionless on the Golden Throne of the Earth. He is the ruler of mankind by the will of the gods and the lord of a million worlds, his power is supported by countless armies. He is a decaying corpse in which the appearance of life is supported by the forces remaining from the Dark Ages. He is the Dead Lord of the Imperium, who sacrifices thousands of souls every day so that he can never truly die. But even in this state between life and death, the Emperor continues his vigilant vigil. Powerful combat fleets cross the miasma-impregnated depths of the warp demons, their way among the distant stars is illuminated by the Astronomer - a visible manifestation of the Emperor's will. Countless armies fight in His name in many worlds. The greatest of his soldiers are Adeptus Astartes, Space Marines, genetically altered superhuman warriors. There are no numbers of their combat comrades: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defense forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the technopriests Adeptus Mechanicus, and many, many others. But even these myriad forces are barely enough to contain the all-pervading threat xenos, heretics, mutants and what is even worse. Being human now means being one of the countless billions. To live under the cruelest and bloodiest power imaginable. You have heard stories about other times . Forget the power of technology and science too much has been forgotten and irretrievably lost. Forget the promises of progress and understanding, because in the gloomy world of the future there is only war. Among the stars there is never peace, there is only an eternity of slaughter and bloodshed, under the laughter of the cruel gods forever thirsty. 1. 0 - creating a file