Tuesday, October 30, 2012

0 12 Days of Chaos: Day 11

On the eleventh day of Chaos my true God's gifted to me
Eleven Cult Sacrificing
Ten Zombies Moaning, Nine Daemons Possessing, Eight Marines Screaming, Seven Skulls Exploding, Six Slayers Slaying, Five Strange Things, Four Chaos Lords, Three Tyrants, Two Chaos Marks and Daemonic Immortality

The eleventh hour is upon us.  The age of man is about to set and the birth of darkness will be unleashed onto the imperium.  The days were long and bountiful in their harvest but no more.  Instead we will see plagues infecting our neighbours.  Blood spilling forth from mountains of skulls. Hedonistic cults engaging in vulgar sacrifices.  While abominations of man mutate before your eyes.  Embrace the madness like that of the Standard Template Construct.  Propel it with that of your own as they celebrate the final hours of the 12 Days of Chaos.

Monday, October 29, 2012

0 12 Days of Chaos: Day 10

On the tenth day of Chaos my true God's gifted to me
Ten Zombies Moaning,
Nine Daemons Possessing, Eight Marines Screaming, Seven Skulls Exploding, Six Slayers Slaying, Five Strange Things, Four Chaos Lords, Three Tyrants, Two Chaos Marks and Daemonic Immortality 

A dark impeding storm hangs over the Standard Template Construct as they continue to decipher the arcane text of the new Chaos Bible. Bearing down on the enemies of the Dark Gods the heavens themselves rain destruction down upon them. Arrayed with a variety of warp infused machines and marines the Standard Template Construct unleash their burden of their heavy madness down upon the imperium of man.  

Sunday, October 28, 2012

0 12 Days of Chaos: Day 9

On the ninth day of Chaos my true God's granted me
Nine Daemons Possessing, 
Eight Marines Screaming, Seven Skulls Exploding, Six Slayers Slaying, Five Strange Things, Four Chaos Lords, Three Tyrants, Two Chaos Marks and Daemonic Immortality

Blurring the lines of reality with the fabric of the warp the Standard Template Construct continue to peak away at the new Chaos Bible.  Like vultures feasting on a rotting blotted carcass.  Today the stuff their gullets with the like of Raptures, Spawn and Heldrakes.  If that wasn't enough they'll be finishing their meal off with Warp Talons and Chaos Bikers.  The Standard Template Construct tears at the appendages of these Fast foul beast until there is nothing left on their bones. 

Saturday, October 27, 2012

0 12 Days of Chaos: Day 8


On the eighth day of Chaos my true God's granted me
Eight Marines Screaming
Seven Skulls Exploding, Six Slayers Slaying, Five Strange Things, Four Chaos Lords, Three Tyrants, Two Chaos Marks and Daemonic Immortality

The Cult of the Standard Template Construct screams into the sphere of the Blog. Demanding their readers to show them a worthy enemy for their Elite Warriors to slaughter.  The devote Cults of Marines are hungry to kill in their names of their Dark Gods.  Rage and hatred flow through their veins as the Warp washes over their bodies. Weapons of mass destruction in their own right these warriors are the heart of an army; wreaking havoc and destruction upon their enemies.  

Friday, October 26, 2012

0 12 Days of Chaos: Day 7


On the seventh day of Chaos my true God's granted me
Seven Skulls Exploding
Six Slayers Slaying, Five Strange Things, Four Chaos Lords, Three Tyrants, Two Chaos Marks and Daemonic Immortality

Shifting through the ever moving sands of time the Standard Template Construct Cultists filter out the madness of the Warp.  Using the tips of their spears they methodically inspect each and every grain.  Scrying the particles of time like a fortune teller with her crystal ball.  Glimpsing into the future of the Dark Gods they look to the Elite Warriors of Chaos for their salvation.  Without them the madness of the Eye of Terror will consume all those that use it a shelter from the storm.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

0 12 Days of Chaos: Day 6

On the sixth day of Chaos my true God's granted me
Six Slayers Slaying,
Five Strange Things, Four Chaos Lords, Three Tyrants, Two Chaos Mark

The blood of imperium coats the daemonic alter of Chaos.  One of the three cultist of the Standard Template Construct reads from the new testament of the dark bible as the other two continue to slay thee innocent.  With no end in sight the madness appears to have consumed all those around them.  Fowl incantations spill from the lips of all those that flock to hear words of the Chaos Gods.  For it is these cultist that the Gods smile down upon.  They are but cogs in the Standard Template Construct.  Like horses to a burning barn they begin to senselessly disembowel themselves. 

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

0 12 Days of Chaos: Day 5

On the fifth day of Chaos my true God's granted me
Five Strange Things, 
Four Chaos Lords, Three Tyrants, Two Chaos Marks, and Daemonic Immortality

As Khorne sulks in the corner looking for another God to play with, the other three are revealing in delight at their Sorcerers.  With the likes of Harry Potter, Gandolf, The Wicked Witch of the West and Charlie Sheen there is little doubt these gods have embowed their Champions with the supernatural edge that even Khorne himself is afraid of.  Strange days these are and little seems to make sense but the weavers of the warp over at the Standard Template Construct are trying their best to untangle the mysteries of the new Chaos bible.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

0 12 Days of Chaos: Day 4


On the fourth day of Chaos, my true God's granted me
Four Chaos Lords,
Three Tyrants, Two Chaos Marks, and Daemonic Immortality

With the sands of the hourglass slipping by the Standard Template Construct Lords celebrate the fourth moment of time in their "12 Days of Chaos" review.  The heart and soul of these ancient Chaos Lords are tainted with the essence of the Warp itself.  Serving the Dark Gods they hope that you the readers out their will smile down upon the Standard Template Construct by visiting their blog for but a moment of your time.

Monday, October 22, 2012

0 12 Days of Chaos: Day 3

On the third day of Chaos, my true God's granted me
Three Tyrants, 
Two Chaos Marks, and Daemonic Immortality

Each of them legends in their own right.  Each them looming over their foot soldiers as they stand upon their merits.  Each of them a menace to the Corpse Emperor and his lap dogs.  These sadistic warriors of the Dark Gods are their prodigal sons. Constantly chipping away at the imperium's armour.  Thousands of cultist, renegades, daemons and other monstrosities flock to these imposing warriors.  For those of you who have yet to be embraced by one of their shadows head on over to the Standard Template Construct where they are surgically examining each of the new (old) special characters in the Chaos Space Marine codex.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

0 12 Days of Chaos: Day 2


On the second day of Chaos, my true God's granted me
Two Chaos Marks
and Daemonic Immortality

The devote followers of the Dark Gods have begun marking themselves with daemonic symbols in hopes that the Gods while smile upon them.  Some have branded their flesh, while others have mutilated their flesh beyond recognition.  If you have yet to be marked by any of the Chaos Gods head on over to the Standard Template Construct today as they are not only giving one away to each of their readers but are explaining the benefits of each.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

0 12 Days of Chaos: Day 1

On the first day of Chaos, my true God's granted me
Daemonic Immortality

Over the next twelve days The Standard Construct Blog is celebrating the release of the new Chaos Space Marine Codex with the 12 Days of Chaos.  Each day they will be delving into the filth encrusted pages of the Dark Bible and sharing their thoughts on each of the units in the book. 

Thursday, October 18, 2012

0 Haiku Thursday #52: Love

love dignifies us
gate to happiness or tears
blissful yet corrupt

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Saturday, October 6, 2012

0 STC Saturdays: Tales From the Ravenous


Their eyes radiated with a fervent blood lust in the dark bitter night.  Fuelled by the chaotic hatred of their existence, they scoured the blackness for my soul.  Chilled to the bone by the howling screams that they emancipated from the warp; I feared for my life.  Frantically scuttling deeper and further into the Cimmerian shade that laid outstretched before me.  The vitality of the world around me began to spiral out of control;  the air that my lungs absorbed began to boil.  Tearing and devouring the fabrics of reality the hounds of hell were lapping at my door.  Feasting on my flesh and blood, they left nothing for the sands of time to remember my name...
This past week I relished in the various red hues that caressed the bristles of my paint brush.  From blood red to red gore, the Chaos Hounds of War, that I was painting were finally coming to life.  Like the blade of a bloodfeeder they cried out for more.  Having laid dormant since the spring equinox their were ravenous for my attention.  Even as I lay in bed writing these words I am haunted by their vociferous screams.  An insatiable appetite for both destruction and attention I have devoted a large amount of my diminutive free time to their needs.  With Paradise Lost, "A cry of Hell Hounds never ceasing bark'd With wide Cerberean mouths full loud" can be heard forever echoing in madness of the night.


Thursday, October 4, 2012

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

0 Silvering Lining in the Cloud of Doubt

I see ye visibly, and now believe
That he, the Supreme Good, to whom all things ill
Are but as slavish officers of vengeance,
Would send a glistering guardian, if need were 
To keep my life and honour unassailed. 
Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud 
Turn forth her silver lining on the night? 
I did not err; there does a sable cloud 
Turn forth her silver lining on the night, 
And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.

John Milton in Comus: A Mask Presented at Ludlow Castle, 1634

No matter how menacing the clouds of vengeance may be if one looks deep into the heart of the tempest untold riches lie in wait.   As the turmoil of it's hatred swirl about in a destructive state they have the ability to conceal and distract one from what lies within.  Tossed about and infused with the hubris that fuels it's rage even the strongest of will and mind can become lost to chaos that surrounds it. With the cups of the Chaos Space Marine Codex upon us I fell victim to the maelstrom that circled it.  Venomous words spewed from my mouth as I bit with the disdain of revulsion to the new models that Games Workshop was releasing with the new bible of Chaos.  Blinded by my lack of fervidity towards the miniatures that were being set loose upon the galaxy I charged the ominous clouds around me.  Destruction was all that was left behind.

As the dust settled my temperament dissolved into the aftermath.  It was here that I found solitude in what had previously wrecked havoc on my mind.  The silver lining glittered with a smirk of spite before my eyes.  It whispered to me of a the fortune that Games Workshop had given me.  With a lack of enthusiasm towards the models being released I would be left with my coffers full.  With my wealth secured from the clawing grasps of Games Workshop I would be free to indulge myself with other means.  My mind became flooded with a plethora of explosive ideas.  Once again the storm clouds began to circle this time bringing life to my hobby rather than destruction and doubt.
As the rain pelts down on the rest of the naysayers I wait patiently for the new tomb of Chaos to be in my hands. From their I will know what fork in the road to take. For mine will be the one that is less travelled. I have glanced down each of these paths once before but it was merely a glance. I have longed for each of them since my delicate mind gave birth to each of them. To left Slaneesh teases all my senses with titillating images from corrupted sisters to the sweet sirens of it's sonic weaponry. Tzeentch whispers in my ears about what it has to offer me though. Ancient warriors encased in their sarcophagus like armour. The knowledge of its' words ripple into my soul. Nurgle moans about his forgotten warriors that languish in my possession. The Father of Decay threatens to infest my body with the filth of his noxious touch if I do not listen to its demands. The sands of time musts fall for the implications of my decision must be made after I have read the blessed words of the New Chaos. Till then I I refuse to wipe the smirk off my fragile face for it knows that the golden age of Chaos is what lines the menacing clouds with silver.