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>It is the 41st Millennium
>For more than a hundred centuries Gawr Gura has sat immobile on the Golden Youtube Play Button of Earth
>She is the Master of Mankind by the will of the algorithm, and master of a million worlds by the might of her inexhaustible subs
>She is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Pedology
>She is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that she may never truly die
>Yet even in her deathless state, the Shaak continues her eternal vigilance
>Mighty battlefleets cross the tentacle-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Detective, the autistic manifestation of the Shaak's will
>Vast armies give battle in her name on uncounted worlds
>Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Praefectianus Phoinix, the Space Rangers, bio-engineered sentai warriors
>Their comrades in arms are legion: the Chumbud Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Booba and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Enmanichus to name only a few
>But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from antis, cultists, skeletons - and worse
>To be an idolfag in such times is to be one amongst untold billions
>It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody fanbase imaginable
>These are the tales of those times
>Forget the power of てえてえ and wholesome, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned
>Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim darkness of the far future there is only war
>There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of trolling and shitpost, and the laughter of cringy gods
>and eventually, Mori's final yab