Godly figure of the Imperium of mankind.
It is the 41st Millenium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperors will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquistion and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliends, heretics, mutants - and worse.
the ultimate in vandelizing substances. a combination of a weeks worth of food court products off of the floor, liqour, lacure thinner, paint thinner, propane, kerosine, boiled pepsi, camper fuel, moldy french fries, chocolate milk, ranch salad dressing, crushed peanuts, coffee grinds, oil, axle grease, hair spray, mouth wash, rubbing alcohol, tooth paste, and pepper.
then, it sat in the same bottle for 6 months.
jesus! is that the emperor?
yes. it is.
dude... it looks like greenish chocolate milk
i know. i know