Other servants of Chaos are intensely suffering or blindingly insane or 'merely' a mindless spawn, but Nurgle followers genuinely enjoy being followed by clouds of plague flies and having their organs dragging on the ground, and nothing would please them more than giving you a biiiiig hug so you can enjoy it too. But Papa Nurgle loves you, so it's all fine. It just so happens he shares his love by infecting you with so much disease you end up a bloated rotting zombie-like thing which is in so much pain that it can't feel any other pain. And he'd probably be jolly good grampy to you, if you'd just join up. Nurgle loves his followers, he really does.This is the goal which Necrons (at least pre-retcon) want to accomplish. Living beings cannot help but feel things, and so we will never truly be rid of them, so one of the few ways to ultimately defeate them is to kill every single living being in the galaxy. And the most horrifying thing is that they exist by feeding on the emotions of living beings. Four Gods of Chaos, countless ways to make your spine tingle.WARNING: Per wiki policy, Spoilers Off applies to Nightmare Fuel pages. Works with their own Nightmare Fuel pages Have we exhausted all possible ways to divine the future? How many scribes must toil to scratch their visions onto ancient parchments so that we might catch a glimpse of hope? Or are we to suffer only the pangs of despair as yet more horror is let loose on our dreams? Or does the seeking itself give birth to more insanity than man can cope?īeing the bleakest setting in all of fiction and the origin of the term Grim Dark, it's no surprise that Warhammer 40,000 is positively drowning in horror and then some. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for there is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter and the laughter of thirsting gods. Forget the power of technology, science and common humanity.

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