@p1138
I said "forty years"
Ok, thirty eight, fucks sake, 'scuse me for rounding up to the nearest ten for brevity.
Also, the metal guard armies were famously online sales only after a certain point of plastics becoming the norm, and seldom restocked, and this was in an era before online storefronts were as major as they are today; they were bastard hard to get a hold of.
I never saw a single fucker with a single one of them.
And don't tell me that's a 2004 sculpt; that thing couldn't have been sculpted later than the mid 90's.
As an aside; it's not a good sculpt either, at a guess no Perry Brother or Mark Copplestone had a hand in it, though if I'm wrong I have only put those men on pedestals.
Not that GW weren't using some sculpts for decades, but well, availability of the guard metals was spotty after the plastic roll out.
Never saw a single guard army growing up that wasn't plastic cadians, because frankly, the metals were on their way out for years, due to consumer end expense; more plastic = more men.
I remember going into a GW one day after a few months and the wall full of blisters were gone, which was a shame, because nowadays I actually like metals better than plastics.
And frankly, Black Library novels are shit.
No way to sugarcoat it.
What was best in 40k lore was the vignettes and shorts and sometimes the comics, mostly influenced by weird tales and pulp adventures.
Outsourcing the writing of novel-length in-setting books to middling to poor sci-fi writers on an industrial scale, essentially made the setting boring, static and weirdly over-explored in some areas, yet barren in the rest.
Because of course, the more you describe in detail, the more you have to explain, and the more you describe in one area, the more an imbalance becomes evident elsewhere.
The very concept of the Horus Heresy books fails to appeal to me, because it's about creating a definitive vision, of something that was only as utile as a wargames setting as it was malleable.
The God Emperor of Mankind and his Primarchs, are not compelling characters.
Their fates are predetermined for one, so there are no stakes; we all know what's going to happen.
So all the actual storytelling has to occur in the cracks between, which MIGHT present an opportunity to flesh out the setting, has to carry the whole novel, in a sense.
And yet every time I opened one of my mate's Horus Heresy novels, I had to close it, because it was fucking boring.
I mean, I slogged through Gotrek and Felix, and I've read more shorts from magazines and comics than I can rightly recall.
But jesus.
Makes me think of books I loved, some of which arguably influenced the genre.
Like A Canticle for Liebowitz.
Or the one /lit/ meme book I ever liked, "One Hundred Years of Solitude".
I compare the quality of writing, and maybe it's not fair, because especially in the latter case, Marquez is a master of prose.
But the word choices are ugly and prosaic, the plot elements are turgid slop dripping with the impeachable modern sensibilities of the "writer", and the payoff is just the setup to the next serving of literary diarrhea stew.
Also, for my intents and purposes "Augmentation" includes power-armour, and to a lesser extent, fanatical conditioning and/or combat drugs.
Listen man, hows about I give you the "King of Spergs" crown, for being more pedantic about a forty year old game that I *used to* love than I can be bothered to be.
You can cite your female relative who did a tour of duty, and only got sexually assaulted like twice, and only had to go through a decade of therapy to get over it.
You can cry that one metal Catachan woman was available in extremely limited quantities, from online retailers, for a long time, because it never sold well and they had back stock left over from the 1990's.
And you can jump up and down and piss your pants too.
Women are incongruous on the battlefield in real life, and that will ALWAYS apply also to military fiction, scifi or current day, fantasy or historical.
Writing a setting where WAR is the constant focus, and women are conscripted into battle en masse, whilst ignoring all the inevitable consequences that would result from this, results in a scenario where the combat scenes feel cartoonish and stupid, and the writers will be tip-toeing around unfortunate implications to stay PG-13, and none of it makes logistical sense, because they should have run out of human bodies to throw into the meatgrinder ten thousand years ago.
You know what happens when a band of Slaanesh cultists overrun a guard post?
Something about dumping a bunch of dimwit normal women into that kind of scenario is perhaps appealing to my "based" reflex, but I can't imagine ritualistic gang-rape followed by death by torture being the highlight of your narrative campaign, even though by sheer plot gravity, you know it must happen.
So yeah, fuck off girls, please.