Many fans of the Wankhammer universe-- especially me-- both delight in and fear the upcoming Ultramarines movie. Screenplay by dan abnett is a huge plus... but this teaser?
Now, it makes sense that the spacemarines are the subject matter of a movie. The Spacemarines are the most iconic folks in the warhammer universe.
But that little voice over in the hilariously grimdark omg-i-have-smoked-for-so-long voice? What was up with that? It is my opinion that every warhammer movie should start the same way as every book, you know, the old "it is the 41st millenium" schtick.
But now: Main topic. Lets say Ultramarines survives and makes a little wad of money.
Robert Downey Jr. as either Ciaphas Cain OR Colonel Commissar Gaunt.
Oh, and John Travolta as Abbadon the Despoiler.
How would YOU cast your favorite warhammer series, and which would you want to see first?
Now, it makes sense that the spacemarines are the subject matter of a movie. The Spacemarines are the most iconic folks in the warhammer universe.
But that little voice over in the hilariously grimdark omg-i-have-smoked-for-so-long voice? What was up with that? It is my opinion that every warhammer movie should start the same way as every book, you know, the old "it is the 41st millenium" schtick.
But now: Main topic. Lets say Ultramarines survives and makes a little wad of money.
Robert Downey Jr. as either Ciaphas Cain OR Colonel Commissar Gaunt.
Oh, and John Travolta as Abbadon the Despoiler.
How would YOU cast your favorite warhammer series, and which would you want to see first?
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
Emperor's 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 Inquisition and the techpriests 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 aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse.
To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the
cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times.
Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to
be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark
future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of
carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
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
Emperor's 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 Inquisition and the techpriests 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 aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse.
To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the
cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times.
Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to
be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark
future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of
carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
