On the
second page of the Death Guard Codex background section there is a
Brexit joke. You see, it turns out that before they were reunited
with their Primarch the original Death Guard, the Dusk Raiders, “were
drawn from the rugged gene-stock of Albia, a Terran empire that long
resisted reunification.”.
So the Death
Guard, an army of chronically depressed unimaginative footsloggers
who worship decay and despair, are British and even twenty-eight
thousand years in the future the British people are stubbornly
resistant to political unification with the rest of the world. Even
when the cause of unification is led by a literal god trying to drag
the human race out of an apocalyptic dark age we're still desperately
protecting the pound.
I love it.
Not only because I'm one of those tiresome Remoaner people but
because its nice to see 40k getting some of its grim(dark) humour
back. One of the biggest spiritual ancestors of the Imperium is Judge
Dredd, another property that a lot of people tend to forget is meant
to be funny.
As I've said
before, one of my minor favourite background details of 40k is that
Nurgle Daemons like fighting alongside Noise Marines because they
like dancing to the screeching discordant sounds.
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