Stupid Shit

It is with great sadness we learned of the passing of John Blanche. John was an artistic powerhouse whose unmistakable style was a unique lens through which many of us came to know and love the worlds of Warhammer. John was also a friend and mentor to many of us here at Games Workshop. Our heartfelt condolences go to his family and friends. The universe John helped create is a big place. He will be missed.

It is ironic that this creature, whose will extends to over a million worlds, is now unable to leave the life-giving machinery of his imperial throne, unable to so much as lift a shrivelled finger or twitch a shrunken eye. The living carcass of the Emperor is immobile, held fast within the bio-machine that sustains his spirit. The mass of this machine is contained within the imperial palace; room upon room of twisted technology, pulsing with a life and will of its own - living, breathing, reproducing and writhing like a giant, mindless organism. Held within this perversion of science lies the Emperor himself, or rather what now remains of his carcass, the seat of his omnipotent will.

Dover:

Manchester:

London:

Newcastle:

Nottingham:

Portsmouth:

Leeds:

Liverpool:

Sheffield:

Bristol:

Hull:

Birmingham:

Old York:

Leicester:

Stoke:

Blackpool:

Norwich:

Middlesbrough:

Bournemouth:

Cambridge:

Milton Keynes:

The Jurassic Coast:

The Peak District:

The Plague Village of Eyam:

Coventry:

Southend:

The Holy Island of Lindisfarne:

Doncaster:

Listen man, I was already kind enough to praise your small monkey in the DMs: