"40k is among these infinite universes like a diamond in the ruff,
standing as a testament to the resilience and tenacity of the human
race. As it wheels into view, the very fabric of this universe looks
frayed, desperate, like a piece of rope straining under a heavy load,
but which refuses to snap. Nowhere else is our dogged determination to
survive against all odds so plainly displayed, or so harshly put to the
test. They may not be “real” in the way we normally use the word, but
the souls who exist within that bleak reality are still to be both
pitied and admired. Across the omniverse of myth and legend, created
and sustained by those of us lucky (or unlucky, as the case may be)
enough to live in the “real” world, 40K shines forth as a beacon of
inspiration to us all, as an example of courage and, if not hope, at
least stubborn defiance in the face of inevitability. Most people say
that 40K is grimdark. I disagree. 40K is the poem "Do not go gentle
I wanted to make this post for writers, such as myself, who can become confused at what the names of certain parts and components that make up armor as a whole.
Hope this helps.
This drawing illustrates a fully mailed and plate armored knight atop a similarly armored stallion. While this type of armor wasn't as common as say a suit of chainmail, a vest of boiled leather and a metal helmet as most bannermen, mercenaries, yeomen and even most knights would generally wear; it is the most well known form of armor due to fantasy novels, films and video games.
This armor type, though essential for cavalrymen, lancers and knights or noblemen participating in tournaments that featured such sports as the mêlé or the famous joust; is not very useful in the field of combat. With the heavy plate metal around the shoulders, neck, groin, knees and elbows it would be very difficult for anyone to move about efficiently while wearing this. One would be able to hoist a lance as far as…
1 Our Forgotten Nobility; or why humans do anything.
Humanity achieved its greatest feat---reaching out beyond the confines of our tiny planet and into the void between---because of a pissing contest. The first artificial satellite to breach our atmosphere was Russia's Sputnik. This humble little ball with a few antenna on it like whiskers ushered in a new age of human thought, reasoning and indeed evolution. But the circumstances around this monumental event in the history of the human race were for the most part rather common for our species.
Imagine; there are two mad men with all the wealth and power of the world at their fingertips. One is from the east and one from the west. They stare each other down, scowling and mean as men called spies kill each other in the background. There is going to be a war. The world is sure of that. They just don't know when. They stare and gesticulate and act high and mighty, calling each other horrible names like children. Then one of them …