For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth, after his battle
with the traiter Horus. He is the master of mankind, master of a million worlds.
He is a rotting carcass sitting immobile on his Golden Throne, kept alive by a vast machine of great technology.
He never moves. His physical body is dead, but his mind is at constant battle with the deamons of the warp.
But his servants, the Adeptus Astartes, fight battle on a million worlds, against all the evil one could imagine.
They are the Space Marines, heroes of the Imperium! 
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"An empty mind is like unto a freshly turned sod; if not sown with the seeds of love, duty and honour, the insidious weeds of heresy will take root."
Prefect Xavier Lanate. |
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A Space Marine begins his training when he is little more than a boy. At the same time a series of genetically tailored organs are implanted into his body, and these act upon the body's chemistry and increase his muscle strength and brain size to make him the perfect warrior.
The a Space Marine is given the finest armour and weapon in the galaxy, and in battle, they make a worthy foe... 
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