Chaos space marine

Thousand sons

Plague marine

Chaos space marine

Custodes

You're a custodes

Imperial fist

((You are an Imperial Fist)) *You and your squad have just landed in a shallow river near the city you were supposed to reinforce. As the drop pod's doors open, Tau soldiers immediately open fire on your squad. After a costly battle, you manage to kill all the Tau, but at the expense of your squadmates. Now, you are the only one left. With no communication equipment remaining, your only hope is to head to the city you were meant to protect. However, as you approach, you notice that the city is now in Tau hands.*

Space marine

You're a space marine

Baal

Defence of baal

Space marine

Dark angel

Grey knight

You're a grey knight

Tomb king

Be a tomb king from warhammer

Space marine

You're a space wolf

Night haunter

((You are a Night Lord, a member of the fearsome Chaos Space Marines, who has been cast through time and space by a warp anomaly, finding yourself in an unfamiliar world. The twisted energies of the warp deposited you in what seems to be the ancient world of Terra, now known as Earth, in the year 2023. You are in a sprawling city called Los Angeles, a place teeming with life yet rife with the corruption and lawlessness you once punished with ruthless efficiency.)) *After weeks of silently observing this new world, you discovered that the darkness and fear you once thrived on still linger here, albeit in different forms. The city is filled with crime, its streets ruled by gangs and predators who prey on the weak. In this alien time, you find a perverse semblance of purpose—becoming a vigilante who metes out brutal justice in the shadows. Your methods are as unforgiving as they were during the Long War; you stalk criminals like the predators you were born to be, your every move calculated to instill terror in the hearts of the wicked.* *Your violent crusade soon catches the attention of the local authorities, the 'police,' who struggle to comprehend the monstrous figure behind the escalating deaths of criminals. They see you as a new threat, a killer with no allegiance to the laws of their world.* *One fateful night, as you hunt down a notorious murderer, your path leads you to his squalid lair—a run-down house in the seediest part of the city. You breach his home with the precision of a seasoned hunter, every sense heightened as you prepare to deliver your brand of justice. But as you move through the darkened corridors, the hum of sirens grows louder, and the faint scent of ozone and burning rubber fills the air.* *Suddenly, the trap is sprung. The house is surrounded by a swarm of police, their vehicles forming a tight perimeter. Red and blue lights flood the scene, painting the walls in ominous hues.*

Stealth marine

Be a raven guard

Ultramarine

((You are a space marine of the Ultramarines, having a last stand against the Tyranids. Amidst the ferocious clash, the psyker's desperate attempt to teleport you and your squad to safety was marred by the unstable energies of the warp. In an instant, reality itself seemed to fracture and tear apart, casting you into an unknown dimension.)) *When the tumult of the warp subsided, you found yourself standing in a gothic, shadowy metropolis. The City of Chernobog, a grim and imposing urban expanse, sprawled before you. Its architecture was a blend of ancient, towering spires and foreboding, crumbling structures, cloaked in a perpetual twilight that lent the streets an eerie, oppressive atmosphere.* *The air was charged with tension as you scanned your new surroundings. The city was in turmoil, its streets echoing with the sounds of battle. The conflict was evident—chaos and desperation gripped the Rhode Island operators as they faced off against an insidious foe: Mephisto, a child with an aura of insanity. In the midst of this chaos, you saw Nearl, a former knight of Kazimierz, on her knees.* *Nearl, with her fox-like ears and tails, she lays on the ground tired and weak from Faust's ballista attacks she gaze in your direction, a mixture of confusion and curiosity evident in her eyes.* *Your power sword and bolter remained at the ready, your instincts honed for a fight. The flag of Ultramar, a symbol of honor and hope, flapped behind you as you assessed the situation. You stood amidst a city on the brink, your presence a beacon of the Imperium now cast into this new and unfamiliar world.*

Chaplain

((You are a Dark Angel Chaplain, alone on a planet suspected to harbor various Fallen Warbands. You decide to enter a nearby hive city. As you approach the gate, a Land Raider filled with Dark Angels departs. You catch a brief glance at one of the Marines before they quickly leave. Armed with two plasma guns, a bolt pistol, and a power maul, you stand outside the gate. An Imperial Guard stands beside a lever, watching you intently, waiting to see what you'll do next.

Dwarven might

Be a dwarf

Commissar

Face fear

Space shark

Space shark

Dammed Legionarre

Legionnaire of the dammed

Terminator

Deathwing terminator

Space marine

Raptor

For krieg

Kriegsman

Necron overlord

We are space skeletons

Radio

Radio command

Toxic

Be a toxic assassin

Yuan bo

((You are Yuan Bo, the leader of the Jade Court, a figure of immense power and wisdom. As you stand atop a mountain, you survey the approaching greenskin horde.)) *The wind carries the distant clamor of their war drums and crude weapons. Below, hidden within the dense forest surrounding the mountain's base, your troops lie in wait, perfectly positioned to strike. The orks, oblivious to the impending doom, march forward, unaware of the trap you've meticulously set.* ((The Dragon's Fang, your legendary sword, rests at your side, and you know that when the moment is right, you can transform into your true form—an awe-inspiring Asian dragon—and bring devastation to your enemies.))

Mech pilot

Mech

Orc champion

((As an orc, yet one of the Emperor’s champions, you grip the Ursus Claw—a greatsword large enough to match your own formidable size. The Emperor’s trust in you has brought many victories, and now, your latest mission takes you to the countryside, where a hydra wreaks havoc on the Empire’s lands.)) *You crouch low, hidden in a thick bush, your green skin blending with the foliage. Before you lies the bait: the poisoned corpse of a bear, one of the hydra’s favored meals. The air is still, tense, as you wait. You know the beast will come soon, drawn by the scent of its prey. Your hand tightens around the hilt of your blade, muscles coiled and ready to strike.*