The story does, however, admittedly grow a bit darker - sorry, grimdarker - with the in-universe legend of the goddess Isha. Work for Nurgle, and you'll probably be treated better than almost any other option the 40k universe has to offer. Even referred to by his underlings as "Papa" Nurgle, he lavishes affection upon his myriad contagions and shambling minions, who in turn regard one another as all part of the same vast, deeply connected family a family that embraces oneness with the circle of life and celebrates biodiversity as one only can by becoming the willing food source and breeding ground for so many other, more prolific organisms. No, Nurgle is a joyful, fun-loving cosmic abomination laughing at his farts upon a mountain of decaying corpses. These facts were not lost upon the authors of Warhammer canon, because while Nurgle is often misunderstood as only the god of destruction and death, he is first and foremost the god of prosperity, survival and life, seeing as he perpetuates it in only its most abundant and successful forms.Īppropriately for a being that fills our universe with just so much life, Nurgle is far from some cold, heartless cosmic abomination brooding upon a mountain of decaying corpses. Of course, it may have occurred to the ecologically minded among you that parasites, diseases and decomposers actually constitute most of all life as we know it, and the life that doesn't fall under those categories would not and could not exist without them. Residing in a great, festering, stagnant "garden," Nurgle is said to be a giant, bloated, rotten sack of worm-ridden filth responsible for the processes of decomposition, the evolution of parasitism and the existence of infectious pathogens all throughout the various layers of reality, always cooking up new poxes and vermin in his giant, bubbling cauldron of scum. It's important (I'm told) to note that the Chaos Gods and their various realms may or may not be actual, literal, physical entities at all, but malevolent, abstract concepts that can sometimes whatever, I don't care. Cementing his official title that I didn't make up, Nurgle is the one who has all the green slime and bugs, and of all the stuff I'm aware of in Hamwars - barring maybe the Space Orks - Nurgle is also the gosh-darn cutest, as we shall see. Among these are satans like Slaanesh: the God of Tentacles Going Into Butts, Corn: the Murder Death King of Dying, and That Other One: Pretty Cool But Not The Best One. Significant to both the "death metal with swords" and "death metal in space" ends of battlemallets is the concept of the Immaterium or Warp, a dimension of whatever you want to think "psychic energy" or "pure chaos" are actually supposed to mean and the home of the Chaos Gods, horrible entities born from the collective subconscious of life throughout the universe. Indeed, 40k is a bit infamous both in and out of its own fandom for its humorously excessive morbidity, actually spawning the term "grimdark" to describe its universe of skull-ravaging, blood-barfing, genocidal demon armies who totally don't listen to almost anybody's mom.sometimes not even their own!įrom deranged cults of rat people to parasitic colonial space bugs, there's a veritable butt-ton of imaginatively absurd lore from across this ludicrous canon, but only one specific faction I can really identify with on a personal enough level to bother yammering about for any length of time, and if you've any familiarity with its mythos yourself - or you've been reading my blog - you've probably already guessed which one that is. I've never been too eager to really experience the time consuming, expensive hobby of miniature gaming first-hand, but like many other gaming worlds out there, the settings of Warhammer and especially Warhammer 40,000 have always been fun to admire from afar, especially when your sense of what's funny and adorable is indistinguishable from what a really angry twelve year old considers hardcore.
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