Posts from Poll: Which is better, Warhammer or Star Wars? Auto-translated

You know, you're arguing for nothing; it's all pointless because: 1. Star Wars is great, but since I don't like the evil, treacherous Sith, and I have to play as the good Jedi, it gets a bit boring to help everyone (this is what happened in both KotORs – amazing! I finished the first one twice and the second one twice in two weeks! – playing as the light side). The movies are superb, the plot in the games is fantastic, there's romance – it all exists, but when compared to Warhammer, it just doesn't measure up. You're right; in Warhammer, you need to listen to what the units are saying; it's incredible! It creates such an atmosphere that words can't describe. But I remember feeling like I was about to burst with some strange feeling from deep within when, in Warhammer, after a 40-minute bombardment of Orcs (4 vs. 1), my Space Marines started destroying everything in their path (naturally, these were Orcs!). I remember all the moments in KotOR, and especially the one in the first game when it turns out that your character is Revan, one of the main villains, and suddenly... (the catch is that I, as usual, am playing as the light side...). 2. Yes, Warhammer isn't as popular as Star Wars, but it has a lot of grandeur, brutality (and it's justified, not just for the sake of it), and I LIKE THAT! Remember KotOR (1, 2 – it doesn't matter), where's the blood? The guts of disemboweled enemies, or at least animals? Okay, a blaster doesn't make blood spurt, but what about a vibro-sword? The Orcs in Warhammer are AMAZING! Only there do we see the crazed, reckless, albeit stupid, ORCS! P.S. They're so cute! 3. Despite everything I've said, I like both, because everything has its flaws, and that's why I'm voting for both. May the Force be with you... or Purge, Burn, Kill!!!!!

one question... you posted an animation... with a green sword, is that Warhammer, and with a red one, is that Star Wars?:D

and by the way, my grandparents (and I think yours too) know and remember Star Wars, but they haven't heard of Warhammer... does this suggest anything?;)

yes, and here's another thing... Siths aren't treacherous, it's just that "Sith" is a code name for a Jedi senator) and a VERY GOOD SENATOR, as is well known, doesn't exist))

P.S. it would be nice to add it to the collection of emoticons on our forum...

one question... you posted the animation... the one with the green sword is Warhammer and the one with the red one is SW?:D

and by the way, my grandparents (and yours, I think) know and remember SW, but they've never even heard of Warhammer... does that suggest anything?;)

yes, and one more thing... Siths aren't insidious, it's just that "Sith" is a code name for a Jedi-deputy) and as we know, there are no VERY KIND DEPUTYS))

P.S. it would be a good idea to add it to the smiley collection on our forum...

I already wrote about Warhammer FB and Varik. Doesn't the orc on the left look like a Trala?
I don't think grandparents remember or even watched SW back then. But Waha is very well known. It's just that you had to possess the Force to see it))))
As one comrade put it:
- Sometimes you think, it's a pity it's not the 40th millennium now. Heavy bolters would have spoken long ago.
R.Z.M. -> Why in vain? Truth is born in dispute. And besides, I just want to chat... we probably need to have a verbal fight as well)

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The history of Warhammer Fantasy Battles, a system of tabletop strategic games using miniature soldier figures, or as they are often called, miniatures, spans more than twenty years. The system is dedicated to battles between armies of various races — there are several human and elf states, orcs and dwarves, hordes of Chaos, undead-Khmers, vampire counts, and many other races. The events take place in a lovingly and meticulously detailed fantasy world (as the name of the system indicates). The number of released miniatures of various types exceeds a thousand, the "White Dwarf" magazine is published monthly, "Black Library" novella series are published, and many books have been written.

And how did it all begin?

The first tin miniature appeared in Prussia, near the city of Nuremberg in the 18th century. King Frederick the Great commissioned German masters to create a set of small soldiers that completely reproduced the appearance and uniform of the new, just-formed regular Prussian army. These very expensive and beautiful figures immediately found a quite utilitarian application — using toy armies, Prussian commanders conducted staff exercises and practiced new tactical maneuvers.

Collecting tin armies quickly became fashionable. This hobby was shared by the Russian Emperor Peter III, Generalissimo Alexander Vasilyevich Suvorov, Robert Louis Stevenson, and Johann Goethe. It was tin miniatures that inspired Arthur Conan Doyle to write "Brigadier Gerard" and "The White Company".

But the first landmark moment occurred in 1912. The writer H.G. Wells (yes, that same one), who had the largest collection of tin miniatures in Europe at the time, published two books — "Little Wars" and "Floor Wars". In them, he summarized all the experience of conducting tabletop wargames using tin soldiers. To this day, the set of principles and rules formulated by Wells a hundred years ago is adhered to by the developers of most tabletop wargames using miniatures. The combat system of Warhammer is also based on Wells' rules.

At that time, the most common type of soldier in England were tin figures 54 mm high. Now, figures for "little wars" of 25 mm, 20 mm, 15 mm, and even 6 mm sizes are often encountered. They are cast not only from tin but also from plastic (although, undoubtedly, metal miniatures are valued much more).

In the late 50s, shortly after the end of the world wars, Europe and America were again flooded by a wave of fascination with historical military miniatures. Thanks to the triumphant success of J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Lord of the Rings" trilogy, fantasy miniatures also became popular. Since then, orcs, dwarves, and elves have been as popular as knights and musketeers.

The second landmark moment in Warhammer history came in the early 80s of the 20th century. It was then that a small company, Citadel Miniatures, was created in the English town of Newark (Nottinghamshire). It focused on producing metal miniatures and developed a number of tabletop games — the fantasy Runequest (based on the AD&D system developed by TSR, now Wizard of the Coast, Inc) and the space-themed Spacefarers. In 1979, an oil crisis broke out, and the company went bankrupt. Later, it was acquired by a young London company, Games Workshop, which two years later, in 1982, released the first set of Warhammer miniatures and their rulebook.

At the moment, hundreds of people are working on the miniatures, rules, and history of the world of the War Hammer (which is exactly how the word Warhammer translates from English). Artists, writers, and designers dreaming up new miniatures and details of the game worlds. Sculptors turning initial ideas and sketches into real figures. And even mathematicians participating in the development of new versions of the rules. The company's staff exceeds five hundred people.

• • •

In Russia, many clubs for military miniature enthusiasts have also appeared recently; tournaments and Competitive events are regularly held, the most famous of which are the IceHammer system tournaments.

Well, if you want to add a smiley, please add another one from Warhammer as well, otherwise the "minority" and I, first and foremost, will be unhappy... There will be inequality...))))
P.S. Saruman, my grandmother and grandfather are not interested in Warhammer or Star Wars.
P.P.S. Thanks, Inquisitor!!!!!

Exterminatus
Soldiers clad in black armor dragged Johann down the long corridor of the prison block. The prisoner screamed
-How dare you, I am a bishop of the Adeptus Ministorum, damnation awaits you all, heretics! Repent, and perhaps the Emperor will accept your souls..
The soldiers ignored the shouts; only their commander turned and said
-We will be at your "Terra" soon, enjoy the flight
Johann was dragged into a dark cell and locked inside. At first, he hammered on the door, but eventually abandoned the idea; time passed slowly, and the prisoner had no idea where he was. He vaguely remembered only a botched warp jump and the dead grip of a tractor beam that pulled the "Light of the Emperor" into some colossal hangar... after that, there was only a vast, dark void in his memory...
Many hours passed—Johann didn't know exactly how many—when the cell door slid open. The same soldiers in black armor stood there; their leader spoke, saying only one thing
-The Admiral wishes to speak with you! Do not resist!
Johann nodded; they handcuffed him and led him to a train of the internal transport system. "I am on some kind of base. But, in the name of the Emperor, whose idea was this," the ecclesiarch thought as the carriage sped along the monorail

Grand Admiral Ferdinand Cortez stood at the Main Command Post, observing the procedure of the battle station "Death Star-3" exiting hyperspace. "One way or another, we shall bring these territories under our control," he said, looking at the system opening before him.
-The locals call this the "Solar" system, Admiral. Their capital is on the third planet, Terra, I believe. Also, the locals were interested in our access codes,
said the experienced Admiral Declon, the Grand Admiral's military advisor. The Grand Admiral replied almost lazily
-Niall, inform the locals that their territories have been annexed by the Empire, and that they should prepare for the arrival of Imperial troops.
-Sir, I am registering fleet movement, sir, they have opened fire on us...
said the captain monitoring the main console in an agitated voice.
-Do not be so worried, return fire with all guns. Shields to maximum power. How are the main energy cells?
Cortez said in a calm, ordinary voice
-Fully charged
-Well then, bring that Johann to me
the Grand Admiral added

The ecclesiarch was thrown onto the command post. Majestic in his white dress uniform, the Grand Admiral tossed a comment to the prisoner, pointing at the monitor
-Is this your "holy" Terra?
Johann nodded; the reaction was instantaneous
-Good, now you will contact your people and order them to cease the attack... Immediately, or the consequences will be truly horrific
Johann coughed and almost screamed
-Never, do you hear me, never will I betray the Emperor! His power will protect me and holy Terra, and you heretics will die like stray dogs!
A powerful kick to the solar plexus interrupted the ecclesiarch's tirade.
-You have chosen your own fate....

The Grand Admiral took a comm-link in his hand and said loudly and clearly
-Activate the first circuit!
He was echoed almost immediately by the voices of officers on the bridge
-Aye, activating the first circuit!
Knowing that his orders were being transmitted simultaneously to hundreds of technicians operating the superlaser systems, the Grand Admiral continued to command
-Check the supercapacitor systems!
-Energy cells charging to 100 percent!
-Key to ready!
-Aye, key to ready!
-Check primary windings!
-Status nominal!
-Check secondary windings!
-Status nominal, ionization 100 percent!
Cortez sighed and spoke loudly, knowing that a military correspondent was filming everything on camera
-Execute directive "Base Delta Zero"! Fire!
Somewhere at the far end of the bridge, two duty officers simultaneously turned two keys to the "Fire" position. The image of Terra on the monitor changed; the blue concentric circles aimed at the planet turned red. For a moment, nothing happened, and then the entire frame of the gigantic station shuddered from the monstrous power being released during the shot. Since the command post was located above the superlaser's focusing disk, one could see what was happening. Eight beams of size converged at a single point, and then a single resulting bright green energy beam struck from that point, racing toward the surface of Terra and hitting it a moment later. At first, there was only a small flash... then the flash grew larger... soon the entire planet looked like a fireball, like a small star, yet the superlaser kept pumping and pumping energy into it. A second later, the planet lost its spherical shape, expanding, and then bursting into a cloud of plasma and white-hot debris. The beam cut off, the vibration ceased. Glowing debris and clouds of plasma drifted away from the place where Earth had just been....
Written in !!!FIVE!!! minutes....
Someone said that SW has movies and books. To write a book on SW doesn't require much effort. The author needed 5 min. Which is exactly what various mismatched authors have proven!!!!

Before you speak, you should read the material! Timothy Zahn has already written a ton of books about Star Wars – I read two of them the other day, and I really liked them – now I’m reading the third book and at the same time looking for the fourth. I don’t think this was thought up in 5 minutes – the atmosphere is amazing – you start reading, and it just draws you in – you don’t want to do anything else, you just want to finish reading!

Before speaking, he should have read the material! Timothy Zahn has already written a whole bunch of books about Star Wars - I just read two of them the other day - I really liked them - now I'm reading the third book and at the same time I'm looking for the fourth. I don't think this was invented in 5 minutes - the atmosphere is the best - you start reading, and then it just draws you in - you don't want to do anything else, you just want to finish reading!

Before speaking, I read a lot of books about Star Wars!!!
And they all seem to be written according to the same template...
Among them, there were some good ones. At the moment, I'm not following them because I'm tired of reading NONSENSE.

Before speaking, I read a lot of books about Star Wars!!!
And they all seem to be written according to the same template...

I wouldn't say so – there is something in common, but each has its own atmosphere.

I wouldn't say so – there's something in common, but each has its own atmosphere.

I don't know, in my opinion, it reminds me of the old Conan books.
"If this were an ordinary person, blah blah blah..."
"He felt the power, the power felt him, and merging into a single impulse, they overcame the bad guys)))"
In Warhammer, a lot of resources were also spent on atmosphere. And in my opinion, it can be felt even with your eyes closed.

I don't know, but in my opinion, it reminds me of the old Conan books.
"If this were an ordinary person, blah blah blah"
"He felt the power, the power felt him, and merging into a single impulse, they overcame the bad guys)))"
In Warhammer, a lot of resources were also spent on atmosphere. And in my opinion, it can be felt even with your eyes closed.

No, it definitely doesn't lean towards Conan. And the bad guys there aren't as dumb as Siberian felt boots))))
Did you read the book with your eyes closed? :D

No, he's not trying to imitate Conan. And the bad guys there aren't as dumb as a pair of Siberian felt boots.)))
Did you read the book with your eyes closed? :D

They don't just take anyone into the Inquisition. So, even with closed eyes, we can read.)))
I don't remember the name of the book. But the gist is this: the remnants of the Imperials are building a "Star Destroyer" class starship. If I'm not mistaken, it's even bigger and more impressive!
And they blow it up very simply. With songs, dances, and all the trimmings. IT-bombardiers detonated

They don't just take anyone to be an Inquisitor. So, we can read even with our eyes closed)))
I don't remember the name of the book. But the gist is this: the remnants of the Imperials are building a "Star Destroyer" class starship. If I'm not mistaken, it's even bigger and more impressive!
And they destroy it very easily. With songs, dances, and all the trimmings. IT-bombardiers detonated in one of the hangars.
Are they not stupid??? No, they are not stupid!!!

I should have read further – maybe they would have explained what the flaw was in the design of the super-

I should have read further – maybe they would have explained what the flaw was in the design of the super-battleship, because in the Star Wars novels, super-battleships aren't just taken out like that, and the hangars are guarded)))))

That's exactly the point, I read the whole thing. The strength of the explanations is lacking.

Sorry if this has been posted somewhere already. But this is a joke)))
Cosmic-scale madness
At night, the Pioneers sang songs.
Loudly and, as a rule, in chorus.
The bulkheads of the Death Star groaned from their coordinated roar, and the insomnia-suffering Emperor wanted to howl. He would crawl deep under the covers, plug his ears with clawed fingers, and mutter half-forgotten Jedi mantras in powerless rage.
The mantras didn't help. Soon, the spirited Pioneer songs would break through the nasal imperial mumbling with renewed force.
"On the dusty! Trails! Of distant! Planets! — the captives chanted exaltedly, accompanying themselves on soup vats. — Our! Footprints! Will remain!"
Here the little brats were clearly being modest. They had managed to leave footprints everywhere. Even in the torture chamber, where their whole gang had been poked with cyclobarbital for an hour, there was an inscription: "Misha plus Katya equals love."
The chamber made no impression on the Pioneers. They'd seen worse at the dentist's.
The injections didn't help either. At one glance at the scars left by the school nurse's needles, the experienced crew executioner felt faint, and the hired staff cowardice-strickenly hid in the prep room. But even after a specially summoned Vader, joints creaking, injected three cubes of haloperidol into every pest, the hysterical Pioneer zest did not diminish by a single gram.
Now, in the cold cosmic night, this zest hammered the Emperor's temple with the enthusiasm of a jackhammer.
"Forward, toward the dawn, comrades in struggle! With bayonets and canister shot..."
At the word "dawn," the Emperor gnashed his teeth. "Zarya" (Dawn) was the name of the Pioneer starship, an ancient vacuum-tube tin can, compared to which the space scoundrel Solo's "Millennium Falcon" seemed a marvel of technology. Vader's foragers stumbled upon this tin can in the immediate vicinity of the rebel base and, rightly considering it non-ferrous scrap metal, dragged it to the Death Star.
Hearing the name of the starship, the Emperor leaned back in his chair and kicked his legs for a long time. The latest fashion, including modern science fiction writers, is well aware that normal starships are called "Devastators," "Devourers," or, as a last resort, "Star System Smashers." The Emperor intended to categorize the Smashers into a separate class, equip them with hyper-plasma bubblers, and bubble the rebels until the complete victory of galactic imperialism.
And they, the Pioneers, intended to prevent this.
"Ah, it's good to live in the Soviet country! Ah, it's good to be useful to the country!"
By the third verse, the Emperor couldn't take it. He leaped from bed, blindly shoved his feet into slippers, and, tangling in his robe, rushed to the prison deck. The guards, soulless thick-headed clones, politely stepped aside for him.
"If something... I forget..." — as if sensing the approach of the boss, the Pioneers wailed. They performed this song particularly often and so inspiredly that by the end, the Emperor was ready to forget his own mother. So, in the cell, they weren't surprised at all when he kicked the armored door with all the Force of his slipper and screamed:
- ENOUGH!
The soup vats clinked, and behind the door — oh, happiness! — a fragile silence reigned.
- Give back the starship, fascists, — they demanded loudly from within.
- And let them return the ties!
- And the badges!
The Emperor sighed gloomily. The starship had long since been sent for smelting, and all the attributes had been confiscated by Vader. He had welded the badges to the chest plate of his armor, and wore the ties around his neck, changing them every other day. According to security reports, Vader had been behaving quite inadequately lately. Once, he was caught in the corridor with his hand stuck in the position of a Pioneer salute.
- You're silent, you vermin, — they said mockingly from behind the door, interpreting this sigh in their own way. — Ashamed?
- Look at this "enlightened monarchy"...
- You didn't get slapped enough in seventeen!
- Why bother with him, the bourgeois. Detach-me-e-ent! Start sing-ing!
- Stop! Wait! — the Emperor pleaded, sliding down the wall. — What is it with you and these ties! Fine, if you want, I'll give you my shuttle? Leather interior! All amenities! — after a moment's thought, he made a full-fledged fig sign in his pocket. — Emperor's honor, alright?
Behind the armored door, they couldn't see the imperial fig and paused to think. The silence didn't last long. They bargained for the shuttle, a couple of damaged badges (the Emperor hoped to file them off Vader), and a ship's ration for seven.
Already in his quarters, in a pleasant half-slumber, the Emperor remembered that he was, actually, a negative character. So what if they are children. Komsomol spawn! Throw them overboard, and that's that...
In the morning, the Pioneers were gone.
Vader had let them out. Two hours before wake-up, he descended to the prison deck, personally escorted the prisoners to the imperial shuttle, and, bashfully, asked to pass a letter to some Alice Selezneva.
They left him the ties as a souvenir.

In my opinion, the Star Wars universe is more well-developed and popular, although Warhammer is better in terms of innovation... it's hard to choose.