User blog comment:StormWarriors2/8th Edition Changes and Fluff/@comment-27830834-20170607061653

I touched briefly upon the "Gathering Storm" portion of 8th addition in a blog of my own, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine things would become this much of a clusterfuck in terms of lore. I'm not a wargamer (due to the fact that I don't have a limitless supply of spare cash), so the fluff has always been my main connection to 40k.

My reception to the new stuff? Mixed at best, so lemme break it down catagorically from faction to faction.

Imperium - Papa Ultrasmurf sitting in as Imperator Regis? Thats bad.

The Adeptus Custodes finally getting off their glorious golden asses and ramming their collective Guardian Spears right down Chaos' throat? That's good.

Starship Troopers- I mean Cadians dissapearing off the face of the canon? Eh, that's alright.

Primaris Space Marines and them representing everything wrong with GW's creative interests? That's really bad.

Re-introducing the Sisters of Silence as a shoutout to my fellow 30k fanboys? That's... actually I'm completely down for that.

Seriously though. Super-superhumans? I think Iron Sleet said it best: "The Space Marine is dead! Long live the Space Marine!"

Eldar - I mean, Ynnead was always being hinted at, but now that he's here... now what? Eldar Civil War? Intergalatic Family Feud? Seriously, by now they have almost as many sub-factions as the Imperium.

Chaos - The Imperium of Man has been sundered by the machinations of the villanous Erebus- I mean  Abaddon- who has split the galaxy with the aetheric mega-tempest that is the Ruinstorm- I mean Cicatrix Maledictum- and soon the Warmaster shall close in on Terra itself!

Here's to the Horus Heresy MkII. Also Mortarion and his boys are in the spotlight now. Take that as you will.

Everybody Else - I imagine GW is at this point just realizing "wait.. we have other factions?".

So yeah. I feel like I'm not alone in feeling dissatisfied and clinging to personal headcanons in some vague attempt to make some sense of the utter mess that is the 42nd Millennium.