User blog comment:DirgeOfCerberus111/The end is nigh!!! Now what?/@comment-1986435-20110819084106

It is the dawn of the 42nd millenium, the golden throne has failed. The Emperor is dead. The Astronomicons light fades as it loses power. The Imperium is shattered without warp channel and is picked apart piece by piece by the other races. The Mighty Worlds of Cadia have fallen to chaos, the Sons of Macragge allying themselves with the Tau, in hopes of discovering an alternative to warp technology, but stronger then the Tau's. The Eldar are dead, the psychic shockwave awakening a new being in the warp, Ynnead, God of the Dead. The Wolves are preparing for the return of their Primarch. The Necrons awake from their slumber all over the galaxy as their god calls to them. The Tyranids are coming, from parts unknown and unseen by others. The mighty Imperium is dieing, picked apart piece by piece. It is the 42nd Millenium, and Humanity's time across the stars is drawing to a close.