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40MOC copies WH40K

    Its a satirical Forty Millenniums of Cultivation (40MOC) copypasta pointing out that it copies a lot from Warhammer 40K. It started as a comment on Reddit by u/TheBatIsI making fun of 40MOC.

    Here's the true TOTALLY ORIGINAL AND NOT PLAGIARIZED backstory. Any resemblances to a certain British Property is certainly coincidence.

10,000 years ago, a powerful man appeared to lead humanity. He was called the Emperor of Man Supreme Emperor. He created 20 Primarchs Soul Clones to conquer the galaxy and establish the Imperium of Man Star Ocean Imperium. These Primarchs Soul Clones each led a Legion Guild of Provenance comprised of the mighty Space Marines Cultivators who used boltguns boltguns and chainswords chainswords to conquer the galaxy. The greatest Primarch Soul Clone was named Horus Blood God, and he led the charge to space called the Great Crusade Hundred-Million-Light-Year Expedition. Unfortunately for the Imperium, the forces of Chaos Beyonder Demons corrupted Horus Blood God now renamed Mad Armageddon and corrupted half the Legions Guilds and they were dubbed the Traitor Legions Demon Gates. This became known as the Horus Heresy Armageddon Rebellion. The Traitor Legions Demon Gates made their way to the capital world of Terra Empyrean Terminus where the Emperor of Man Supreme Emperor and Horus Mad Armageddon began to fight. With the blessings of the Chaos Gods Hundred Million Demon Monarch of the Nine Heavens and Ten Hells, Horus Mad Armageddon was filled with the powers of the Warp Tenebrum and Empyrean Fiend Energy. Horus Mad Armageddon was defeated and the Traitor Legions Demon Gates retreated to the Eye of Terror Demonic Realm. The Emperor of Man Supreme Emperor took a critical injury and sank to a state between life and death on a Smaller Thousand World Golden Throne he had created. The Imperium of Man Star Ocean Imperium‘s remnant forces still fought. The remaining Legions Guilds of Provenance split into various Chapters smaller Guilds to protect humanity.

    Total Mon’keigh annihilation

      Its the TND copypasta but changed to Mon’keigh, a species that was exterminated by the Aeldari in 40k universe.

      Kill Mon’keigh. Behead Mon’keigh. Roundhouse kick a Mon’keigh into the concrete. Crucify filthy Mon’keigh. Defecate in a Mon’keigh’s food. Launch Mon’keigh into the sun. Toss Mon’keigh into active volcanos. Judo throw Mon’keigh into a woodchipper. Twist Mon’keigh's heads off. Report Mon’keigh to the Seer Council. Karate chop Mon’keigh in half. Curb stomp Mon’keigh. Trap Mon’keigh in quicksand. Crush Mon’keigh in the trash compactor. Dissect Mon’keigh. Stomp Mon’keigh skulls with Wraith construct boots. Cremate Mon’keigh in the oven. Lobotomize Mon’keigh. Vaporize Mon’keigh with a Lasblaster. Kick old Mon’keigh down the stairs. Feed Mon’keigh to Tyranids. Slice Mon’keigh with a Scorpion Chainswords

      Shit man, this wizard war is fucked.

        AKA ‘wizardposting’ the original is from a wizard shitpost from Tumblr before been adopted by other communities. 

        Shit man, this wizard war is fucked. I just saw a guy clap his hands together and say "the ten hells" or some similar shit, and every one around him turned inside out, had their tibia explode and then disappeared. The camera didn't even go onto him, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is casting frostbite and level 2 poison. I think I just heard "power word:scrunch" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.

        Warhammer 40K version

        Shit man, this uprising is fucked. I just saw a shard of god clap his hand together and say "drain life" or some similar shit, and everyone around him turned inside out, had their blood drained, and exploded. My Leader didn't even notice that's how common this shit is. My ass is shooting a pipe) gun, and rocking a 60 year old mining outfit. I think I just heard "Phaeron of the Stars" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck out of here.

        Umamusume: Pretty Derby

        Shit man, this Arima Kinen is fucked. I just saw an uma clap her hands together and say Mystifying Murmur some similar shit, and every one around her became Rushed, ran out of Stamina and became glue. The camera didn't even go onto her, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is procing Super-Duper Stoked and level 1 Extra Tank . I think I just heard Behold Thine Emperor's Divine Might two positions over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.

        Naruto

        Shit man, this ninja war is fucked. I just saw a guy clap his hands together and say "atomic dismantling jutsu" or some similar shit, and every one around him was trapped in a glowing cube, exploded into dust and then disappeared. The sensory types didn't even look at him, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is using beast mimicry and fang over fang. I think I just heard "ninja art: scrunch" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.

        Lancer Deltarune – Darkner war

        Shit man, this Dark World is fucked. I just saw a guy clap his hands together and say "IT'S TV TIME!" or some similar shit, and every one around him was playing a minigame and earning points. There wasn't even a tutorial, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is using Bikey and Lancer Cookies. I think I just heard "YOUR TAKING TOO LONG" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here. 
        My ass is casting splat noise and tier two swear word. I think I just heard "Watch what happens when I cast a spell I don't know!" two groups over. I gotta get the $!$! outta here.

        I own a Guass Rifle for home defence

          Gauss weapon from Warhammer 40K
          source

          Its the “Musket for home defense” copypasta but changed to gauss rifle used by Necrons from Warhammer 40K.

          I own a Gauss Rifle for home defence, since that's what the founding Triarchs intended. Four ruffians break into my tomb, "What the Devil?!" As I grab my steel powder-coated wig and Khet'Tuhki rifle. Blow a Resurrection Orb sized crater through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my Guass ring weapon on the second man. Miss him entirely because it's wide-beam, and nails the Cryptek's scarab. I have to resort to the C'tan Shard mounted at the top of the Sarcophagus loaded with scatter-beam shot. "Tally Ho, Lads!" The shot shreds two men in the blast. The sound and extra tears in Space-Time set off Tomb World alarms. Fix bayonet, and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He bleeds out waiting for the Mechanicus to arrive since molecular Guass bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding Triarchs intended.

          From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh

            The line came from the opening cinematic of Warhammer 40k Mechanicus spoken by the servo-skull Magos Dominus Reditus.

            From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
            From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal. 
            "From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the blessed machine. Your kind cling to your flesh as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved. For the Machine is Immortal" 
            From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.

Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal…

...even in death I serve the Omnissiah.

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            I own a Pulse Carbine for Home Defence

              Its the ‘Own a musket for home defense‘ copypyasta but changed to the Pulse Carbine from Warhammer 40k.

              Own a Pulse Carbine for home defense, since that's what Aun’va intended. Four Gue’la break into my reasonably sized state issued accomodation. "By the Tau’va!" As I grab my Fio’Tak Combat Armor and Pulse Carbine. Burn a man sized hole through the first gue’la, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because I don’t have ‘For The Greater Good’ activated, and nail one of the neighbours 250 kroot hounds. I have to resort to the Pulse Blast Cannon mounted at the top of the stairs, set to focused. "FOR TAU TO PROSPER, IT WILL BE SO" the small star shreds two Gue’la in the blast, the sound and extreme heat set off Devilfish alarms. I grab my close combat weapon and charge the last terrified rapscallion. I bleed out waiting on the medic drones to arrive since trangular lasrifle-bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as Aun'va intended