They don't have to be selfish, drug-crazed, murder-hobos. They CHOOSE to be. Some end up on a Craftworld and the whole soulstone thing works just fine for them.
As one person said, here’s an abridged summary of the Drukhari… Lelith: “Hey, it’s your favorite Egirl, Lelith Hesperax.” *proceeds to kills people with her hair blades* Rakarth: *doing experiments so horrible that the other Dark Eldar find them traumatizing* Drahza: *killing everything with his massive sword* “Mediocre.” Mandrakes leader: *pops out of the shadows* “Hey kids, wanna see a dead body?” Lord Vect: *watching all this play out* “Hi, I’m Asdrubal Vect, and welcome to Jackass!”
I can’t wait until the next time commoragh gets raided in the lore. I hope my boys, the Iron Hands are there, just to demonstrate how badly the Drukhari’s obsession with flesh has failed them.
Birth of Slaanesh: *Happens* Eldar: *Panicking and dying* Vect: “Hi, I’m Astrubal Vect, and welcome to Jackass!” Also that image at 6:05 is probably one of the terrifying things I have ever seen in the entirety of 40k, and yes, that is saying a lot.
So... I had this idea of very well off Drukhari being "nice" to their slaves as a way of flaunting their wealth and slighting their neighbors. Like how the Harkonens had palm trees in their palace compound on Arakis to flaunt how much water they could waste on mere decoration.
@@cpaul562 It's in quotations and to act out spiteful revenge on other drukhari. It's not altruism, it's flaunting the platinum furnished private helicopter on the people who only have 1 yacht.
I like the essence of the idea. It just needs to be explored/developed more. Hmmm.... A homunculus whose public life is so oversaturated with suffering that they can afford to maintain a private kink mansion filled with otherwise lethal amounts of calm, sentimental, cozy contentment. An downright suspiciously peaceful and comforting setting filled with plush furniture, genuine family photos (or daguerreotypes and paintings, just to hammer home the obscenely wholesome, olde fashion grandparent vibe), and hand-crafted knickknacks that clearly took years of slow, careful, meditative work to create. That is the kind of lavish, offensively safe and mellow shenanigans you use to dunk on the lesser peasants who spend all of their time scavenging for bits of heightened emotions just to survive. In a society of sadistic emotional vampires, I imagine the true degenerates are an unholy blend of classic wholesome family TV show aesthetic, Mary Poppins, and Dolores Umbridge. All with the wealth and resources of galactic royalty.
*After Slaanesh was born…* Dark Eldar: Our souls are being sucked away by the Chaos god we created through incomprehensible hedonism. What do we do? Homunculi: Good question. We need masturbate to/on this. Dark Eldar: You mean mediate, right? Homunculi: “Eh, both work, we’re not picky. Get the sandpaper, bed of blades and sensory amplifiers.” Dark Eldar: *slightly disturbed* “This won’t have a good answer, but what’s for what?” Homunculi: … Dark Eldar: “Well?” Homunculi: “I’m thinking.” *After the solution was discovered…* Homunculi: “We have a solution…” Dark Eldar upon seeing what the Homunculi did to themselves: *Vomiting noises and actions* Homunculi: “Aaaaaggghhhh?” *unable the grasp the disgust and horror of what they did to themselves*
The drukhari will not kill you. They will turn you into a couch. And then sit on you. For ten thousand years. And sip on your pain of being forced into the shape of a couch. And you can. Never. Die.
Soooo, we just need to throw a giant warp-flashbang into their capital so everyone including the Great Goddess of Kink and Pain knows where the great dinner awaits and how to get there? Could be something from the Galactic Human Federations inventory rotting inside a Magos locker somewhere, that does exactly that.
If by that you mean that in the sense of changing them from alive to dead, and (thusly) saving them from their pathetic existence, then I agree wholeheartedly.
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They don't have to be selfish, drug-crazed, murder-hobos. They CHOOSE to be. Some end up on a Craftworld and the whole soulstone thing works just fine for them.
Umm.... You do know that like a 10% or lower that they survive that surgery
As one person said, here’s an abridged summary of the Drukhari…
Lelith: “Hey, it’s your favorite Egirl, Lelith Hesperax.” *proceeds to kills people with her hair blades*
Rakarth: *doing experiments so horrible that the other Dark Eldar find them traumatizing*
Drahza: *killing everything with his massive sword* “Mediocre.”
Mandrakes leader: *pops out of the shadows* “Hey kids, wanna see a dead body?”
Lord Vect: *watching all this play out* “Hi, I’m Asdrubal Vect, and welcome to Jackass!”
I can’t wait until the next time commoragh gets raided in the lore. I hope my boys, the Iron Hands are there, just to demonstrate how badly the Drukhari’s obsession with flesh has failed them.
Birth of Slaanesh: *Happens*
Eldar: *Panicking and dying*
Vect: “Hi, I’m Astrubal Vect, and welcome to Jackass!”
Also that image at 6:05 is probably one of the terrifying things I have ever seen in the entirety of 40k, and yes, that is saying a lot.
So... I had this idea of very well off Drukhari being "nice" to their slaves as a way of flaunting their wealth and slighting their neighbors. Like how the Harkonens had palm trees in their palace compound on Arakis to flaunt how much water they could waste on mere decoration.
The words Drukhari and nice do not belong in the same sentence.
@@cpaul562 It's in quotations and to act out spiteful revenge on other drukhari. It's not altruism, it's flaunting the platinum furnished private helicopter on the people who only have 1 yacht.
@@bthsr7113 those two words still don’t belong anywhere near each other.
I like the essence of the idea. It just needs to be explored/developed more. Hmmm....
A homunculus whose public life is so oversaturated with suffering that they can afford to maintain a private kink mansion filled with otherwise lethal amounts of calm, sentimental, cozy contentment.
An downright suspiciously peaceful and comforting setting filled with plush furniture, genuine family photos (or daguerreotypes and paintings, just to hammer home the obscenely wholesome, olde fashion grandparent vibe), and hand-crafted knickknacks that clearly took years of slow, careful, meditative work to create.
That is the kind of lavish, offensively safe and mellow shenanigans you use to dunk on the lesser peasants who spend all of their time scavenging for bits of heightened emotions just to survive.
In a society of sadistic emotional vampires, I imagine the true degenerates are an unholy blend of classic wholesome family TV show aesthetic, Mary Poppins, and Dolores Umbridge. All with the wealth and resources of galactic royalty.
Old man be spiting facts.
*After Slaanesh was born…*
Dark Eldar: Our souls are being sucked away by the Chaos god we created through incomprehensible hedonism. What do we do?
Homunculi: Good question. We need masturbate to/on this.
Dark Eldar: You mean mediate, right?
Homunculi: “Eh, both work, we’re not picky. Get the sandpaper, bed of blades and sensory amplifiers.”
Dark Eldar: *slightly disturbed* “This won’t have a good answer, but what’s for what?”
Homunculi: …
Dark Eldar: “Well?”
Homunculi: “I’m thinking.”
*After the solution was discovered…*
Homunculi: “We have a solution…”
Dark Eldar upon seeing what the Homunculi did to themselves: *Vomiting noises and actions*
Homunculi: “Aaaaaggghhhh?” *unable the grasp the disgust and horror of what they did to themselves*
The drukhari will not kill you. They will turn you into a couch. And then sit on you. For ten thousand years. And sip on your pain of being forced into the shape of a couch. And you can. Never. Die.
I have no mouth and I must scream
Love it
Soooo, we just need to throw a giant warp-flashbang into their capital so everyone including the Great Goddess of Kink and Pain knows where the great dinner awaits and how to get there? Could be something from the Galactic Human Federations inventory rotting inside a Magos locker somewhere, that does exactly that.
Vulcan lives
I want to be Lelith Hesperax's living g-string.
My mind just threw up lmao
Druchari are indeed cringe
I’m still simping for Lelith and lady Malys, best to hedge my bets. I can change them, I can save them🎉
If by that you mean that in the sense of changing them from alive to dead, and (thusly) saving them from their pathetic existence, then I agree wholeheartedly.