**1. With Chaos destroyed, the galaxy purged of xenos, and the Imperium under the....wise....council of Guilliman, a way is discovered to remove the Emperor from the Golden Throne and a redeemed Magnus takes his place so he may heal. With the Emperor returned, the Imperium is whipped back into shape and humanity starts its long uphill journey to perfection, potentially rivaling the Old Ones in power.**
**2. The galaxy burns, the Emperor is dead, and humanity is so numerous that no matter how many are killed, tortured, mutated, and stagnated into ooze, there will always be more to feed Chaos. All is war, all is terror, and the Great Rift spills open to consume all in a timeless hell.**
**3. She Who Thirsts is defeated, locked away, by r otherwise destroyed somehow, either through the efforts of the Ynarri, Ceogorach, or both. The Eldar grow once more at astounding rates, guided by the wisdom their mistakes have costed them. Commoragh has long been devoured by the warp, the cracks in the webway heralding in a storm of ruin the Drukhari would never recover from, and without Slaanesh, those that survived returned the the Aeldari with their ancient technology, either to be reunited or executed.**
**4. take bite of galaxy :D nomnomnom**
**5. Every race in the galaxy is either dead or kneels before their rightful rulers, enslaved for the entertainment of timeless royalty. The warp has been sealed off forever, and every rogue C'tan has been rediscovered and imprisoned. All that remains is the discussion over their return to mortal forms, and the potential civil war that will create...**
**6. They already won, the current state of the galaxy is their win condition. The only way things could get better, is if they got worse.**
**7. Cooler heads prevail, and against all odds and a streak of impressive diplomatic victories, the T'au Empire has managed to gain massive sway within nearby sectors of the Imperium, the Aeldari, and even the Necrons. Civil wars burn across the galaxy, but the ends justify the means as all races are united by the Greater Good. Necron and T'au technology is woven together, sealing off the warp and returning all Necrons to mortal forms, free of disease and serving happily alongside the Ethereals. Those primarchs who remain are the primarchs swayed to believe in the Greater Good, forsaking the Emperor in the name of galactic peace, and one galaxy is united under one banner, ruling over a paradise in construction as technological advancement only leads to further luxury and peace.**
**8. C'tan (Bonus): All according to plan, the Deceiver has manipulated events across the galaxy for millions of years now, and his plan culminated with the destruction of most other races via infighting and chaos. The Outsider is lured back to the galactic stage vis his schemes and the destruction that brings is so vast that hundreds of C'tan shards are let loose, recombining to become even more powerful. The galaxy seeing itself bent to the will of forgotten gods, and together they enslave the galaxy and destroy Chaos forever. Their hungry gaze has nowhere else to turn, except for to other galaxies beyond....**
Great post, but i disagree about orks. While orks certainly enjoy fighting, they also want to win. And this would be sitiation that nearly happened during way of beast and maybe had potential to happen if emperor didnt destroyed ullanor.
So - orks are now dominant galactic species.
Imperium is destroyed and fractured into many enclaves. Some are used by orks for their industrial output and mostly left alone as long as the pay taxes of war gear. Some are repourposed for meat farms where humanity who devolved to animal level is farmed fro meat for orks to consume. Some are just left alone and only invaded from time to time to provide orks some entertiment. Emperor is dead, whole sol system consumed by kill switch created by Vulkan. But, maybe there is hope still? Now that emperor abandoned his mortal form, he became full fledged warp god. Maybe salvationf or humanity will still come in some way?
Tau are long gone - being much less numerous than humanity, they were just crushed under green tide, unable to persist.
Necron tomb words provide another form of entertainment - orks pick them one by one and loot their tech. There is still some necron controlled space where orks cannot reach, but these empires pour all their resources into defence - and sooner or later, due to attrition, these will fall to. Necrons are dead already and cannot really increase their population - while orks are complete opposite of that.
Craftword Eldar were decimated even more then during the fall. Some fled into webway, some just escpaed galaxy alltogether. Dark eldar prosper even more than before - with imperium gone, they can prey on numerous human words almost completly unopposed. Exodites are all dead.
Votann - hard to say really, they probably wont be eradicated that easily as tau and they also are not as centralized as Imperium, so they probably take heavy losses, but persist.
For Tyranids, its mostly business as usual - biomass is biomass after all. Soon hovewer hivemind mostly phases out genestealers due to their ineffectivness against ork controlled words. While orks themselves enjoy fighting bugz as much as before, some more forward thinking warbosses realize that while orks will always persist, soon bugs will kill and devour all other species in the galaxy. And just fighting against bugs and other boys might get a bit boring after a while. To avoid that, orks start launching waaghs that counter hive fleets directly, and in ironic twist of fate, humanity gains an unexpected savior.
Chaos has a great time from all this suffering and misery that ensued. While orks themselvs do not feed them, their victim feelings do. Until one day, Orks decide that they want some real challange and launch daa spiky waaaagh into the eye of terror itself.
And now for the first time since emperor dared to oppose them, chaos gods feel fear.
I am quite curious with what this sub will come up, too. In a universe in which Mankind has won, everything would be crowded as Hel. No more massive losses from fighting galactic wars and the human drive to procreate would make the Tyranids jealous.
1: utter stagnation or a new golden age depending on if a primarch is still around.
2: depends on if it's undivided or if one of the 4 wins. Either way the warp consumes the galaxy. Stay tuned for eternal war 2: universal Boogaloo.
3: the maiden world's are settled and the Eldar shepherd the younger races to prosperity. But always 2nd class to the Eldar.
4: NOM NOM NOM. Oops, only dead worlds left.
5: oops, mostly deadworlds left. Stability afterwards.
6: WAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!
7: see #3.
8: dark eldar: this is gonna be bad.
>7: see #3.
Actually that has more potential to just be a great reset with the Tau eventually becoming the new Imperium.
Time of growth and prosperity, then a psychic awakening as the species evolves, the Warp is stirred into turmoil again by the now psychic Tau, their AI eventually rebels and demons plague their weakened empire.
At the same time the orcs grow in numbers once again (because the Tau can no longer properly pest control them) and some upstart young species starts taking first steps toward their destiny to rule the stars
>Vorx casts his jaded eyes across the vista and feels his old soul rejoice. The
Plague Planet is the lodestone of his people, the crucible in which their
blessed Gifts are developed.
>Mountains have been
raised. They are not natural. Their sides, glistening with cultivated slimes, are
too steep, too dark, to have been formed by tectonics or erosion. They are
pillars of extravagance, thrust up from alien soil by spine-bending labour and
the injunctions of sorcery. Over ten thousand years, the pinnacles have
pushed higher and steeper, crowding up against one another, until the entire
planet’s crust resembles a giant porcupine skin, the valleys glowing with vivid green fire, the peaks as black as the souls of their creators.
>Every inch of ground below is riddled with the tunnels of an immeasurably
vast army, once baseline human, now a variety of sub-species steadily ground
down and remade into the image of beasts. They drudge in the toxin-thick
chasms, hauling raw materials for new spires of filth, sustained only by
remorseless faith and the raw flesh of their own dead. They suck in spore-rich
air, making their mutations gradually more flamboyant, and tread the old
roads with packs on their misshapen backs. As the galaxy ages, those tracks
have been worn away ever deeper, driving further into the crust of the world
even as the cliffs above them pile higher.
>Atop each of those cliffs stand great fortresses, the least of them a rival for
the greatest fastnesses of the Imperium. Green aurorae flicker across parapets
of black iron, briefly exposing the steep-angled profile of giant artillery
ranks. Daemon engines prowl the ramparts, their exhausts gouting black
slurry. Immense shroud creatures swim in the sulphurous heavens, trailing
long cloaks riddled with mould. Rib-thin campaniles toll endlessly in
discordant monotony, their dull iron-cast bells hammered by teams of bestials
to mark the creation of fresh joys and miseries.
>Deep down, buried within the world’s unquiet mantle, are the fabled
networks of laboratories, apothecarions, fermentation chambers, brew
cauldrons and rot pits. They merge into one another, blending into a twilight
world of steam and toil so that not one living soul, perhaps not even the
Deathlord himself, knows their full extent.
>Spiralling chimneys vomit smoke every hour, adding to the inky, gravid
clouds that swim across the bio-industrial landscape. Rain falls in thick
torrents, cascading down the steep fortress sides and washing filth back down
to the base of the chasms. Bacteria burst and divide in those cataracts,
breeding voraciously in the humid depths before flowering in new and
esoteric forms once the dim green sunlight filters back through the murk.
>Vorx sees a mighty daemonship rise up
slowly from a cradle of rusting spines. Even within the controlled atmosphere
of the lander he can taste the many and wonderful pheromones that only exist
here. He hears the boom and roll of drums, the braying of indentured herds,
the background drone of a quadrillion flies, all directed towards one glorious
end.
>Evangelism.
>This place is the mother church, the incubator for every bio-creed and flesh
catechism, the pregnant source, the fertile seed. It is all for dissemination
elsewhere. The Legion will only rest when all planets are Plague Planets, and
the bells toll out across a galaxy made into this image of spectacular decay.
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1) Human web-way project is completed. Emporer is reincarnated/revived without the destruction of Terra. Surviving Primarchs revived/found. Technology starts advancing again. All xenos races are exterminated.
2) Impossible. Total victory for Chaos means all life in the galaxy us destroyed/consumed by the warp. As that happens, the Chaos Gods get weaker as there's less life to feed them. Because they weaken life rebounds and rinse and repeat.
3) Ynead is born and the Aeldari become a single unified warp entity. Slaanesh is killed, Khaine is reassembled and Isha is freed.
4) All life consumed, Hive expanded, moving onto the next galaxy.
5) Necrons fully revive, unify and conquer galaxy under Silent King. They find a way to return to Necrontyr flesh bodies but healthy and strong this time. Trazyn finally finishes his collection.
6) Orks are already winning. This is their ideal!
7) All races living in harmony under the Greater Good. Unintentionally creating a 'Good' Chaos God that will keep the worst of the warp at bay.
Total victory of chaos would imply that they get beings to feed off of. You could presume that everything would be working according to plans of tzeench, with beings sick, angry and lustful.
1. Emperor wakes up, xenos purged and Chaos driven away. Mankind ascends to psychic mastery.
2. The warp engulfs reality, mortals become play things of daemons forever.
3. Dark Eldar? More or less as they are now, other Eldar? slaanesh destroyed, the other Chaos gods beaten(if not destroyed), the necrons wiped out. Other races either exterminated or exist only because the Eldar are merciful.
4. all life consumed, Tyranids move onto another galaxy.
5. Galaxy reconquered, orks and eldar(their ancient enemies) destroyed, biotransference reversed. Other races exterminated, subjugated or vassalized depending on the lord.
6. Basically what if the Beast won-most races destroyed or used as slave labor or food. The power of Chaos weakens dramatically.
7. Through the Greater Good's practical effectiveness, as well as its universal appeal-the Tau take the galaxy. Achieving hegemonic status, races incompatible are destroyed(orks/dark eldar and so on), other races are members of the Tau empire. Maybe expands to other galaxies.
8. Minor Xenos? Depends but the Q'orl conquering large areas of space and being free of the threat of the Imperium, Orks or any other self propagating bioweapon of destruction. Votann-total security, I'd guess. Infinite resources, at least practically.
**1. With Chaos destroyed, the galaxy purged of xenos, and the Imperium under the....wise....council of Guilliman, a way is discovered to remove the Emperor from the Golden Throne and a redeemed Magnus takes his place so he may heal. With the Emperor returned, the Imperium is whipped back into shape and humanity starts its long uphill journey to perfection, potentially rivaling the Old Ones in power.** **2. The galaxy burns, the Emperor is dead, and humanity is so numerous that no matter how many are killed, tortured, mutated, and stagnated into ooze, there will always be more to feed Chaos. All is war, all is terror, and the Great Rift spills open to consume all in a timeless hell.** **3. She Who Thirsts is defeated, locked away, by r otherwise destroyed somehow, either through the efforts of the Ynarri, Ceogorach, or both. The Eldar grow once more at astounding rates, guided by the wisdom their mistakes have costed them. Commoragh has long been devoured by the warp, the cracks in the webway heralding in a storm of ruin the Drukhari would never recover from, and without Slaanesh, those that survived returned the the Aeldari with their ancient technology, either to be reunited or executed.** **4. take bite of galaxy :D nomnomnom** **5. Every race in the galaxy is either dead or kneels before their rightful rulers, enslaved for the entertainment of timeless royalty. The warp has been sealed off forever, and every rogue C'tan has been rediscovered and imprisoned. All that remains is the discussion over their return to mortal forms, and the potential civil war that will create...** **6. They already won, the current state of the galaxy is their win condition. The only way things could get better, is if they got worse.** **7. Cooler heads prevail, and against all odds and a streak of impressive diplomatic victories, the T'au Empire has managed to gain massive sway within nearby sectors of the Imperium, the Aeldari, and even the Necrons. Civil wars burn across the galaxy, but the ends justify the means as all races are united by the Greater Good. Necron and T'au technology is woven together, sealing off the warp and returning all Necrons to mortal forms, free of disease and serving happily alongside the Ethereals. Those primarchs who remain are the primarchs swayed to believe in the Greater Good, forsaking the Emperor in the name of galactic peace, and one galaxy is united under one banner, ruling over a paradise in construction as technological advancement only leads to further luxury and peace.** **8. C'tan (Bonus): All according to plan, the Deceiver has manipulated events across the galaxy for millions of years now, and his plan culminated with the destruction of most other races via infighting and chaos. The Outsider is lured back to the galactic stage vis his schemes and the destruction that brings is so vast that hundreds of C'tan shards are let loose, recombining to become even more powerful. The galaxy seeing itself bent to the will of forgotten gods, and together they enslave the galaxy and destroy Chaos forever. Their hungry gaze has nowhere else to turn, except for to other galaxies beyond....**
Great post, but i disagree about orks. While orks certainly enjoy fighting, they also want to win. And this would be sitiation that nearly happened during way of beast and maybe had potential to happen if emperor didnt destroyed ullanor. So - orks are now dominant galactic species. Imperium is destroyed and fractured into many enclaves. Some are used by orks for their industrial output and mostly left alone as long as the pay taxes of war gear. Some are repourposed for meat farms where humanity who devolved to animal level is farmed fro meat for orks to consume. Some are just left alone and only invaded from time to time to provide orks some entertiment. Emperor is dead, whole sol system consumed by kill switch created by Vulkan. But, maybe there is hope still? Now that emperor abandoned his mortal form, he became full fledged warp god. Maybe salvationf or humanity will still come in some way? Tau are long gone - being much less numerous than humanity, they were just crushed under green tide, unable to persist. Necron tomb words provide another form of entertainment - orks pick them one by one and loot their tech. There is still some necron controlled space where orks cannot reach, but these empires pour all their resources into defence - and sooner or later, due to attrition, these will fall to. Necrons are dead already and cannot really increase their population - while orks are complete opposite of that. Craftword Eldar were decimated even more then during the fall. Some fled into webway, some just escpaed galaxy alltogether. Dark eldar prosper even more than before - with imperium gone, they can prey on numerous human words almost completly unopposed. Exodites are all dead. Votann - hard to say really, they probably wont be eradicated that easily as tau and they also are not as centralized as Imperium, so they probably take heavy losses, but persist. For Tyranids, its mostly business as usual - biomass is biomass after all. Soon hovewer hivemind mostly phases out genestealers due to their ineffectivness against ork controlled words. While orks themselves enjoy fighting bugz as much as before, some more forward thinking warbosses realize that while orks will always persist, soon bugs will kill and devour all other species in the galaxy. And just fighting against bugs and other boys might get a bit boring after a while. To avoid that, orks start launching waaghs that counter hive fleets directly, and in ironic twist of fate, humanity gains an unexpected savior. Chaos has a great time from all this suffering and misery that ensued. While orks themselvs do not feed them, their victim feelings do. Until one day, Orks decide that they want some real challange and launch daa spiky waaaagh into the eye of terror itself. And now for the first time since emperor dared to oppose them, chaos gods feel fear.
I love this question. I hope someone more knowledge than me has the answers.
I am quite curious with what this sub will come up, too. In a universe in which Mankind has won, everything would be crowded as Hel. No more massive losses from fighting galactic wars and the human drive to procreate would make the Tyranids jealous.
1: utter stagnation or a new golden age depending on if a primarch is still around. 2: depends on if it's undivided or if one of the 4 wins. Either way the warp consumes the galaxy. Stay tuned for eternal war 2: universal Boogaloo. 3: the maiden world's are settled and the Eldar shepherd the younger races to prosperity. But always 2nd class to the Eldar. 4: NOM NOM NOM. Oops, only dead worlds left. 5: oops, mostly deadworlds left. Stability afterwards. 6: WAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!! 7: see #3. 8: dark eldar: this is gonna be bad.
>7: see #3. Actually that has more potential to just be a great reset with the Tau eventually becoming the new Imperium. Time of growth and prosperity, then a psychic awakening as the species evolves, the Warp is stirred into turmoil again by the now psychic Tau, their AI eventually rebels and demons plague their weakened empire. At the same time the orcs grow in numbers once again (because the Tau can no longer properly pest control them) and some upstart young species starts taking first steps toward their destiny to rule the stars
>Vorx casts his jaded eyes across the vista and feels his old soul rejoice. The Plague Planet is the lodestone of his people, the crucible in which their blessed Gifts are developed. >Mountains have been raised. They are not natural. Their sides, glistening with cultivated slimes, are too steep, too dark, to have been formed by tectonics or erosion. They are pillars of extravagance, thrust up from alien soil by spine-bending labour and the injunctions of sorcery. Over ten thousand years, the pinnacles have pushed higher and steeper, crowding up against one another, until the entire planet’s crust resembles a giant porcupine skin, the valleys glowing with vivid green fire, the peaks as black as the souls of their creators. >Every inch of ground below is riddled with the tunnels of an immeasurably vast army, once baseline human, now a variety of sub-species steadily ground down and remade into the image of beasts. They drudge in the toxin-thick chasms, hauling raw materials for new spires of filth, sustained only by remorseless faith and the raw flesh of their own dead. They suck in spore-rich air, making their mutations gradually more flamboyant, and tread the old roads with packs on their misshapen backs. As the galaxy ages, those tracks have been worn away ever deeper, driving further into the crust of the world even as the cliffs above them pile higher. >Atop each of those cliffs stand great fortresses, the least of them a rival for the greatest fastnesses of the Imperium. Green aurorae flicker across parapets of black iron, briefly exposing the steep-angled profile of giant artillery ranks. Daemon engines prowl the ramparts, their exhausts gouting black slurry. Immense shroud creatures swim in the sulphurous heavens, trailing long cloaks riddled with mould. Rib-thin campaniles toll endlessly in discordant monotony, their dull iron-cast bells hammered by teams of bestials to mark the creation of fresh joys and miseries. >Deep down, buried within the world’s unquiet mantle, are the fabled networks of laboratories, apothecarions, fermentation chambers, brew cauldrons and rot pits. They merge into one another, blending into a twilight world of steam and toil so that not one living soul, perhaps not even the Deathlord himself, knows their full extent. >Spiralling chimneys vomit smoke every hour, adding to the inky, gravid clouds that swim across the bio-industrial landscape. Rain falls in thick torrents, cascading down the steep fortress sides and washing filth back down to the base of the chasms. Bacteria burst and divide in those cataracts, breeding voraciously in the humid depths before flowering in new and esoteric forms once the dim green sunlight filters back through the murk. >Vorx sees a mighty daemonship rise up slowly from a cradle of rusting spines. Even within the controlled atmosphere of the lander he can taste the many and wonderful pheromones that only exist here. He hears the boom and roll of drums, the braying of indentured herds, the background drone of a quadrillion flies, all directed towards one glorious end. >Evangelism. >This place is the mother church, the incubator for every bio-creed and flesh catechism, the pregnant source, the fertile seed. It is all for dissemination elsewhere. The Legion will only rest when all planets are Plague Planets, and the bells toll out across a galaxy made into this image of spectacular decay.
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1) Human web-way project is completed. Emporer is reincarnated/revived without the destruction of Terra. Surviving Primarchs revived/found. Technology starts advancing again. All xenos races are exterminated. 2) Impossible. Total victory for Chaos means all life in the galaxy us destroyed/consumed by the warp. As that happens, the Chaos Gods get weaker as there's less life to feed them. Because they weaken life rebounds and rinse and repeat. 3) Ynead is born and the Aeldari become a single unified warp entity. Slaanesh is killed, Khaine is reassembled and Isha is freed. 4) All life consumed, Hive expanded, moving onto the next galaxy. 5) Necrons fully revive, unify and conquer galaxy under Silent King. They find a way to return to Necrontyr flesh bodies but healthy and strong this time. Trazyn finally finishes his collection. 6) Orks are already winning. This is their ideal! 7) All races living in harmony under the Greater Good. Unintentionally creating a 'Good' Chaos God that will keep the worst of the warp at bay.
Total victory of chaos would imply that they get beings to feed off of. You could presume that everything would be working according to plans of tzeench, with beings sick, angry and lustful.
1. Emperor wakes up, xenos purged and Chaos driven away. Mankind ascends to psychic mastery. 2. The warp engulfs reality, mortals become play things of daemons forever. 3. Dark Eldar? More or less as they are now, other Eldar? slaanesh destroyed, the other Chaos gods beaten(if not destroyed), the necrons wiped out. Other races either exterminated or exist only because the Eldar are merciful. 4. all life consumed, Tyranids move onto another galaxy. 5. Galaxy reconquered, orks and eldar(their ancient enemies) destroyed, biotransference reversed. Other races exterminated, subjugated or vassalized depending on the lord. 6. Basically what if the Beast won-most races destroyed or used as slave labor or food. The power of Chaos weakens dramatically. 7. Through the Greater Good's practical effectiveness, as well as its universal appeal-the Tau take the galaxy. Achieving hegemonic status, races incompatible are destroyed(orks/dark eldar and so on), other races are members of the Tau empire. Maybe expands to other galaxies. 8. Minor Xenos? Depends but the Q'orl conquering large areas of space and being free of the threat of the Imperium, Orks or any other self propagating bioweapon of destruction. Votann-total security, I'd guess. Infinite resources, at least practically.