Inspection [SFM] Hour Edition
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 8 เม.ย. 2021
- A commissar inspects (or is inspected by?) a regiment he is assigned to after the previous commissar was KIA. By the enemy. In the back. With an entrenchment tool.
As promised, here is the looped video, ya heretics. I know there are more ways it could be improved, changed and fixed, but I'm done with fighting SFM on this one. Onward to less lazy animations.
DISCLAIMER:
I am not the owner of this song and if they request the audio be removed, I will do so immediately.
Song:
“Chained by One Chain”
music by Butusov V. G., Mogilevskiy A.U., lyrics by Kormiltsev I.V.
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Not an original idea, it is a reanimation of this video:
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The original animator can be found here, check them out:
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Special thanks to model creators: Nindzya Nub, Joazzz, SFM & Garry's Mod Steam Workshops.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This video is unofficial and in no shape or form endorsed by Games Workshop Limited. Warhammer 40,000 franchise belongs to Games Workshop, and I am in no way or form affiliated. Models, audio, etc. in this video do not belong to me and belong to their respective owners.
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The song used is “Chained by One Chain." (Link in description)
It gets even darker when you know that most of these soldiers are probably only just between 15 and 17 years old
I like how soldiers are not of same hieght. Adds to realisticity.
The last commissar must have ordered a tactical retreat...
He’s the last animator PROTECT HIM AT ALL COST
I see the scouting party is ready...
How I'd like to imagine what my troops are doing just before I go to war in Stellaris while playing as fanatical purifiers
Every now and then you can see one of the soldiers watch as the commissar passes by. Along with the different heights, this is pretty phenomenal.
Commisar isn’t even doing the inspection, he’s just going for walk while listening to some sick tunes
Knowing the Kriegers the commissar isn't inspecting them, rather they are inspecting him.
The commissar walks past a file of guardsmen about once per second. A single file looks to be 7 guardsmen. An hour has 3600 seconds. 3600 x 7 Thus the commissar inspected / was inspected by 25 200 guardsmen of Krieg.
~36036 Guardsmen
Commissar 1: so how goes inspecting krieg regiments?
I remember the day my Primarch, Roboute Guilliman, asked me a question about the Kriegsman. It was a mundane question, one he could have even guessed the answer to. The question itself birthed a litany of other questions and a single teared statement. "Why do they wear the masks?" I turned my head to meet his eyes and I wondered at the question, he meant it literally, he didn't know what they were, rare that my Primarch would be ignorant of anything, especially history. "They are the Death Korps of Krieg, they always wear them, their homeworld has a toxic atmosphere." My Primarch nodded, I could still see in his expression that another curiosity lingered, and then he gave words to the emotion. "They never remove them? Why? This atmosphere isn't toxic." Instead of answering I shook my head at the ground, it was a tragic tale, gifting their history any thoughts would bring most to their knees, even Space Marines. "Kriegsman believe that their war, their duty, is everlasting. They think that they need to be ready to fulfill the Emperor's will at any moment. They're not so equipped for war as they are equipped for their own death, to slow their impending doom so they might give the Emperor more use, no matter how miniscule it is, they will give it gladly. It's how their entire planet is." His eyes tracked mine and maybe he saw my internal agony, I had weathered a thousand battles, but I had never relayed the history of Krieg, the history of their heresy. "Their entire planet, is like this? Grim, inhuman, emotionless... soulless? Why?" I wanted to refuse to answer his questions, but I couldn't. "The sons of Krieg are not as you say, not soulless, they live their lives for the Emperor. I once visited Krieg, the planet was a hellscape. A hellscape devoid of the Emperor's grace and beauty, it was a place where the Emperor's Peace would be refused by its populace, they would believe that their own lives were worth less than the mercy of death. Most of these soldiers are children, sons fighting so the war their father's waged might be forgiven." The words did not strike true with the Primarch, there were still questions unanswered, a history he did not understand. So I told him of the beginning, the treachery of Krieg's highlords. The resistance that sprouted from Colonel Jurten, his cry for help that went unheard into the darkness, and then his headlong charge into the jaws of death, his faith in the Emperor alone guiding him. I told him of the war, the brutal unyielding war that never ended. The generational trenches that spread across the entirety of Krieg, the dried ocens that turned into fields of lasgun fire and artillery barrages. The genetically enhanced beasts that carried faithful soldiers into the fray of the heaviest combat, equipped to die, never to survive. "Five hundred years, Krieg fought for five hundred years in unending war. Jurten's own forces were all dead before the end of the first decade but Krieg's sons and daughters bred a new army. An army that marched over the luscious fields that once existed and left war in their wake. They finally won the war after trillions had been killed, returned to the fold, and greeted the Imperium with heavy hearts." My heart was caught in my words, it was agonizing to relay it, to say the truth. "They believe that they are the arch traitors, the betrayers, the worst of heretics, that theirs is a lineage of the unfaithful, their blood is the blood of heathens. The people of Krieg believe it is their duty to atone, for eternity, for their crimes. They produce nothing, they build nothing, but they have their sons. The sons they throw away, because traitors deserve to die. Ever since they returned to the Imperium they have given everything away freely. To them every Krieger, every child soldier they send into the boiling heat of battle, deserves only death. When they die, they only see a number lost, equipment to scavenge, a heretic dead. They will continue to atone for crimes that weren't even their own, and they will do it without question, forever. They can never be forgiven, they
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The 1890th Death Korps Siege Regiment is now satisfied, Commissar! May the Emperor's Light shine upon you.
This is the shortened version. They have to replace the Commissar's because most die of exhaustion trying to inspect the whole Krieg detachment.
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i would like to request for the commisar to report to his superiors for immediate retraining as he clearly failed to spot the psyker at
They are not immortal like the Astartes.