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** Every single servant of Slaanesh lives on [[Freud Was Right]] and [[Nightmare Fetishist]]. When one of the Renegade Chapters devoted to it call themselves the Violaters and one of the Dark Eldar Cabals is named the Emasculators, it's sort of inevitable. Then there's Lucius the Eternal and his Lash of Torment...

** The Imperium of Man's standard architecture consists of mile-high Gothic cathedrals with skulls as far as the eye can see. And of course you have the Imperial Guard, an army made up of ordinary, puny humans. Naturally, they need more and bigger cannons, tanks and field guns so they can stand a chance in a fight. [http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Basilisk Check out the size of this gun.] [http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Baneblade Or this tank], but let's be fair here. The Imperial Guard are ordinary humans fighting the [[In Space|sci-fi versions]] of every [[Always Chaotic Evil]] race you've ever heard of -- cranked [[Up to Eleven]]. They clearly already have nuts of steel. Sometimes [[Bigger Is Better|a seven-meter-long cannon]] is [[Metaphorgotten|just a cigar.]]

*** It needs to be pointed out that the Sisters do ''not'' use "equipment otherwise used exclusively by the all-male Space Marines" for two reasons: First, the geneseed does not respond to female hormones, so the Sisters have none of the implants of the Space Marines, and specifically do not have the "black carapace" that allows the Marines to interface with their armor. Secondly, the fluff points out that even with the assistance of the armor's artificial "muscles", it's impossible for anyone without the strength of a Space Marine to even ''move'' in that armour. Therefore, the Sisters' power armour is less powerful, and their bolters are lower caliber. (To wit, a Space Marine bolter is approximately 20mm, while the Godwyn-pattern bolters used by the Sisters is probably somewhere between 12.7mm and 14.5mm.) It's the same ''type'' of equipment, but not the ''same'' equipment.

** Space Marines are all men, and they live on space-rocks with other big burly marines. They've got no lives outside of training with each other, eating, sleeping, bathing, and fighting alongside other giant bald supermen. Space marines then go to feral worlds looking for young boys to indoctrine into their chapters. They're like the army, the navy, and the clergy combined.