Grieving for Demon Tits

First they came for the nipples of the Keeper of Secrets.

And I said nothing, because I was not a Slaaneshi sex daemon.

Then they came for the nipples of the Sororitas Repentia.

And still I said nothing, for I was not a BDSM Space Nun.

But then, they came for my nipples.....




Ok, Games Workshop has not actually come for my nipples. And they didn't really take them off the Repentia, just made them put their tops on [BORING]. And the Slaaneshi six-titted sex-horses still have nipples.

(Which just makes it weirder in my opinion, like thats ok but not on the space nuns?).

Also the sex-horses only have four tits but that's less fun to write.

Also the new Keeper of Secrets really is much, much better than the old one, and still feels really pervy to an extreme degree.

Still, I feel aggrieved. When I was a young man, the world was a simpler place. You could wander into a Games Workshop store with your packet money, and come out with a metal-cast Keeper of Secrets model with one highly exposed and I think pierced nipple. You could throw in a squad of bald screaming space nuns wielding two-handed chainswords and wearing nothing but strips of parchment listing their sins.

It was a golden time, and a more innocent age.

Remember this Jes Goodwin you dammed COWARD?

We live now in an age of shame.

In todays aesthetically crippled moral universe, we are supposed to feel bad if a female Inquisitor puts high heels on her science-fictional power armour, we're supposed to feel bad about ritualised female secondary sexual characteristics replicated in servo-activated ceramite.

Yes, Xenocide, Genocide, auto-da-fe's and infinite pauldrons are fine, but heaven forfend you wear jimmy choos' on the battlefield, because that would be wrong.

Why? I honestly don't know. But the emotion is a strong one. People really, really really don't like this stuff. It upsets them. I think, to them, it seems dirty.

Its not too late to go back to a simpler time...

I would ask for reasons but I don't think and can really be given. Not true ones any way. It is a matter of feeling and moral intuition and the engines which drive these are always hidden from us, though blathering socio-political claptrap will aways present a series of rather tiresome arguments based on half-occluded facts which rest themselves upon awkward piles of assumption and ever more-occluded facts, all of them wrapped up in gloss and presented as 'common knowledge'.

In this fallen world, everything we know will eventually be taken away from us, demon nipples, Marneus Calgars dinosaur writing desk, the concept of the bolter round as a self-propelled micro-projectile, all shall pass.

All we can do is grieve for the demon nipples of our youth...