I only pronounced that right the first time because I saw it spelt with a œ, which I misread as æ, like encyclopædia. So three cheers for "right for the wrong reason".

I'm actually not making a comment about how the characters in the work view themselves at all. The entire premise of the genre is the "Great Man" view of history. That certain people, through ability or ambition, stand above others and define society by their actions. The difference between superheroes and villians isn't self-image (which is frankly irrelevant) but that villians want to use their "greatness" to change things, while heroes want to maintain them.

Certain people are inherently superior to the common masses, who are powerless before the conflicts between these great men.

woke

Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key. Yog-Sothoth is the threshold.

Past, present, future. All are one in Yog-Sothoth.

You rolled snake...in the kitchen.

We are not lewd!

She Who Thirsts and the Dark Kin: Silence, prude. You do not speak for us.

THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN.

Curze and Corax are completely and utterly done with your shenanigans.

Like you never forgot a platoon in a foreign country.

Fortunately my military assets are few enough that I can keep track of all of them at all times.

Unfortunately, this does limit my ability to project force on the international stage.

"You need to paint the King of Beasts."

Paints a perpetually confused inbred.

"...I'm going to allow this."

"Dogs are arseholes."
Dog people: >:(, how dare you!

"Cats are arseholes."
Cat people: We know.

The Emperor, after burning down Monarchia and forcing the entire legion to kneel through sheer divine majesty.

I feel that you have left out an important part of this event.

Bayonets "modern technology".
Wears woven cloth and uses forged steel.

Hypocrite.

To be humiliated or humbled.

Folk etymology: it comes from the poor having to catch and eat crows (which aparently taste disgusting) to prevent starving to death.

Greetings, Kronar, Son of Man.

How appropriate, you fight like a cow.

(because someone had to)

"weeaboo"

I sorry, which empire arms their officer corps with swords and owes nominal allegiance to a heavenly superperson while the Shōgun Imperial Regent actually runs everything?

Fulgrim: Alright, but first you must say it.

Rawbutt: No.

Fulgrim: Ah well, no nap-time for the beaurocrat.

Rowboat: Ugh...fine. Horus was right.

Fulgrim: There, was that so hard?

Changelog: Hi, guys. So you probably noticed that I pulled the humour repo. Short answer is it was conflicting with everything, and I don't have the time or energy to fix it. My advice is to remove humour from your dependancies and purge it from the system.

Sorry, I know how important humour is to some of you. If anyone wants to take up maintenance of the repo, I can mail you the terabytes of error logs you need to sort through.

I think I think, therefore, I think I think I am, I think?

This is as close to a statement of certainty as you will get from philosophy.