What do your army's men talk about?

So yes, a lot of people die in wargames, especially in the fluff. However, logically, the entire army can't be wiped out every battle, so some of the soldiers have to form relationships, friendships, thrive. So when they do, what do your men talk about when they do? If they're in their bunks, or the mess, or on patrol, what do they discuss to pass the time? (Obviously tyranids and daemons and things like that presumably don't have very fulfilling conversations). But still, what sort of thing do they chat about?

What normal soldiers talk about when they are in some godforsaken place far from home.
>When i go back im going to slay SO much pussy
>When i go back im gonna eat so much (local delicacy)
>When i go back im gonna buy me a brand new (whatever people in the imperium drive) and use to to pick up TONS OF BITCHES

You know. Whatever they miss. Usually sex and food.

Don't forget trying to convince each other to do stupid shit to alleviate the soul-crushing boredom.

"I bet you couldn't ride a floorium bufferatus." "I bet you couldn't sneak a squig in the Sarge's tent." "I bet you couldn't paint a dick on the side of that hill with your lasgun." etc.

I'm now just imagining a platoon of guardsmen practising firing drills by shooting dicks into the side of a hill, and my day just got better

Singing old vox hits together.
Filtering the Marauder's coolant fluid so they can get drunk on it.
Gamble with lho sticks.
Such is the life of a guardsman.

Their families and what they left back home.

The events of the day.

What they hope to do once they come back after the war (as if) (including sex and food).

What they want their squadmates to do if they come to die, who to warn and what to send back etc.

I also came up with some sort of game played on the ship calles squareball, imported from one planet (some ball game played with hands and foot), a lot of guys play it because all you need is a square room and a ball. So talks about the game. There is a friendly inter-platoon competition. Some people get news about recent developments, star players, big matches and official games from the squareball and that gets talked about massively.

>whatever people in the imperium drive

these

I'm actually really pleased with the stuff that's come out of this thread. GW focusses so much on the "hurr-durr everything is terrible and grimdark and universally shit and all men die quickly and painfully" (for the most part) that it's good to remember that each army is different and that some of them might actually have a good time occasionally.

In mine, as the basic infantrymen come from industrial districts, and many of the officers are nobles, it leads to some mostly light-hearted "ponce" and "uncivilised" back and forth between grunts and many lower-ranking officers, and then the men largely make bets, talk about back home, hypothetical fights from vids from their homeplanets "Terrance the Space Marine vs Urtag the Ogryn" and such like that, and sort of regular stuff people in militaries talk about.

And then the less cool and likeable officers (mainly captains and higher ranks) sit in their private quarters with brandies and just be posh

Captain 1: And the buggery is just rampant in my company
Captain 2: Don't you have any women?
Captain 1: Oh yes we do, but they're so ugly many of the men prefer to do that face down as well
Captain 2: *rich person laugh*
Captain 1: *rich person laugh*

Don't forget talking about their nerd shit. When your free time is entirely sleeping, talking and reading, you tend to pick up a lot of information.

A tour in Iraq and I learned more about peppermint fucking biscuits than any sane man could take. I also became a god damned expert on the intricacies of Al Pacino's acting methods.

>Squad of guardsmen using borrowed rations to bake their newly discovered peppermint cookies
>Commissar walks in
>They're expecting BLAM
>Commissar takes a cookie and walks away

Frontline units can get away with lots of bullshit.
No sane officer is going to enforce asinine minor rules to the tune of Article 27976 of the Imperial field infantry manual : "no baked goods are permitted in the field accomodations" .

I forgot to put quotes around the 'borrowed' there, I was meaning to imply they stole them, but I'm a derp

Food, eating, gut-size, clubs, money with which to buy food, more food, and who or what they're fighting for, and how much food they can get for it.

too many spikey bits, not enough human skulls and eagles.

Its a genestealer cult limo. Its supposed to be low profile.

Your saying that like they aren't smart enough to show how imperial they are.

That makes sense.
>look at that limo with all the skulls and eagles, who's that?
>I dunno, some Ecclesiarchy big shot I guess

>Night Lords, Kings of Nocturne warband:
A lot of talk about loyalties, tactics, ways to terrify people and revenge fantasies against the Imperium, Chaos, Krieg Arcebus and just about everyone amongst the Tactical, along with some bullying of cultists and scavs. They also occasionally may get into debates about justice and the meaning of Konrad/Emperor. The Cultists mainly hang around for protection and serve as man power and spies, the Terminators/raptors are the enforcers of the harsh law of the warband, while the Obliterators, Decimators and Helbrutes are all locked up. The Leaders and Elite mostly sulk around and are too busy leading what is practically a subsector.
>Traitor Ad Mech:
Preening themselves, boasting their theories and inventions, or in the case of their SoB copy cats, shoving the Omnissiah into every ones face

Krieger conversation
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Die

>Sidli can I talk to you for one second ?
>What, Ahmed ?
>I think some of our guys are a bit undernourished
>...

Nothing. Idle talk leads to heresy.

Trenches and stuff, I guess.

While most of what is said would no doubt count bare in mind that Imp Guard will also bring their families with them as Camp followers along with various prostitutes, black smiths, bartenders, people who cook shit, etc so I imagine the hulls of whatever hulk is moving them from one warzone to another whenever they are not drilling or whatever they are either chilling with the senpai, getting drunk and eating whatever the cook dude could scrounge up on the planet/ship and fucking whatever girls/boys they could manage to bring with them or the betas are in their house tents banging one out to some poorly drawn porn of a soroitas.

They also have hobbies as well. For instance in Rebel Winter the Commisar notes one of the sargents was a very accomplished painter who did imperial iconography and another First Born was a really good violinist.

Tauguy here. My homebrew Sept relies heavily on alien auxiliaries so I imagine downtime as being very colourful affairs. The resident Shaper is introducing a couple of Shas'la on how to cook grox, a Gue'vesa is trying to invite a vespid to gamble and a multi-racial group is watching the latest entertainment/propaganda film. Meanwhile, the Shas'o is discussing unconventional tactics with a vespid strainleader.

In fact, trying to imagine how different races would interact is one of the reasons why I fell in love with Tau in the first place.

>...
>...
>...
>*awkward cough*
>...
>...So, how about that weather?
>Can't feel it.
>Yeah, me neither.

>Day 57: We have gained trust of the skeletons, they don't suspect we're actually alive.

I imagine the Skitarii spend a good deal of time talking about self-hackery.

>I learned this one neat trick back on Ryza where, if you layer a few of your optical drives and spectrometers, you can pick up radio signals from Mars.
>Here's a bootleg copy of "Orks Attack" I got from Ryx-23, just slide it in your neck and the Alpha won't even realize you're playing.
>If you turn all your emotional drives way up and pump your coolant through the auxilliary cappilary cables, it's just like getting drunk. Me and Byzak 922-Brn are going to have a party next week, you should join.

>Idle talk leads to heresy
not
>Heresy grows from idleness.

You had one job. Step it up, user.

>Kill all Humans!

the communist manifesto

These pictures are quiite similiar..

In my IG regiment, older troops talk wonder about will they find another homeland or not while younger generation is getting more and more zealous martyrs (as they think finding home is a lost cause, better just die for the Emperor)

>they talk shit about the veterans running around in comfy chimeras and taking all the credit
>they talk shit about that squad boring space monks in power armor that use the drop pod to steal all the glory
>they laugh under theyr greenstuff gasmasks about that time they encircled a squad of terminators, showered them in lasshots/brrrrrt'd them then proceeded to beat the only survivor to death

"Oi, Raznuts, you evva get tah finkin 'bout da worlds an' da like?"
"Zog off, Skumsgrub."

>Obviously tyranids and daemons and things like that presumably don't have very fulfilling conversations

THINK AGAIN

My tau would complain about how much of a fucking retard commander I am with one of the most fucking broken armies in the whole fucking game...

Guard Regiment:
>Shooties
>Hooker
>Explosions
>Going Home.

DEldar Rading Force:
>Shooties
>Stabbies
>Drugs
>That one Hellion boasting about how he's gonna flip upside-down and grab the first woman he sees, strip her naked while in the air, and proceed to fuck her silly while zooming at fast speeds murdering people.
>And still make it back home for dinner with his wife and kids.

>Dark Angels
>erm, brother, can you keep a secret ?
>yes
>ok
>I love you
>Shh

"Tau'va, how did you lose Kais?"
"No idea Anuk. The Shas'o just shipped in another Riptide too"
"ANOTHER? How many do you have now?"
"Nine. The full Riptide wing and we still can't seem to win. Commander's thinking of springing for a Stormsurge now."
"By Aun'va... Who are you even fighting?!"
"Eldar"
"Oh right, that makes sense then."