Commissar Addressing His Troops Before Battle Meme

The Commissar’s Ruthless Rally: Grimdark Humor Meets Warhammer 40K Sacrifice

The Commissar’s Inspirational Speech

In true Warhammer 40K fashion, this meme perfectly captures the grim reality of an Imperial Guard Commissar’s motivational techniques—or lack thereof. The image features Lord Farquaad from Shrek, proudly standing before his troops, only this time he has been reimagined as a Warhammer 40K Commissar. The line “Some of you may die, but that is a sacrifice I am willing to make” is hilariously fitting for the Imperium’s battlefield philosophy, where soldiers are less of a valued resource and more of a renewable one. The stoic and heavily armored Imperial Guardsmen, likely Cadians, stand in the foreground, undoubtedly aware that their survival rate just dropped to zero. Meanwhile, the Commissar stands smugly, confident that morale—if not the troops—will hold.

The Grimdark Reality of Being a Guardsman

Being a member of the Astra Militarum is already bad enough—you’re basically given a flashlight (lasgun) and told to fight things that can rip apart Space Marines. But when a Commissar like this is in charge, things somehow get even worse. Guardsmen in the meme look on with deadpan stares, probably questioning how they got here, while a ghostly skull hovers ominously in the background, a clear sign that somebody is about to get executed for cowardice. The best part? The Commissar doesn’t even plan on fighting—just pointing dramatically while ensuring everyone else gets vaporized first. It’s not about tactics, it’s about faith in the Emperor and the generous use of human waves.

A Glorious Charge Into Certain Doom

This meme brilliantly mixes Warhammer’s brutal battlefield logic with the absurdity of Shrek, proving once again that Grimdark and comedy go hand in hand. The juxtaposition of Lord Farquaad’s expression and the lifeless stares of the Guardsmen perfectly encapsulates what it’s like to be an expendable soldier in the 41st Millennium. There’s no retreat, no surrender—only the warm embrace of inevitable death, either from the enemy or from a bolt round to the back of the head for questioning orders. But at the end of the day, this is the Imperium of Man, and if you die in service, at least you know you helped the Commissar not die. And really, isn’t that what war is all about?