In a fight? Right? RIGHT?!

The Golden Boy vs. The Golden Demigod

On the left, we have Giorno Giovanna, JoJo’s most unbothered mafia prince, radiating peak anime protagonist energy with his chest window, heart motifs, and that “I’m gonna ruin your whole existence with calm precision” stare. Behind him floats Gold Experience Requiem, a stand so broken it might as well be DLC banned from every timeline. On the right, there’s Warhammer 40K’s very own Angron, Daemon Primarch of the World Eaters, who could bench-press a Baneblade and scream his lungs out while doing it. Giorno, though? Giorno would blink, hit you with a “muda,” and rewind Angron’s entire rage-fueled existence like he tripped over a pebble in a filler episode. This meme isn’t just a clash of fandoms—it’s the most flamboyant beatdown in cosmic history.

Requiem Says No

Let’s be real—Angron may have a daemon engine backbone and rage-induced cardio that never ends, but Gold Experience Requiem says, “Nah.” Not today, not ever. GER’s ability to revert actions to zero means Angron could swing that big ol’ chainaxe, and it would just never finish swinging. Giorno would look him dead in the eye with sparkles and calm menace, then basically softlock the Primarch in a never-ending loop of failure. While Angron’s screaming about skulls for the Skull Throne, Giorno’s just fixing his hair and quoting Shakespeare. You don’t fight GER—you get politely un-existed from reality.

Khorne’s Worst Nightmare

Khorne, the Chaos God of rage and blood, thrives on battle. But imagine his horror when one of his most loyal sons charges into a fight and just… keeps failing. No blood, no death, no fun. Just a teenage fashion icon with donut hair undoing every punch before it lands, while sparkles fill the air and a piano theme kicks in. At some point, even the Warp would start glitching, and Tzeentch would lean in like, “Wait… who let this fabulous anomaly in?” It’s not that Giorno wins—it’s that the fight never even gets a chance to start.

When Style Meets 41st Millennium

The sheer contrast is comedy gold. Angron is rage incarnate, muscles and fire and fury, born to slaughter. Giorno looks like he just stepped off a runway and is about to ruin your evil plan with poetry and emotionally traumatic backstories. This meme dares to ask the question: what happens when unhinged anime logic meets grimdark space war? The answer is simple: fashion, flair, and a stand that breaks every narrative rule. In the end, WH40K fans just have to accept that no amount of skulls can outshine a boy with dream-powered drip. Muda. Muda. Muda. Game over.