Who Would Win?! A Warhammer Meme

When Tyranid Evolution Meets Ogryn Rage

On the left, we have the epitome of biological perfection, a Tyranid monstrosity that has been honed over millennia to be the galaxy’s ultimate predator. Razor claws, acid spit, and a hunger that could make a Hive Fleet jealous—this thing was born to kill. But wait, why does it look suspiciously like Rolf from Ed, Edd n Eddy mid-existential crisis? Its gaping maw, bugged-out eyes, and frantic pose scream “Fear me, for I am death incarnate!” Yet, somehow, this terrifying xenos looks more like a panicked farmhand who just saw his best goat explode. Truly, evolution has peaked.

The Ogryn Who Has Nothing Left to Lose

On the right, we see Ed, a simple-minded but unstoppable force, standing in the calm before the storm. His vacant stare is the look of an Ogryn whose Commissar just got swallowed whole, which means one thing—somebody is about to get obliterated. Tyranids may be the pinnacle of genetic engineering, but they have never faced the sheer might of an Ogryn suffering a tragic loss. Strength fueled by grief? Check. No concept of self-preservation? Double check. The battlefield just became a giant mosh pit, and the Ogryn is about to throw the first punch.

Who Wins? The Answer is Obvious

Logic dictates that the genetically perfect xenos should win, but Warhammer logic works differently. The Tyranid has claws that can slice through ceramite, but the Ogryn doesn’t even realize he has internal organs to be sliced. The bug spits acid? Too bad, Ogryns don’t believe in chemistry. With a scream of “YOU ATE BOSS!”, our thick-skulled champion swings his ripper gun like a club, turning the battlefield into a buffet of Tyranid confetti. The Hive Mind watches in horror as its “perfect” creation gets folded like an Imperial pamphlet. Somewhere, the Emperor nods approvingly—faith in humanity is restored.