Rule 40K

In a comment thread on Facebook, my friend Jon proposed a new internet rule:

Rule 40K: If it exists, it has a Warhammer crossover.

Which, of course, lead to us bouncing a couple of ideas back and forth...

MHI : "Monster Hunters, Interstellar"

Sherlock Holmes : "The Case of the Filthy Heretic" 

Downtown Hive : The lives of an aristocratic Free Trader family and their hirelings in the post-Crusade era—with the great events in the Rim having an effect on their lives and on their hive's social hierarchy. 

World of Warcraft : "By the Frozen Throne! Thrall Protects." 

300 : "Our dropships are so numerous they will blot out the sun. Then we will cleanse in the shade!" 

Firefly : No changes required. "You guys always bring me the very best violence." 

Days of Our Hives : Storylines in the show follow the lives of middle- and upper-class servants of the Emperor in Espandor Hive in the Ultramar subsector, with the usual threads of mutant cleansing, political marriages, inevitable betrayal, and crèche life, plus medical story lines focusing on Nurgle-inspired plagues and character studies of individuals who succumb to the heresy of Chaos and are eventually rooted out by the Inquisition. 

This Old Hab : Follows remodeling projects of low-class hab dwellings over a number of weeks. Covers scrounging for materials; the many uses of flakboard; and how to construct defensive barriers useful for surviving internecine hive gang struggles. Became incredibly popular after the well received "Help! There's a Secret Cultist Chamber In My Basement!" episodes. 

Babylon 40K : It was the twilight of the Age of the Imperium, ten years after the Third War for Armageddon. The Babylon Project was a dream given form. Its goal: to prevent another war by creating a place where humans and orcs could work out their differences peacefully. It's a port of call, home away from home for diplomats, servitors, tech-priests, astropaths and Adeptus of all kinds. Humans and orcs wrapped in two million, five hundred thousand tons of spinning metal, all alone in the night. It can be a dangerous place, but it's our last best hope for peace. This is the story of the last of the Babylon stations. The year is 008.M42. The name of the place is Babylon 213.