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Gardener of Human Happiness
- Location
- Behind You
[X]Oh, da Rok crashed in a city. Fine, but YA WAS SUPPOSED TA HIT A SPACE HULK!
Ork Kwest: In Search Of WAAAAAAGH!
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
[X]Oh, da Rok crashed in a city. Fine, but YA WAS SUPPOSED TA HIT A SPACE HULK!
City = Tech = Loot = Upgrades for our kit.
City = Tech = Loot = Upgrades for our kit.
[X]Okay, dat castle is new. Where's da jungle dis Rok was headin' to?
- Location
- England
I'm glad we went for the city. Not only does that mean lots of loot, it should also mean we can quickly find a lot of other boyz and tuff opponents.
Time To Get To Work!
Gideon020
Really in the mood for ribs.
[X]Oh, da Rok crashed in a city. Fine, but YA WAS SUPPOSED TA HIT A SPACE HULK!
Rok Impact Site, Unknown City
"WHAT THE ZOG IS DIS?" Your roar disturbs the scavenging birds picking over the corpses on the ground as you trudged out of the Rok and looked out at the city before you.
Towering structures of stone, crystal and metal reach towards the sky, smoke billowing from more than a few holes in some of them while one tower collapsed as you watched, eliciting a chuckle as the collapsing section landed with an almighty *BANG* that you felt more than you heard as a giant plume of dust flew into the air.
Brief flashes of bright color and the faint *krump* of explosions told you that there was a fight going on, so that had to be where the WAAAGH was. There was only one problem as you stared at the floating bodies being picked over by birds and then at the river that was filling in the gouge carved by the Rok upon landing.
The flashes were coming from across the river, along with the dakka-dakka that was distinctive of Ork guns, but it was fading quickly. Zog it, the WAAAAGH was leaving you behind!
"OI! Bring that WAAAAGH back 'ere ya greedy gits! I wants to have me a right propa skrap!" You holler before looking around for a way to cross the river. You need Skrap and any gubbins you can find to build something to cross the river fast enough that you can reach the fight and get stuck in like a propa Ork! Wading through the rushing, rising tide of muddy water, you grab Ork bodies and find yourself grabbing what look like Eldar bodies, prompting a grunt from you, "Hurr, so the Boyz are givin' the business to a buncha Eldar, dat's a right larf dat."
Well, with some work you can use the gutz for fuel lines and the like, but where the zog was all the skrap?
Oh. There's all the skrap; a big pile of the stuff is just lying on the edge of the skid-mark the Rok made on the city, but it's weird because it looks nothing like any looting done by an Ork. For one thing the loot pile is still there, just stuffed with Skrap to be used! Shaking your head at the strange, unorky behaviour on display here, probably done by some panzee who were too stupid to see the value in good Skrap, so you start gathering everything to start building something.
You scrounge pile, sorting it into Skrap, Tuff Skrap, Sharp Skrap and even some bits of Flash Skrap along with a large bottle of Ork Fightin' Juice that brings a smile to your face, "Ooh, I could use a good drink." Popping the cork on a string you take a good swig of the stuff and let loose a loud belch that releases green gas into the air before it combusts, "Ooh, that went down all burny and tingly. Dat's a propa brew roight dere."
Strapping it to your body in easy reach, you look at the piles of sorted Skrap and an idea on how you can cross the river presents itself, especially as there's a few wheels in the piles as you heft your box o' Mek Toolz and get to work, "Hurr hurr hurr, gonna make me some propa transportation I am. Now I just need to fiddle with dis, and plug in dis, and oooh, I have to weld dat..."
The sounds of fighting soon begin to fade to near inaudibility as you hammer, saw, weld, spit, gut, tan, screw and chew together a kludge between a boat and a bike, being a wheeled vehicle with boat-like bitz like a giant rotating propeller to push it across the ground and across the water, a mounting for your Dakka Shoota with a thick piece of Tuff Skrap to offer just enough protection that you could have a propa fight without dying.
After filling up the fuel tanks and checking to make sure your weapon was secure before you finished fitting the Steery Bitz that was filled with buttons and switches that you don't remember adding but what the heck at least the lights are pretty and flash in funny patterns. Slapping the 'Go' Button and jamming your boot down on the accelerator, the engine roars and the Boat-Buggy is ready for action!
Now you just need to figure out where to go.
Hrmm, the sounds of shooting have faded too much to figure out which way to go, but you spot a few places to check out.
[]Check out the krumped tower, so you can take a gander from high up.
[]Dat big dome building looks Flash, so it must have some Flash loot in it.
[] Wot's on the other side of the Rok? Might be a fight dat way!
[]Hmm, maybe you should tinker a bit with your Boat-Buggy more.
[]Wot's dat noise? Some grot's cryin' up a storm. Hurr hurr, you could use some entertainment.
[]Hrmmm...(Again, write in option.)
Rok Impact Site, Unknown City
"WHAT THE ZOG IS DIS?" Your roar disturbs the scavenging birds picking over the corpses on the ground as you trudged out of the Rok and looked out at the city before you.
Towering structures of stone, crystal and metal reach towards the sky, smoke billowing from more than a few holes in some of them while one tower collapsed as you watched, eliciting a chuckle as the collapsing section landed with an almighty *BANG* that you felt more than you heard as a giant plume of dust flew into the air.
Brief flashes of bright color and the faint *krump* of explosions told you that there was a fight going on, so that had to be where the WAAAGH was. There was only one problem as you stared at the floating bodies being picked over by birds and then at the river that was filling in the gouge carved by the Rok upon landing.
The flashes were coming from across the river, along with the dakka-dakka that was distinctive of Ork guns, but it was fading quickly. Zog it, the WAAAAGH was leaving you behind!
"OI! Bring that WAAAAGH back 'ere ya greedy gits! I wants to have me a right propa skrap!" You holler before looking around for a way to cross the river. You need Skrap and any gubbins you can find to build something to cross the river fast enough that you can reach the fight and get stuck in like a propa Ork! Wading through the rushing, rising tide of muddy water, you grab Ork bodies and find yourself grabbing what look like Eldar bodies, prompting a grunt from you, "Hurr, so the Boyz are givin' the business to a buncha Eldar, dat's a right larf dat."
Well, with some work you can use the gutz for fuel lines and the like, but where the zog was all the skrap?
Oh. There's all the skrap; a big pile of the stuff is just lying on the edge of the skid-mark the Rok made on the city, but it's weird because it looks nothing like any looting done by an Ork. For one thing the loot pile is still there, just stuffed with Skrap to be used! Shaking your head at the strange, unorky behaviour on display here, probably done by some panzee who were too stupid to see the value in good Skrap, so you start gathering everything to start building something.
You scrounge pile, sorting it into Skrap, Tuff Skrap, Sharp Skrap and even some bits of Flash Skrap along with a large bottle of Ork Fightin' Juice that brings a smile to your face, "Ooh, I could use a good drink." Popping the cork on a string you take a good swig of the stuff and let loose a loud belch that releases green gas into the air before it combusts, "Ooh, that went down all burny and tingly. Dat's a propa brew roight dere."
Strapping it to your body in easy reach, you look at the piles of sorted Skrap and an idea on how you can cross the river presents itself, especially as there's a few wheels in the piles as you heft your box o' Mek Toolz and get to work, "Hurr hurr hurr, gonna make me some propa transportation I am. Now I just need to fiddle with dis, and plug in dis, and oooh, I have to weld dat..."
The sounds of fighting soon begin to fade to near inaudibility as you hammer, saw, weld, spit, gut, tan, screw and chew together a kludge between a boat and a bike, being a wheeled vehicle with boat-like bitz like a giant rotating propeller to push it across the ground and across the water, a mounting for your Dakka Shoota with a thick piece of Tuff Skrap to offer just enough protection that you could have a propa fight without dying.
After filling up the fuel tanks and checking to make sure your weapon was secure before you finished fitting the Steery Bitz that was filled with buttons and switches that you don't remember adding but what the heck at least the lights are pretty and flash in funny patterns. Slapping the 'Go' Button and jamming your boot down on the accelerator, the engine roars and the Boat-Buggy is ready for action!
Now you just need to figure out where to go.
Hrmm, the sounds of shooting have faded too much to figure out which way to go, but you spot a few places to check out.
[]Check out the krumped tower, so you can take a gander from high up.
[]Dat big dome building looks Flash, so it must have some Flash loot in it.
[] Wot's on the other side of the Rok? Might be a fight dat way!
[]Hmm, maybe you should tinker a bit with your Boat-Buggy more.
[]Wot's dat noise? Some grot's cryin' up a storm. Hurr hurr, you could use some entertainment.
[]Hrmmm...(Again, write in option.)
Nix's Warden
Welcome to Hades
- Location
- United States
[X]Dat big dome building looks Flash, so it must have some Flash loot in it.
KingOfWorlds
Exists.
- Location
- Universe #8758762952950231859269663
[]Dat big dome building looks Flash, so it must have some Flash loot in it.
Getting started! Part 1
Gideon020
Really in the mood for ribs.
[X]Wot's dat noise? Some grot's cryin' up a storm. Hurr hurr, you could use some entertainment.
You gun the engine and rumble over to some dumb-looking panzee eldar house; you stare at the wood and brick building with a gimlet eye before spitting a gob of saliva on the ground, "Dumb panzees, no honest Ork would build 'iz house outta mud and twigs. Just not propa." Dismounting the Boat-Buggy, you stomp over to the building where that noise was coming from, before giving the door a good kick, sending it crashing down to the ground.
Stomping inside, you look around for the source of the noise, finding it coming from a staircase heading downstairs and with a shrug you trudge down the stairs until you find the source of the noise coming from what looks like a collapsed section of the basement area of the house as you start shoving things aside to see what you could find.
After shoving aside a fallen beam, you come across the source of the crying...to find what looks like some animals busy eating a corpse while giving off cries that sound like someone crying. You snort, catching their attention, and one of them hisses at you.
*DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA!*
You look at the ruined, partially collapsed room and the new bullet holes filling it before trudging away from the gore-stains that clearly used to be some kind of scavenger and heading back to the Boat-Buggy, "Wotta waste, didn't even have to hold down the trigga for two sekunds. Wotta waste..."
Slapping your gun back into the mounting and starting the propeller again, taking a moment to look over at the crashed Rok when a thought makes you express your feelings on leaving it behind.
"Feh."
You're an Ork, why the zog would you get torn up about this? You turn away and gun the engine, speeding down the cobblestones on approach to the river, ramping off the edge of the path and landing in the water with a crash, spraying water all over you as the propeller roars and begins pushing your Boat-Buggy across the water.
[X] To Be Continued...
You gun the engine and rumble over to some dumb-looking panzee eldar house; you stare at the wood and brick building with a gimlet eye before spitting a gob of saliva on the ground, "Dumb panzees, no honest Ork would build 'iz house outta mud and twigs. Just not propa." Dismounting the Boat-Buggy, you stomp over to the building where that noise was coming from, before giving the door a good kick, sending it crashing down to the ground.
Stomping inside, you look around for the source of the noise, finding it coming from a staircase heading downstairs and with a shrug you trudge down the stairs until you find the source of the noise coming from what looks like a collapsed section of the basement area of the house as you start shoving things aside to see what you could find.
After shoving aside a fallen beam, you come across the source of the crying...to find what looks like some animals busy eating a corpse while giving off cries that sound like someone crying. You snort, catching their attention, and one of them hisses at you.
*DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA!*
You look at the ruined, partially collapsed room and the new bullet holes filling it before trudging away from the gore-stains that clearly used to be some kind of scavenger and heading back to the Boat-Buggy, "Wotta waste, didn't even have to hold down the trigga for two sekunds. Wotta waste..."
Slapping your gun back into the mounting and starting the propeller again, taking a moment to look over at the crashed Rok when a thought makes you express your feelings on leaving it behind.
"Feh."
You're an Ork, why the zog would you get torn up about this? You turn away and gun the engine, speeding down the cobblestones on approach to the river, ramping off the edge of the path and landing in the water with a crash, spraying water all over you as the propeller roars and begins pushing your Boat-Buggy across the water.
[X] To Be Continued...
- Location
- England
Hmm. Hopefully we can get back to the main WAAAGH in decent time.
Mandemon
Gentlemen, I love brawl.
- Location
- Cookie Jar
Finally, inside the flash dome.
Gideon020
Really in the mood for ribs.
[X]Dat big dome building looks Flash, so it must have some Flash loot in it.
Gunning the engine and roaring off across the water, you look out at the giant dome in the distance and consider how you're going to reach the place. If the Boyz were up to snuff, then they'd have wrecked enough buildings and defenders that you won't be able to navigate past the wreckage because your vehicle is too weedy to even ram past most wreckage.
So you need to find a way to get closer to the dome as you cross the river and hit the riverbank, driving up some stone steps to reach the stone paths, "Hrmm, now which way to go?"
You spot what looks like a large crater gouged out by a Kroozer's gun, or maybe a Weird Boy exploding, that opens into a huge tunnel running underneath the city. Seeing no other accessible paths for you and your Boat-Buggy, you drive the vehicle down the collapsed stone to hit the water flooding the tunnel, before rumbling into the darkness.
Mysterious City, Sewer Tunnel
"Huh, plenty of Grots down 'ere." You mutter as your Boat-Buggy runs down another Grot under the heavy wheels while the spinning propeller clips another and cleaves it into two rough pieces as you rumble down the tunnels and check your bearings based on what parts of the surface you could see.
"Hmph, still on track." You pat your Boat-Buggy affectionately as the vehicle rumbles across the brackish, filthy water in the tunnels while you turn down a tunnel and continue rumbling your way towards that flash dome building until you start to notice that the tunnels were starting to get all fancy and flash-looking, with bits of shiny stuff underneath all the grime, "Feh, just loike a panzee to make da dropz look all fancy."
You continue traveling down the tunnel, feeling confident that you've found the dome building as you spot what looks like some kind of dock that's partially collapsed into the water, giving you an easy access as you ramp up onto the stone floor and take a look at the door.
"Hrmm, solid. Not bad fer Panzees." You turn off your Boat-Buggy and grab your Dakka Shoota, marching over to the heavy wooden door before laying flat on the ground with a good, hard kick before you stomp into the basement area of the flash dome building.
Immediately as you enter, you find yourself at a crossroads; two of the paths go up while one goes down. You don't hear or see anything suspicious right now.
[]Go up the right path.
[]Go up the left path.
[]Go down the central path.
(Yes, you can do a write-in at any time. You're an ork after all.)
Gunning the engine and roaring off across the water, you look out at the giant dome in the distance and consider how you're going to reach the place. If the Boyz were up to snuff, then they'd have wrecked enough buildings and defenders that you won't be able to navigate past the wreckage because your vehicle is too weedy to even ram past most wreckage.
So you need to find a way to get closer to the dome as you cross the river and hit the riverbank, driving up some stone steps to reach the stone paths, "Hrmm, now which way to go?"
You spot what looks like a large crater gouged out by a Kroozer's gun, or maybe a Weird Boy exploding, that opens into a huge tunnel running underneath the city. Seeing no other accessible paths for you and your Boat-Buggy, you drive the vehicle down the collapsed stone to hit the water flooding the tunnel, before rumbling into the darkness.
Mysterious City, Sewer Tunnel
"Huh, plenty of Grots down 'ere." You mutter as your Boat-Buggy runs down another Grot under the heavy wheels while the spinning propeller clips another and cleaves it into two rough pieces as you rumble down the tunnels and check your bearings based on what parts of the surface you could see.
"Hmph, still on track." You pat your Boat-Buggy affectionately as the vehicle rumbles across the brackish, filthy water in the tunnels while you turn down a tunnel and continue rumbling your way towards that flash dome building until you start to notice that the tunnels were starting to get all fancy and flash-looking, with bits of shiny stuff underneath all the grime, "Feh, just loike a panzee to make da dropz look all fancy."
You continue traveling down the tunnel, feeling confident that you've found the dome building as you spot what looks like some kind of dock that's partially collapsed into the water, giving you an easy access as you ramp up onto the stone floor and take a look at the door.
"Hrmm, solid. Not bad fer Panzees." You turn off your Boat-Buggy and grab your Dakka Shoota, marching over to the heavy wooden door before laying flat on the ground with a good, hard kick before you stomp into the basement area of the flash dome building.
Immediately as you enter, you find yourself at a crossroads; two of the paths go up while one goes down. You don't hear or see anything suspicious right now.
[]Go up the right path.
[]Go up the left path.
[]Go down the central path.
(Yes, you can do a write-in at any time. You're an ork after all.)
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