We Just Write
Blatantly Plural
- Location
- New England
- Pronouns
- Plural
Is it really necessary? There's obviously a heavy majority, even without actually tallying the votes.
Ork Kwest: In Search Of WAAAAAAGH!
- Location
- England
Weird Boy workshop wins at 9 votes.
Oi! Who are these Grotz?
Gideon020
Really in the mood for ribs.
[X]...the place looks like a Weird Boy workshop.
You've been inside Weirdboy workshops before; sometimes a Boss wants something special to deal with Chaos gits like their weirdo 'daemon' things which are all sorts of annoying because when you tag 'em good they just vanish and you don't even get any good loot off them, except for that git Bluddflagg, the zogger always manages to get his greedy mitts on something, and the less said about that squig-fer-brains Nailbrainz the better in your esteemed opinion as you take in the sights.
The place is decidedly un-orky but you know these places are usually good for finding Weird Stuff, useful for dealing with any Warpy Gitz and other nasty gubbins like that. You stomp over to a workbench and look at the strange glowing chemicals and metals before looking over the stuffed bookshelves at various books, scrolls and other stuff, before shrugging and stuffing the most important-looking ones into your pack.
Acquired: Various Books, Carved Rocks and Scrolls. [20] (Using these depletes the counter in brackets but grants a bonus to a random stat for that post. Declare as a Write In if you want to read a scroll/book/carved rock for temporary insight, then pray that you get the stat boost you want.)
As you finish stuffing your pack, and feeling a little better now that you've done a bit of proper looting, you consider what to do about the various Weird Stuff that is on the workbench and stuffed into every available space.
[]Loot the Weird Stuff, you can figure out what to make later.
[]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[]Torch it, a propa Mek and a propa Ork doesn't need the stuff.
[]Use ALL of the Weird Stuff to bash together a flash bit of gubbins for your Boat-Buggy.
(GM: Pick Two. And yes, some options are mutually exclusive. You figure out which ones.)
As you make your decision, you hear the rattle of a key in a lock and whirl around just in time for the door to...thump as muffled sounds indicated somebody or something just tried to forcefully push the door open. A quick glance at the lack of hinges on the inside of the room told you that the dumb gits didn't know to pull the door open.
"Hurr hurr hurr." Your chuckle rumbles deep in your chest as you lean back against a table that creaks dangerously as you listen to more thumps and muffled sounds before finally some smart-boy on the other end must have noticed the hinges and began pushing the door open before a trio of small shapes tumbled inside.
"Ouch!"
"Gah!"
"Oof! Selene, Maria, get off! Your elbows are in my spine!"
"Sorry Alex."
"Sorry."
As the trio get up, untangling from each other, and dust themselves down, one of them finally notices you watching with amusement, "EEK! It's one of the green things from the fallen star!" Fallen star? Musta been the Rok, but what about the Space Hulk? Hrrm, actually, wasn't the Space Hulk supposed to stay in orbit in case the Bugs and the Warp Gitz got loose from Da Killin' Floorz? Hurr, best way to stay in shape, ever.
Oh right, and the Space Hulk was supposed to stay in orbit because Mad Mek Toofeata wanted to try making Deff Dredz and Killa Kans that could be dropped from above. And those Blood Axe gits were working on some kinda special Bomma that could avoid the Lookie-Loo Gitfindaz that the Humies and other gitz used to shoot up the Fly-Boyz.
Some of the crazy gitz wanted to jump out of the Bomma, like one-way Stormboyz. Blood Axes, buncha loonie gitz the lot of 'em, at least you're a Freeboota, none of that zoggin Klan nonsense to muck things up when you want good Skrap and a good Scrap. Hurr, that rhymed.
"HEY! I'm talking to you!" A loud, annoying, voice turns your attention back to the little Humie Grotz that interrupted your Important Thinking, which is doubly important since it helped figure out things like measurements, caliber sizes, angles of attack, and all those other brain-hurty things most other Orks didn't care about.
Not that you cared much either; half the time you just prayed to Mork or Gork, whichever was more appropriate, and held down the trigger.
Still, ya supposed you better not kill the little Grotz, a Mek needs assistants after all, and shift to look down at them properly.
Bah, only thing worse than Humie Grots was Weird Humie Grots. Still, you need to catch up and nothing says a Freeboota can't loot himself some new Grotz, right?
"Whaddya want?" First, let's see just what these mushroom-suckers wanted.
"Hmph, if you were listening before, I was asking you what you were doing inside Master Lugin's personal workshop!" The brown-haired Grot replied like a Boy who wanted to thump someone, but couldn't so all he could do was sulk, "And where is Master Lugin you big green brute!"
You shrug, "Dunno. Just climbed a zoggin' long ladder, found meself here and started lootin' the place." You look around, "Zoggin piss-poor loot though, not even any Shiny Skrap for me kit." You glare at the Grot, "Dere, I answered ya stupid question, so zog off and lemme get back to lootin' in peace."
"Okay, sure!" The nervous-looking yellow-hair Grot piped up, "Let's go girls!"
"Not without the book!" The brown, loud one yelled while you idly picked up a small, furry, squiggly thing from the cage it was sniffing around gormlessly in, studied it intently...
...and then popped it into your mouth and started chewing noisily while you continued rifling for anything shiny. You had an idea for a nice set of 'eadlamps you could put on your hat so ya didn't need a torch or burning Grot, same difference really, to see by. Plus, you could make 'em shoot beams from the eyes on your hat, which would be good for a laugh.
"You really think one of Master Lugin's spell books is going to help us survive the Xanthite soldiers that survived from being overrun...and eaten, by those hordes of green brutes like him?" Huh, that one with the weird hair sounded right sensible. Panzees should have something propa killy, not some fancy Drops-paper all covered in scribbles. Hmm, speaking of Drops-paper...you shove some of the tome into your pack just in case nature called on your Ork physi...fizzy...your body.
Smart-Boyz plan for the moments when the fightin's done after all.
"Well it's not like we can just find a Flight Gem and escape from here! They were all taken by the Advanced Students and they're all dead, enslaved, or wishing they were with the other two groups!" Stamping her foot, the brown-hair Grot notices you rifling through shelves and then bold as a newly-sodded pup taking something from a bigger Ork, before they got turned into fungus-sod by a good hard thump, kicked you in your shin, "You! Since you're busy looting our headmaster's workshop, you can help us find what we're looking for!"
"You ain't da Boss o' me, ya little Grot." You growl out, spitting a wad of green-tinged spit at her feet, "Shove off."
"I WILL NOT!" She shouts at you. You idly rate it a 5 on the scale, the highest of course being WAAAAAGH, but no Humie ever got higher than 3 so this one might have some potential as she starts on a tantrum, "YOU ARE GOING TO FIND WHAT WE WANT OTHERWISE WE'LL...WE'LL...WE'LL MAKE YOUR LIFE MISERABLE! I KNOW HOW LIGHT THINGS ON FIRE, I CAN JUST BURN YOUR CLOTHES OFF!"
"Den I go loot me some clothes." You snort, "Plenty o' corpses to choose from."
"THEN I'LL TAKE YOUR WEAPONS!"
You drop the Dakka-Shoota at her feet, the weapon making a nice, big set of cracks on the stone floor, "If'n ya can even lift it ya weedy little panzee."
Her face goes a very nice shade of red.
"FIND THE FUCKING BOOK YOU STUPID GREEN IDIOT!"
Right, this was getting annoying. You spin around and backhand the little Grot on the face, hard, a propa Ork Growl coming up from your belly, "Listen ya dumb little lump of squig-shit, I'm bigger dan ya, 'arder den ya, and if'n it took my fancy, you'd be all carved up and ready for me to roast and eat later." You lean in, glaring menacingly into her eyes, "And if ya bother me with more of ya zoggin' shoutin' den I'm liable to get upset and when dat happens, fings die. Slowly."
You decide you might as bribe her to go away and grab...
[]A small, white-coloured book. (Ariel's Tome of Light. VERY Child-safe Edition for ages under 15. Original was very misleading and that's all I'm going to say. The size of an average hardback novel.)
[]Some big, red-looking tome as big as her head. (Morian's Very Big Book of Burning Spells, Political Lectures and other Incendiary Topics. CCXXIX Edition Printing with original Pre-Censoring Theory That All Elves are In-Bred Retards Because They Refused My Leadership. It's the size of a child's head.)
[]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
(GM: Only one can be picked ladies and gents.)
And proceed to thump it down at her feet before picking up your Shoota, "Ere, take this and zog off. Otherwise, I'm eating ya." Too bad you lost your Eatin' Squigs and that nice set of Secret Mushrooms, Spices, Herbs, and Crunchy Squigglies you painstakingly collected.
An Ork's gotta have hobbies to keep the boredom away when there's no-one to fight and you're lost in the bowels of a Space Hulk.
Besides, you're quite proud of the hungry, jealous looks you always got when you were done roasting. You look around the benches and work-tables and find another furry squiggly and without any preamble remove it from the cage and pop it in your mouth. Mmm, tastes like Mushroom Beer-Batter Chips.
"Um, Master Angry Green Thing?" You growl in annoyance at the interruption for your appreciation of fine exotic snacks and glare at the quivering yellow-hair Grot, who managed to rally enough to squeak out, "U-um, maybe you could...help us leave the city too? Please? We can pay you."
The silver-hair pinched the brown-hair in view of you but said nothing as the yellow-hair pulled out some pieces of Shiny Skrap, the little kind that Humies always seem to love carrying around, almost as bad as those Gorkamorka mob with their Janglies.
Still, you're a Mek, and a Mek needs Grotz to do the scut work...
[]Nah, ya can trust actual Grotz to get the job done, not some Humie panzees. Help 'em get out and them dump 'em somewhere.
[]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
[]Zog it, just shoot them all and finish looting. Maybe eat 'em later if there's any bits big enough for a propa feed.
[]Zog it, just ignore then and finish looting. Besides, Humies start to stink something fierce unlike a good Orky smell like you got.
You've been inside Weirdboy workshops before; sometimes a Boss wants something special to deal with Chaos gits like their weirdo 'daemon' things which are all sorts of annoying because when you tag 'em good they just vanish and you don't even get any good loot off them, except for that git Bluddflagg, the zogger always manages to get his greedy mitts on something, and the less said about that squig-fer-brains Nailbrainz the better in your esteemed opinion as you take in the sights.
The place is decidedly un-orky but you know these places are usually good for finding Weird Stuff, useful for dealing with any Warpy Gitz and other nasty gubbins like that. You stomp over to a workbench and look at the strange glowing chemicals and metals before looking over the stuffed bookshelves at various books, scrolls and other stuff, before shrugging and stuffing the most important-looking ones into your pack.
Acquired: Various Books, Carved Rocks and Scrolls. [20] (Using these depletes the counter in brackets but grants a bonus to a random stat for that post. Declare as a Write In if you want to read a scroll/book/carved rock for temporary insight, then pray that you get the stat boost you want.)
As you finish stuffing your pack, and feeling a little better now that you've done a bit of proper looting, you consider what to do about the various Weird Stuff that is on the workbench and stuffed into every available space.
[]Loot the Weird Stuff, you can figure out what to make later.
[]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[]Torch it, a propa Mek and a propa Ork doesn't need the stuff.
[]Use ALL of the Weird Stuff to bash together a flash bit of gubbins for your Boat-Buggy.
(GM: Pick Two. And yes, some options are mutually exclusive. You figure out which ones.)
As you make your decision, you hear the rattle of a key in a lock and whirl around just in time for the door to...thump as muffled sounds indicated somebody or something just tried to forcefully push the door open. A quick glance at the lack of hinges on the inside of the room told you that the dumb gits didn't know to pull the door open.
"Hurr hurr hurr." Your chuckle rumbles deep in your chest as you lean back against a table that creaks dangerously as you listen to more thumps and muffled sounds before finally some smart-boy on the other end must have noticed the hinges and began pushing the door open before a trio of small shapes tumbled inside.
"Ouch!"
"Gah!"
"Oof! Selene, Maria, get off! Your elbows are in my spine!"
"Sorry Alex."
"Sorry."
As the trio get up, untangling from each other, and dust themselves down, one of them finally notices you watching with amusement, "EEK! It's one of the green things from the fallen star!" Fallen star? Musta been the Rok, but what about the Space Hulk? Hrrm, actually, wasn't the Space Hulk supposed to stay in orbit in case the Bugs and the Warp Gitz got loose from Da Killin' Floorz? Hurr, best way to stay in shape, ever.
Oh right, and the Space Hulk was supposed to stay in orbit because Mad Mek Toofeata wanted to try making Deff Dredz and Killa Kans that could be dropped from above. And those Blood Axe gits were working on some kinda special Bomma that could avoid the Lookie-Loo Gitfindaz that the Humies and other gitz used to shoot up the Fly-Boyz.
Some of the crazy gitz wanted to jump out of the Bomma, like one-way Stormboyz. Blood Axes, buncha loonie gitz the lot of 'em, at least you're a Freeboota, none of that zoggin Klan nonsense to muck things up when you want good Skrap and a good Scrap. Hurr, that rhymed.
"HEY! I'm talking to you!" A loud, annoying, voice turns your attention back to the little Humie Grotz that interrupted your Important Thinking, which is doubly important since it helped figure out things like measurements, caliber sizes, angles of attack, and all those other brain-hurty things most other Orks didn't care about.
Not that you cared much either; half the time you just prayed to Mork or Gork, whichever was more appropriate, and held down the trigger.
Still, ya supposed you better not kill the little Grotz, a Mek needs assistants after all, and shift to look down at them properly.
Bah, only thing worse than Humie Grots was Weird Humie Grots. Still, you need to catch up and nothing says a Freeboota can't loot himself some new Grotz, right?
"Whaddya want?" First, let's see just what these mushroom-suckers wanted.
"Hmph, if you were listening before, I was asking you what you were doing inside Master Lugin's personal workshop!" The brown-haired Grot replied like a Boy who wanted to thump someone, but couldn't so all he could do was sulk, "And where is Master Lugin you big green brute!"
You shrug, "Dunno. Just climbed a zoggin' long ladder, found meself here and started lootin' the place." You look around, "Zoggin piss-poor loot though, not even any Shiny Skrap for me kit." You glare at the Grot, "Dere, I answered ya stupid question, so zog off and lemme get back to lootin' in peace."
"Okay, sure!" The nervous-looking yellow-hair Grot piped up, "Let's go girls!"
"Not without the book!" The brown, loud one yelled while you idly picked up a small, furry, squiggly thing from the cage it was sniffing around gormlessly in, studied it intently...
...and then popped it into your mouth and started chewing noisily while you continued rifling for anything shiny. You had an idea for a nice set of 'eadlamps you could put on your hat so ya didn't need a torch or burning Grot, same difference really, to see by. Plus, you could make 'em shoot beams from the eyes on your hat, which would be good for a laugh.
"You really think one of Master Lugin's spell books is going to help us survive the Xanthite soldiers that survived from being overrun...and eaten, by those hordes of green brutes like him?" Huh, that one with the weird hair sounded right sensible. Panzees should have something propa killy, not some fancy Drops-paper all covered in scribbles. Hmm, speaking of Drops-paper...you shove some of the tome into your pack just in case nature called on your Ork physi...fizzy...your body.
Smart-Boyz plan for the moments when the fightin's done after all.
"Well it's not like we can just find a Flight Gem and escape from here! They were all taken by the Advanced Students and they're all dead, enslaved, or wishing they were with the other two groups!" Stamping her foot, the brown-hair Grot notices you rifling through shelves and then bold as a newly-sodded pup taking something from a bigger Ork, before they got turned into fungus-sod by a good hard thump, kicked you in your shin, "You! Since you're busy looting our headmaster's workshop, you can help us find what we're looking for!"
"You ain't da Boss o' me, ya little Grot." You growl out, spitting a wad of green-tinged spit at her feet, "Shove off."
"I WILL NOT!" She shouts at you. You idly rate it a 5 on the scale, the highest of course being WAAAAAGH, but no Humie ever got higher than 3 so this one might have some potential as she starts on a tantrum, "YOU ARE GOING TO FIND WHAT WE WANT OTHERWISE WE'LL...WE'LL...WE'LL MAKE YOUR LIFE MISERABLE! I KNOW HOW LIGHT THINGS ON FIRE, I CAN JUST BURN YOUR CLOTHES OFF!"
"Den I go loot me some clothes." You snort, "Plenty o' corpses to choose from."
"THEN I'LL TAKE YOUR WEAPONS!"
You drop the Dakka-Shoota at her feet, the weapon making a nice, big set of cracks on the stone floor, "If'n ya can even lift it ya weedy little panzee."
Her face goes a very nice shade of red.
"FIND THE FUCKING BOOK YOU STUPID GREEN IDIOT!"
Right, this was getting annoying. You spin around and backhand the little Grot on the face, hard, a propa Ork Growl coming up from your belly, "Listen ya dumb little lump of squig-shit, I'm bigger dan ya, 'arder den ya, and if'n it took my fancy, you'd be all carved up and ready for me to roast and eat later." You lean in, glaring menacingly into her eyes, "And if ya bother me with more of ya zoggin' shoutin' den I'm liable to get upset and when dat happens, fings die. Slowly."
You decide you might as bribe her to go away and grab...
[]A small, white-coloured book. (Ariel's Tome of Light. VERY Child-safe Edition for ages under 15. Original was very misleading and that's all I'm going to say. The size of an average hardback novel.)
[]Some big, red-looking tome as big as her head. (Morian's Very Big Book of Burning Spells, Political Lectures and other Incendiary Topics. CCXXIX Edition Printing with original Pre-Censoring Theory That All Elves are In-Bred Retards Because They Refused My Leadership. It's the size of a child's head.)
[]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
(GM: Only one can be picked ladies and gents.)
And proceed to thump it down at her feet before picking up your Shoota, "Ere, take this and zog off. Otherwise, I'm eating ya." Too bad you lost your Eatin' Squigs and that nice set of Secret Mushrooms, Spices, Herbs, and Crunchy Squigglies you painstakingly collected.
An Ork's gotta have hobbies to keep the boredom away when there's no-one to fight and you're lost in the bowels of a Space Hulk.
Besides, you're quite proud of the hungry, jealous looks you always got when you were done roasting. You look around the benches and work-tables and find another furry squiggly and without any preamble remove it from the cage and pop it in your mouth. Mmm, tastes like Mushroom Beer-Batter Chips.
"Um, Master Angry Green Thing?" You growl in annoyance at the interruption for your appreciation of fine exotic snacks and glare at the quivering yellow-hair Grot, who managed to rally enough to squeak out, "U-um, maybe you could...help us leave the city too? Please? We can pay you."
The silver-hair pinched the brown-hair in view of you but said nothing as the yellow-hair pulled out some pieces of Shiny Skrap, the little kind that Humies always seem to love carrying around, almost as bad as those Gorkamorka mob with their Janglies.
Still, you're a Mek, and a Mek needs Grotz to do the scut work...
[]Nah, ya can trust actual Grotz to get the job done, not some Humie panzees. Help 'em get out and them dump 'em somewhere.
[]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
[]Zog it, just shoot them all and finish looting. Maybe eat 'em later if there's any bits big enough for a propa feed.
[]Zog it, just ignore then and finish looting. Besides, Humies start to stink something fierce unlike a good Orky smell like you got.
Random Member
Gardener of Human Happiness
- Location
- Behind You
[X]Loot the Weird Stuff, you can figure out what to make later.
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A small, white-coloured book. (Ariel's Tome of Light. VERY Child-safe Edition for ages under 15. Original was very misleading and that's all I'm going to say. The size of an average hardback novel.)
[X]Zog it, just shoot them all and finish looting. Maybe eat 'em later if there's any bits big enough for a propa feed.
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A small, white-coloured book. (Ariel's Tome of Light. VERY Child-safe Edition for ages under 15. Original was very misleading and that's all I'm going to say. The size of an average hardback novel.)
[X]Zog it, just shoot them all and finish looting. Maybe eat 'em later if there's any bits big enough for a propa feed.
[X]Loot the Weird Stuff, you can figure out what to make later.
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
- Location
- NJ
[X]Loot the Weird Stuff, you can figure out what to make later.
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]Some big, red-looking tome as big as her head. (Morian's Very Big Book of Burning Spells, Political Lectures and other Incendiary Topics. CCXXIX Edition Printing with original Pre-Censoring Theory That All Elves are In-Bred Retards Because They Refused My Leadership. It's the size of a child's head.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]Some big, red-looking tome as big as her head. (Morian's Very Big Book of Burning Spells, Political Lectures and other Incendiary Topics. CCXXIX Edition Printing with original Pre-Censoring Theory That All Elves are In-Bred Retards Because They Refused My Leadership. It's the size of a child's head.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
- Location
- Pilipinas
[X]Loot the Weird Stuff, you can figure out what to make later.
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A small, white-coloured book. (Ariel's Tome of Light. VERY Child-safe Edition for ages under 15. Original was very misleading and that's all I'm going to say. The size of an average hardback novel.)
[X]Zog it, just shoot them all and finish looting. Maybe eat 'em later if there's any bits big enough for a propa feed.
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A small, white-coloured book. (Ariel's Tome of Light. VERY Child-safe Edition for ages under 15. Original was very misleading and that's all I'm going to say. The size of an average hardback novel.)
[X]Zog it, just shoot them all and finish looting. Maybe eat 'em later if there's any bits big enough for a propa feed.
[X]Loot the Weird Stuff, you can figure out what to make later.
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]Some big, red-looking tome as big as her head. (Morian's Very Big Book of Burning Spells, Political Lectures and other Incendiary Topics. CCXXIX Edition Printing with original Pre-Censoring Theory That All Elves are In-Bred Retards Because They Refused My Leadership. It's the size of a child's head.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]Some big, red-looking tome as big as her head. (Morian's Very Big Book of Burning Spells, Political Lectures and other Incendiary Topics. CCXXIX Edition Printing with original Pre-Censoring Theory That All Elves are In-Bred Retards Because They Refused My Leadership. It's the size of a child's head.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
- Location
- Israel
[X]Loot the Weird Stuff, you can figure out what to make later.
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]Some big, red-looking tome as big as her head. (Morian's Very Big Book of Burning Spells, Political Lectures and other Incendiary Topics. CCXXIX Edition Printing with original Pre-Censoring Theory That All Elves are In-Bred Retards Because They Refused My Leadership. It's the size of a child's head.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]Some big, red-looking tome as big as her head. (Morian's Very Big Book of Burning Spells, Political Lectures and other Incendiary Topics. CCXXIX Edition Printing with original Pre-Censoring Theory That All Elves are In-Bred Retards Because They Refused My Leadership. It's the size of a child's head.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
lordchaos99
(I have left SV)
[X]Loot the Weird Stuff, you can figure out what to make later.
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
-[X] Dump some green paint on the shrill one first. She can be da Grot-Boss of da uvva lot
Dis 'ere Book is roight 'n Propa
Good for turnin weedy Humiegrotz inta roight n Propa fake-grotz and deu even seem ta be Weirdgrotz too! We can do some Speriments on Weirdplants (weird-implants not Herbology) and dey are too weedy ta struggle much
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
-[X] Dump some green paint on the shrill one first. She can be da Grot-Boss of da uvva lot
Dis 'ere Book is roight 'n Propa
Good for turnin weedy Humiegrotz inta roight n Propa fake-grotz and deu even seem ta be Weirdgrotz too! We can do some Speriments on Weirdplants (weird-implants not Herbology) and dey are too weedy ta struggle much
Random Member
Gardener of Human Happiness
- Location
- Behind You
Recruiting Humies? *shakes head* What kinda Boy haz we become?
[X]Loot the Weird Stuff, you can figure out what to make later.
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
-[X] Dump some green paint on the shrill one first. She can be da Grot-Boss of da uvva lot
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
-[X] Dump some green paint on the shrill one first. She can be da Grot-Boss of da uvva lot
- Location
- Brazil
[X]Loot the Weird Stuff, you can figure out what to make later.
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
Random Member
Gardener of Human Happiness
- Location
- Behind You
Meat, yes. They can become our snackz.
- Location
- England
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with more of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
-[X] Dump some green paint on the shrill one first. She can be da Grot-Boss of da uvva lot
-[X] "Unda normal cirkumstazes you'd be on yer own. But as da WAAAGH 'as zogged off wifout me, ya can tag along."
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with more of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
-[X] Dump some green paint on the shrill one first. She can be da Grot-Boss of da uvva lot
-[X] "Unda normal cirkumstazes you'd be on yer own. But as da WAAAGH 'as zogged off wifout me, ya can tag along."
- Location
- U.S.
[X]Loot the Weird Stuff, you can figure out what to make later.
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
-[X] Dump some green paint on the shrill one first. She can be da Grot-Boss of da uvva lot
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
-[X] Dump some green paint on the shrill one first. She can be da Grot-Boss of da uvva lot
Gideon020
Really in the mood for ribs.
You're a Freeboota ya git, workin' with Humies and other un-orky zoggers is part of the adventure.
Mandemon
Gentlemen, I love brawl.
- Location
- Cookie Jar
We'd be freebootaz ya git. Every mekboy needs a helpin' hand. They can also double up as emerkenzy food!
- Location
- the Netherworld Dood
Soooo? Where the zog are we?
Mandemon
Gentlemen, I love brawl.
- Location
- Cookie Jar
Little Witch Academia, apparently.
Mandemon
Gentlemen, I love brawl.
- Location
- Cookie Jar
Also, votes:
[X]Loot the Weird Stuff, you can figure out what to make later.
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
-[X] Dump some green paint on the shrill one first. She can be da Grot-Boss of da uvva lot
[X]Modify your Dakka-Shoota with some of the Weird Stuff.
[X]A MASSIVE green and properly 'ard-looking brick of a book all covered in metal bitz and even a propa thick lock and chain keeping it shut. (The Bible of Damnation. Original Pre-Diablex Heresy Crusade Printing with intact Prayer-Rituals of Desecration and Ruin including the original Devouring Corruption Of Magic. It's also MUCH larger than a small child and heavy enough to crush one but comes with its own levitation charm for those mages who want to look impressive as they reduced armies to a state comparable to molten plastic.)
[X]Hrmm, why not? Ya can toughen 'em up, make 'em...well not Orks but Orky enough to count. Press-gang 'em into joining the WAAAAAAGH!
-[X] Dump some green paint on the shrill one first. She can be da Grot-Boss of da uvva lot