Since we're the Blue Flash Clan, All we needs is some Red stuff and we have the Purple we need for Commandos
 
Catching up with the quest has been a joy.

Worst of all, though, were the black-feathered toothed birds who perched on the trees and directed insulting comments at the orks and their ability to build nests. They had learned orkish remarkably quickly, and used it mostly to swear at the boys. It wasn't entirely clear whether they were intelligent in their own right or just copying what they heard, but in fairness, the same could be said for the orks. Sometimes they carried off gretchin to their nests and tore them limb from limb which did provide some levity. Other times they picked up rocks and dropped them on orks.

Inspiring to see that despite a relative lack of technical sophistication, our fledgling Orkish society have already developed their own Twitter.

The discovery of nuclear fission was followed shortly afterwards by the discovery of fire. And the discovery soon after that fire was not edible, but made other things tastier.

Further testing possibly needed on whether nuclear fission is edible. :thonk:
 
Y'know, I wish there's an option of making pointy tips using the nuke rocks Modek found. Spears tipped with nuclear green rocks, what could possibly more orky than that :V
 
I feel sorry for the mutant crows.

That's why I didn't vote for them; I didn't want us to krump them.

That said I think most players are hoping for some sort of domestication (probably the wrong word - alliance?) so we can get cool mutant crow animal companions.

If Boar Boyz are in the cards then maybe talking crow sidekicks are as well?
 
[x] Zorbag da Trappa. He's brutally cunning, good with the gizmos, and his boys are good at settin' traps, fiddling with stuff they find, and hitting things over the head when they're looking the other way. ['Big Ork' position created]
 
And suddenly we have orky ornithopters when an enterprising mekboy and painboy wire a murder crow into a flying contraption.

Much laughing was had when it divebombed its creators, much more literally than before.
 
I'm now imagining our tribe of orks becoming oddly hygienic, as only the biggest boss has the right to be a walking garbage pile.
 
Or perhaps just obsessed with trapping increasingly dangerous swamp critters. It would make sense if the reason the Trappa got elected is because he managed to catch a swamp boar in a trap and defeat it one-on-one that way when the Snatcha lost a headbutting contest to his boar, or something like that.
 
[X] Zorbag da Trappa. He's brutally cunning, good with the gizmos, and his boys are good at settin' traps, fiddling with stuff they find, and hitting things over the head when they're looking the other way. ['Big Ork' position created]
 
Or perhaps just obsessed with trapping increasingly dangerous swamp critters. It would make sense if the reason the Trappa got elected is because he managed to catch a swamp boar in a trap and defeat it one-on-one that way when the Snatcha lost a headbutting contest to his boar, or something like that.

Cockney Orks are out. Bogan Orks are in.

CROIKEY, DIS HERE'S A BEAUTIFUL SPECIMEN...OI'M GONNA GO OVER THERE AN' HEADBUTT IT

[X] Zorbag da Trappa. He's brutally cunning, good with the gizmos, and his boys are good at settin' traps, fiddling with stuff they find, and hitting things over the head when they're looking the other way. ['Big Ork' position created]

Vote closed, a while ago actually. Zorbag won, right?
 
[X] Zorbag da Trappa. He's brutally cunning, good with the gizmos, and his boys are good at settin' traps, fiddling with stuff they find, and hitting things over the head when they're looking the other way. ['Big Ork' position created]
 
[X] Zorbag da Trappa. He's brutally cunning, good with the gizmos, and his boys are good at settin' traps, fiddling with stuff they find, and hitting things over the head when they're looking the other way. ['Big Ork' position created]
 
Da Big Ork
Tempers had flared in the camp as the followers of Zorbag and Nasha got in each other's faces, swore a lot, and generally postured. The instrumental moment in the formation of a hierarchical proto-state, however, occurred when Zorbag dug a big pit near where Nasha usually relieved himself in the morning, filled it with snakes that he'd caught, and then covered it in leaves. When Nasha shuffled out one morning with a full bladder, he promptly fell down the pit and was so badly bitten that by the time one of his boyz helped pull him out, his arms were so swollen and inflamed that they looked like balloons.

This made him the target of much mockery and ribald laughter, and the wavering boyz decided that they just couldn't take someone seriously when he couldn't even pick up a spear.

To general acclaim, reinforced by the fear of others who were worried there might be more snake pits waiting for them when they went to piss in the morning, Zorbag was proclaimed to be the biggest and 'ardest ork in the Blue Flash Tribe. And - it is said - he grew three inches that day.

With a crude hierarchy in place, the Blue Flash Tribe survived the winter with only minimal cannibalism. And they didn't even need to eat each other; they just did it for fun. With both fire and a regular supply of both trapped animals and grots, the radical innovations of this crude tribe of orks meant that life was vastly better than it had been back when they set out for the swamp. Better yet, as the snow started to melt, under the layers of whiteness they found the first new one of the boyz, pulled hollering from the hollow under a rotten tree stump he'd grown in.

He was promptly taken before Zorbag, sitting upon his throne of— well, it was mostly rocks, but in fairness he'd covered it with some wild boar skins so it was at least slightly more comfortable. He had his sacred smasha stick resting against the throne, a wooden club with a lump from the sacred pit on the end. A snaggle-toothed black bird perched on the back, its beady eyes locked on the newcomer; from wooden cages snakes hissed. As he took the new ork in, Zorbag casually reached into one of the cakes and pulled out a snake, biting its head off thoughtfully while tossing the body to his crow.

"Oi, fanks boss, you're da best," said the crow, swallowing the body whole. The crows had taken well to orkish as a language. "Wotcha thinking, mate?"

"I fink," Zorbag said, brow creasing with the weight of leadership and more importantly the burden of cognition, "if da snow is meltin', dat means…"

"What does it mean?" the crow asked, after Zorbag trailed away.

"It mean the snow ain't gonna be here anymore."

"... yeah?"

"Nah, ya burd. Get it? Dere's gonna be more boyz bein' found if the snow is meltin'."

"Yeah?"

"Wot if them boyz don't fink I'm da boss? Dat git Nasha might try something."

"Wotcha gonna do, boss?"

Article:
The Trials of Leadership

What does Zorbag do to try to reinforce his grip on power?
[ ] Big festival in honour of the Blue and the secret of fire. More food an' the blessing of the Blue will show everyone Zorbag's the best.
[ ] Find the biggest snake in the forest and kill it. You gotta respect Zorbag if he goes an' traps an' kills one of dem snakes that's as tall as a tree.
[ ] Go pick a fight with some of the boyz that didn't follow them to the swamp. Orks iz always up for a brawl so they won't question him if they're fightin' others.
 
[X] Big festival in honour of the Blue and the secret of fire. More food an' the blessing of the Blue will show everyone Zorbag's the best.
 
E're we go!

[X] Big festival in honour of the Blue and the secret of fire. More food an' the blessing of the Blue will show everyone Zorbag's the best.
 
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