The popular song by none other than Metallica was heard for miles, the epic metal song accompanied by the sound of shaking metal and heavy-duty tires crunching gravel to dust. The large Van-Truck Hybrid, painted a blood red with a ramshackle exterior that looked like it could break apart at any moment, surprisingly held fine. With four large tires in the back and two in the front, it sped through Dojoville like a bat outta Hell. The man, or rather, thing that was driving it, was whooping and hollering like a madman. The driver was a large, hulking mass of green muscle, with a large jaw and head, with two canines jutting out from his bottom jaw. It wore a set of armored overalls, with welding goggles over its eyes. A cigar laid in its mouth, the smoke leaving a trail out the window of the vehicle. A creature that could only be described as a stereotypical Goblin crawled out from the back of the vehicle. It tapped the drivers shoulder. "Ey, boss? W'ere's we goin'?" The driver looked back, seemingly annoyed. He grumbled something and took an Imperial Commissar's hat out of a glove compartment. The hat had seen better days obviously. He shoved it on the creatures head, and threw the green thing to the passenger seat. He gave it a map, yellowed with age. It obviously had difficulty looking at it, as the wind was blowing it everywhere. "Yu tell me, ya grot!" The little man groaned as he tried to look at it. "Well, boss, we'ze shud be roight on top uf I-LOOK OUT BOSS!" "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The vehicle came to a screeching halt, leaving skid marks in its wake. It had just arrived in the Dojo. The music crackled and ceased. "Welp, we'se 'ere." The driver opened the door and exited the vehicle, revealing his [url=https://cdnb1.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/335/969/large/ted-beargeon-ork-caster-psyker-anatomy-sk.jpg?1417705078?dl=1]physical appearance[/url] as well as his clothing. The green beast wore a set of brown leather overalls, with steel-toed boots, armored knee pads, and two metal pauldrons strapped securely with chains across its chest. The pauldrons are lined in red, with the inside black and white checkers. It also sported a pair of welding goggles, which it slid off to reveal bloodred irises. It's clothes were stained with blood, oil, and grease. It no longer contained a cigar. The beast looked back at its vehicle, and banged on its side twice. "SET UP SHOP, BOYZ!" Immediately, groans, laughter and racket was heard from inside the vehicle, as the back began to open and become a stand of sorts. There were more Goblins, each scurrying around, doing different jobs. The driver groaned and looked at his servants. "OI! GET ME MAH CHAIR!" "Sure fing, boss!" A foldable beach chair was handed to the driver by a rather jumpy servant. He grinned, as he laid down on his chair. He took off a canteen from his belt and began to messily chug a black liquid. He looked back again, angry. "AN W'EREZ THRASH?!" "S-sorry boss! He'z commin'!" A purple [url=http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/warhammer40k/images/f/ff/Attack_Squig.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130612211122]animal[/url] slightly larger than a house cat ran out from the back of the truck and jumped on top of the driver. It began to lick its master wildly. "Oi, oi! Get offa me!" The animal eventually stopped as its master gave it a human skull to gnaw on. And so, it waited. [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]