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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/23/2018 6:20:45 AM
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[quote][url=http://www.bungie.net] Attack of the Emu[/url][/quote]
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Drums.[/b]
That's all that could be heard throughout Dojoville, loud drums that slowly drew closer. They were deafening with their volume and in the distance a large cloud of dust was moving across the ground and toward the town. In an instant the cloud had gotten within hundreds of feet and...they were now visible...the most terrifying creatures...emus.
"RUN!"
People shouted and screamed, quickly running to shelter as the large birds filled the streets and trampled anything in their way. Some of the townsfolk attempted to fire at the emus, only to be overrun and pecked to death within seconds as the seemingly endless horde filled the entire area.
[spoiler]Open. This is a legit new faction.[/spoiler]
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“I must say Vicky. That was rather...[i]Emu[/i]sing.” Cain would say. No emotion or reaction in his voice afterwards.
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"....I hate you." The robotic female voice replied after a short pause. "Puns are almost worse than my edge."
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 1/24/2018 4:59:33 AM“This is true. Because you aren’t even a blade.” Cain would tell Vicky. “Anyways. It seems the threat has been repelled. I should probably go back home and help Lilly pack.” [spoiler]end[/spoiler] [spoiler]end?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]End.[/spoiler]
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What the shit
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The emus are ferocious beasts!
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There was also some dude with a flamthrower, torching emus and leaving a trail of emu steak in his wake. Emu Steak, its like Moa, but Emu. ~cheesy ad music~
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 1/23/2018 12:39:29 PMBut something much more louder overcame the drums. Artillery fire went off extremely nearby. Then, the glorious Ork himself had appeared. A giant of muscle, smoking a cigar in his toothy mouth. It would've been hilarious if not for the fact that he was riding a beast of a motorcycle. The tires had spikes acting as a grip, leaving poсk marks in the earth. The engine was extremely loud, overcoming even the emu's war cries. It rumbled the earth as it approached at a high speed. Exhaust pipes were large and ended at an angle, billowing noxious fumes from the concoction used to even run the bike. A snotling was chained up on a pole, screaming it's lungs out as the pole swayed from side to side. The Ork himself was none other than Brutagar Facestompah. Notorious for being a literal pirate. He definitely fit the part, as he wore a great pirate hat and an overcoat that struggled not to rip itself apart against the slabs of muscle on him. What topped the right and proper Orky cake was the rather large guns situated at the front, which with a press of a button went off. The devastating recoil meant Brutagar could barely control the bike, but that made it all the more fun to him. He mowed down hordes of the Emu's, running any ones he missed over as he made his way through, not bothered one bit by it.
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He'd be bothered when an emu tackled him off the bike and he was quickly swarmed, pecked at by the large birds with enough force to fracture bone and tear flesh.
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The Ork had crushed two Emu's on the landing with his weight, laughing as he spit out his cigar. The pecks would have torn up a humie to shreds, but this was no pathetic humie. DIS WAZ BRUTAGAR FACESTOMPAH. DA BESTEST ORK AROUND. HE RECIEVED WORSE BITES FROM A FACEATER SQUIG THAN FROM THESE WEAKLINGS. Immediately he started to punch and kick them in the throats and bodies, crushing windpipes and breaking ribs with ease. The pecks admittedly did not do much to the Ork's armor that was sewn into the jacket, and any that tried getting near his face immediately got their skulls crunched in his maw. He got up, batting away another emu. Reaching inside his coat he pulled out a large stick with a club like head and a circle at the bottom. He pulled the circle off and tossed it into the swarm, it releasing shrapnel everywhere, tearing through more.
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He'd see an emu riding away on his bike somehow, it made no sense, but it was happening as the rest of the emus harrassed man.
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The motorcycle literally fell apart as the Emu attempted to ride it as being held by spit, tape, gun and [i]hope[/i] wasn't going to last long anyways with a non-Ork. The snotling fell onto another one, dying instantly. "ME BIKE!" He shouted in a соckney British accent as he pummeled his way through the crowd towards his ruined bike.
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The emu took parts with them, sprinting away faster than any humanoid could hope to move as they stole what they could in hopes of reverse engineering it. Several dozen got in his way to simply slow him down just to make sure.
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[i]Well.. one would attempt to ensure that such parts did not reach the emus.[/i] [i]Victoria's black and red set of ceramite armoring promptly crashed down in front of the emus who were attempting to escape, her superhero landing releasing a circular wave of treacherous green flame that melted away at the birds around her. She had her power gladius drawn, with no firearms bolted at her side however, as she would become a whirlwind of fire and disruption.[/i] "[i]Mors inimicus![/i]"
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The birds had spread out, making sure at least some of the parts would be returned. The remaining birds tackled and pecked the woman in the joints and head.
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[i]Victoria would not try to stop the birds with slow melee, or at least slow at the time. She needed to find a leader to end. From her left hand, she raised it high, punching some of the emus in the head as they came for her head, as green fire extended outwards into an eight-foot long "sword" - it looked like a weightless hunk of flame, as she would then swing horizontally into the horde of foes.[/i]
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Amidst the vehicular manslaughter of the advancing horde of killer birds, another distinct warcry filled the air. This guttural roar was like a peal of thunder, booming and belligerent. A Space Marine leaped high off of a straw and wood roof, a roaring Chainaxe clasped within his scarlet fingers. He swung downwards, as his imposing weapon tore through two necks completely in one fell swoop. Blood sprayed and flowed like a crimson fountain, lacquering his maroon and bronze armor. A sound similar to that of the demented scream of his Chainaxe produced itself in the Berzerker’s left hand. The Chaos Space Marine began to pulp and rend groups of Emus with a Chainfist. He snapped necks like pencils and bisected torsos like paper. Steam bellowed out of the Vox-Grill of his snarling helm. He said the ever-familiar mantra of Khorne. “[b]BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!![/b]” He continued to slaughter with reckless abandon. Soon, he would utilize the Bolt Pistol at his hip, and perhaps the large sword scabbarded on his back.
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He'd find the birds swarming him, making it as hard to move as possible while they pecked at every little crevice they could find to weaken the armor until they gradually began to pull it off.
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He swung his Chainfist and Chainaxe in a wide arc in front of him, the screaming weapons spreading to his sides. More Emus became butchered, vestigial limbs and bloody stumps falling to the ground with sickening thumps. The Berzerker didn’t bother to ask why birds were assailing the Dojo, mainly because he did not care. They had blood; that was enough. He soon switched his axe out for a Bolt Pistol. He began to fire rapidly into the advancing horde, mass reactive bolts burrowing into flesh and eviscerated Emus from the inside.
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Emus grabbed onto the gun with their mouth and pecked at his wrist, twisting and pulling the weapon in an attempt to steal it.
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He pulled the trigger, sending off a shot and causing the muzzle to conflagrate, the black metal burning white hot. The resulting shock blew off a few grasping heads, while it caused a few others to reel back. The Berzerker instantly began swinging his massive fist once more, the lethal corona of energy surrounding it causing flesh to contort and writhe into raindrops of blood. He would soon reload his pistol and return it to his side, drawing his Chainaxe.
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Upon resting the pistol on his side, an emu bit the weapon and began to run off with it at an insane speed. The seemingly endless horde made it impossible to spot where the hell it went after it took off with the gun. The rest of the emus continued to charge him, ramming themselves into him to try and knock him over with their sheer weight and force.
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With a mighty roar of pure [b][i][u]RAEG[/u][/i][/b] the Berzerker began to tear apart the horde with chained blades and biting teeth. He held his ground, the servos in his legs and boots locking him in place.
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After having secured the pistol, they all began to sprint away. In the distance, someone could be heard calling out in a low voice. "Retreat, brothers! We have acquired their technology! We shall upgrade immediately!"
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[i]It wasn't the factor that they were emus that pissеd the Trayvens off. It was the fact that they were birds in general. Trayvens hated birds - ask the Rivelrians, with their eagle sigil and their utter wasteland of a nation.[/i] [i]As the emus drew near, they found the paths not only blocked off by the occasional vigilante and edgelord, but also squadrons of compacted soldiers - phalanxes to be exact, with spears backing their shields and some specialists with shortswords in the attempt to drive off the birds who came close.[/i]
