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5/18/2016 7:15:15 PM
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Blinking lights, buzzing sounds, nausea, this was not a good day for Godkillah. The Warlord, Greenskinned Primarch, as some called him, found himself in a strange environment, unaware of his surroundings, but more importantly, away from his tribes, his Waaagh!, and [i]even more[/i] importantly, Away from his massive piles of loot. This did not please him. Far from it.
The massive Ork stood up from the cold, strange floor, checking in rapid distress for his Dakka, his most prideful loot. In a massive wave of relief, he realized they were all present, kept where they were safest: directly on his person. His massive arsenal followed him everywhere.
[i][b]"Wot the bloody hell is dis place... And who's the stupid git who got me in 'ere?!"[/b][/i]
Godkillah looked around in anger, realizing he was alone.
[i][b]"Iss probably dat bloody mekkboy squig... Oi'll have his 'ed on a pole fo' dat!"[/b][/i]
The Ork clashed his massive metallic claw into the wall in anger, making the wall bend and buckle from the massive force.
Awkwardness wasn't an issue for him. When he realized the doors and passages were too small for him, he began making some home improvements that matched his stature. Doorframes became awkward holes in the rough shape of a massive ork, leaving a trail of where he went. By the looks of it, the warlord was wandering aimelessly through the ship, still trying to get his bearings of where the hell he was, or how the hell he even got 'ere. Certainly, without his hundreds of Ork tribes accompanying him, the lord of Waaagh! didn't seem in a position of power. But only fools would think of such a thing. GodKillah, Waaghlord of the Star Crushaz, was a Waaagh! in himself.
[spoiler]open.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]lol, I'll be waiting.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Good! Revenge! Once I level up and get some new goodies.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]lol. Come and get it if you want. But fair warning, I suggest looking up the weapons he uses. You'll realize how powerful they really are.[/spoiler]
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*Buffy, having been wandering the corridors outside her room, noted the sudden appearance of the 'improvements'. Noting the size of the holes, she ran back to her room to grab her hammer and set off to find the source of the redecoration.*
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As she saw a trail of larger doorframes, she could hear distant gunfire. A lot of it, and very powerful.
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"I doubt it's HG TV....." *She begins running down the hall, towards the gunfire*
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[spoiler]here, just so you have some idea of what this guy's arsenal is like. He's around 18 feet tall. http://i.imgur.com/q7QA3Ai.jpg It's a lot of dakka[/spoiler] [i][b]"Who's da bloody git who designed dis place?! How tiny are dey?!"[/b][/i] A deep, groveling voice comes from towards the gunfire, with an unbearably thick cockney accent.
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"Tiny? Why I aughta...." *Buffy dashes into the room with her hammer twirling, sliding to a stop and taking in the scene.
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[i][b]"Wuh? Ey, who said dat?"[/b][/i] He looks around, searching for who the voice belonged to.
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*A young human female had just slid into the room, a mere few inches over 5 feet compared to his 18 feet. She halts as soon as he turns, her eyes going over his armament before going to his face* "I heard someone redecorating. Would you have happened to have passed them?" *The human's attempt at levity was offset by the small hammer she was twirling in her right hand*
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[i][b]"Ye, I have! Iss me!"[/b][/i] He laughs, his metallic lower Jaw clanking. [i][b]"Woss a tiny humie doin 'ere?"[/b][/i]
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"Was in the area and was wondering who you happen to be." *She grins, still swinging her hammer*
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[i][b]"I dunno how I got 'ere, but some git stole me loot!"[/b][/i]
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[i]A Scottish Troll. Go figure.[/i] "I have no idea about your loot, but I'm pretty sure it's back where you are from. Welcome to the [i]Bloodwrath[/i], a living ship that is keeping hundreds of people trapped aboard it."
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[i][b]"Bloodwot?! Aaaaww!! Someone's gunna pay for dat!"[/b][/i]
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"Well, there so happens to be such a person. He calls himself the Summoner, terrible name right? Parents must've hated him. Anyways, he seems to be the man in charge. I believe that such complaints should be taken to him."
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[b][u]"Summonah?! I remember dat bloody squig!"[/u][/b]
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"I see we have something in common." *She grins* "We don't like him at all."
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[i][b]"I'l crush dat git! And dat's not only for bein' a humie!"[/b][/i]
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"I think that all of us would be very grateful if you did that. So, instead of redecorating, how about you do some exterminating with me? I'm bored." *The woman smiles, holding up her hammer*
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[i][b]"Wif you? Da little humie?"[/b][/i] He laughs, his entire body clanking due to the overwhelming mass of weapons.
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*Her eyes narrow and she looks up at him, frowning* "And you suppose that changes anything?"
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[i][b]"Dat changes everythin'! Humies get squished a lot! Too squishy for [u]WAAAGH!!!"[/u][/b][/i]
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"Too squishy?" *Buffy walks over and picks up the huge Orc by the front, holding him there with no obvious exertion for a few seconds before releasing him* "Call me squishy again and I'll rip some of those toys off you and beat you with them."
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He was too tall for her to grab, literally, so she had to grab his leg. Even then, he was so heavy and strong that she helplessly held on to his metal limb, not exactly doing anything. While she strained helplessly to bring down his weight, he kicked her off, smashing her into a bulkhead, making the metal buckle and bend under the immense force used. [i][b]"Alright, little humie, dis ain't fun anymore. Git lost before I turn you into goo bitd."[/b][/i]
