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This is just my attempt at writing a fluff. I have a bit more, I just want to touch it up more before I post it. This is just the beginning of my rather long story, and if you guys like it, I may post more.
*edit* Oh god I just read over it and realized how unbearably badly written it is! Don't read it! I AM BEGGING YOU! DONT READ IT!
Warboss Ulker Grazgan paced with great thuds in his black and red battle armour across the desert sand in front of his battle wagon, “Gork’s Gorer”. The massive machine growled as its engine once again heaved to start, then smoke and blue flame sprayed out of the exhaust, then the sound of a small piece of metal ricocheting as the engine puttered out. “Don’t put dat thing thar’ you worthless grot!” barked the Mek, spittle cascading from his scarred maw. The insult was followed by an excruciated howl from gretchin whose neck was broken by the big Mek’s lackey Nob. There was an increased speed in the area around the battle wagon as the gretchin carrying supplies and tools moved much faster after the maiming of their comrade.
Gork’s Gorer was Ulker’s pride and joy, a massive hunk of metal with a great spiked roller in front that was still red with the blood of the countless enemies she had killed. Watching the grots loose their meals from cleaning it was great fun to Ulker and the boyz, especially when they made the same gretchin clean it up afterwords! The battle wagon’s steam grate at the front became red hot when the engine roared as they rode into battle. The great turret at the top of the beast was Ulker’s spot. He loved to ride up there, whooping and cackling with glee as he tore apart entire squads with it, filling the sky with a red haze and the screams of agony as his kustom bullets filled their bodies. The bullets had been soaked in the same liquid the ‘urty srynges that doks use, tripling the amount of pain the victims experience.
His short thoughts were short lived as the dead gretchin’s body was tossed down in front of him. He looked at it and chuckled as he lit a cigar and gave it a strong puff, “ SQUEALER!!!” he roared, the smoke pouring out of his mouth making him look like a demon. A great brown boar barrelled toward Ulker with a great roar, barely smashing into him as it halted a few inches away from him. Ulker laughed again and pointed at the corpse at his feet. The great boar immediately grabbed the gretchin and tore it apart with its sharp teeth, powerful jaws, and great tusks. A very small scream was made as the gretchin turned out not quite to be dead, but simply paralyzed, and it could feel everything happening to it.
Last edited by hamsterlord20; November 15th, 2008 at 12:38.
[/quote] "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! And tea and crumpets for the commisar was it? Wonderful, that will be ready for you in just a moment sirs." - Khorne Berserker [/quote]
Tis pretty decent. a little sadistic with the grot, i don't know orks to have that much fun with it.
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