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"Krump 'em, ya runts, deys only stoopid 'umies wiff shinier bits"
A "stupid 'umie" ripped one of Grabnutz' 'Ard Boyz in two with a really big sword. These 'umies were in very efficient power armour, which the Rich Ladz didn't find at all amusing. The very big sword belonged to some fanatical robed weirdo in black bellowing oathes to some emperor somewhere. He had a black 4 pointed star on his white shoulder guard, and a silver lorel of leaves around his helmet. He proceded to spill the inards of two more of the 'Ard Boyz. This annoyed Grabnutz verily, decent armour was expensive. Noggin was happily blasting away at some random squig turd on the ground, completely oblivious to the marine on his left having appaling luck at trying to nail him with bolter rounds.
Sudenly battle rage took hold of Noggin, and raising a clump of excrement, he jammed it down the barrel of one of his pistols. Within seconds the offending projectile was lodged thouroghly in the marines breathing vents. Leaping from atop Grabnutz' armour, Noggin landed, albeit akwardly, next to his chocking opponant. Several kicks to the groin later, Noggins foot was red and he was mad with pain. He relieved himself by pulling out various wiring from below the marines helmet.
Meanwhile another 'Ard Boy fell the the Emperors champion. Grabnutz decided to deal with the pest personally. Living up to his name, he picked the fanatic (struggling with the corpse of the last boy, stubornly remaning fixed down the sword shaft) up by the midriff, and aplied power to the pneumatics on the Klaw. The Chapion finally stopped his religious rantings as he flew through the air, easyjet style.
So the battle was going along nicely, the boyz were having fun, Noggin was exstatic, once again in his place upon the Warboss.
Until a dreadnaught shot Grabnutz through the chest with an overlarge lascannon.
"BLOODY OW" Grabnutz cried, before promptly colapsing.
He woke later in a daze. A leering figure was above him.
"Oi ladz, he's comin' around"
Grabnutz'first words were "narble bloobler margok..."
Several rough slaps later, the boyz dicovered he meant "not a bloody Mad Dok"
They reasured him that he had not been to "da surjery", as the could not find a Painboy anywhere. His Midriff had been replaced by mechanical inards, an iron lung, and very many staples.
"We found a Big Mek, Mr Boss man, he said he could help so..."
Grabnutz clobbered him roughly with a nearby spanner.
"Hey" he said, looking at the spanner and remembering his companion, "Wheres my Luksy Grot?"
"We dunno Both" lisped the boy, "we couldn't find 'im after da fight"
What happens next?
Find out in Grabnutz and Noggin 3.
Dude it's good to see someone writing stuff from an ork's perspective (when was the last time that happened? 1982?)
And you are doing it well, too. Keep it up (Y)
episode 1 is below in the fluff forum btw, entitled "How Grabnutz met Noggin"
Ta for the feedback.
Go to the search at the bottom of the fluff forum, and enter "Grabnutz Noggin" as the keywords. Then you will get a list of all the stories. (provided the earliest one don't get deleted over time
I love grabnutz & noggin those guys are great good story as well, you should throw a link out in case someone hasnt read the first one, excellent story.
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