Planet: Bog Rok
Bog Rok is, for an Ork world, a relatively idyllic and peaceful paradise. It's massive marshes and swamps are a perfect sporing ground for orky fungi, and bizarre flora and fauna swarm over its surface of ankle deep mud. With next to no natural resources, and a rather unpleasant odor, Bog Rok has no tactical importance for any other race, meaning that, unless a Tyranid hive fleet shows up, it is unlikely to be invaded by anyone.

However, Bok Rok is of extreme importance to Ork civilization: it is located on a major warpdrive lane en route to Armageddon, the WAAAGH! that every Ork dreams of joining. As such, it is a hub of Ork Kultur, as greenskins from across the galaxy pass through on their way to Da Big Fight. This provides a huge customer base for Bog Rok's major export: the finest fungus beer in the galaxy, known to discerning Ork konnoisseurs as Bog Grog. Bog Grog is a corrosive blend of swamp water, squig excretions, and rokkit fuel (indeed, in a pinch it can be substituted for the latter). Many a Warboss demands a pit stop at Bog Rok to pick up a few tanks full of Bog Grog to steady his shooting hand. Legendary warboss Ghazghkul Mag Uruk Thrakka is known to have a fondness for Bog Grog, and many a cunning Ork upstart has attempted to enter His Krumpingness' good graces by bringing him veritable lakes of the beverage.

To feed the numberless drunken hordes, Bog Rok has developed a massive squig population. Squiggly Beasts of all shapes and sizes scurry, lumber and hop through its marshes. The Gretchen who tend the Squigs have excitedly gathered samples from visiting Klans, and now boast that Bog Rok is home to the largest variety of Squigs in the galaxy, including several unique varieties they have bred themselves!

Meeting with so many diverse warbands, Orks visiting Bog Rok also have an opportunity to compare killing techniques with their contemporaries. This enhances Bog Rok's other distinguishing feature: the entire planet is engulfed in an enormous, unending bar brawl. Occasionally, after a week of particularly heavy drinking, a group of Orks may find themselves engaged in battle on a totally different planet, unaware of why or how they got there. Still, for an ork this raises very few problems: krump 'em right good, then head back to the Rok for another round!

One especially infamous band of Orkish hooligans is known as Rotgut's Rabble. Legends say that the Warboss now known as Rotgut first arrived on Bog Rok centuries ago, a promising leader with dreams of conquest. However, his decision to stop off for "one quick drink!" proved fateful, and he has never been able to pull himself away from the bottle (or keg, or stein, he's not picky). Now Rotgut leads his Rabble on massive blood and booze binges, known as "Krawls", that weave through a half dozen worlds across multiple systems before staggering back to the Rok before they can sober up.

The consumption of Bog Grog also seems to unlock a Boyz dormant psychic potential, generating a surprising number of Wierdboyz. Though their behavior is not much stranger than that of any other drunken Ork, the Wierdboyz can be easily identified by the gouts of green flame and lightning that they spit across the bar, as opposed to the grog and squig-bits vomited out by their mates. The massive surges in gestalt psychic power emitted by the Orkish bar brawl often leads to highly unpredictable manifestations. One Wierdboy in particular, named Whizzbang, has a penchant for getting so excited that he teleports himself and all Orks around him into fights on whole other planets, drawn in by the excitement of battle from light years away. As such, Whizzbang is a much sought-after drinking companion.

Despite the presence of personalities like Rotgut and Whizzbang, Bog Rok is an oddity among Ork worlds, in that the larger greenskins are all in such a perpetual state of inebriation that real leadership and power has been de-facto ceded to the smaller Gretchen. Naturally brighter than Orks, and with bowels unable to withstand an onslaught of Bog Grog, sobriety has given an edge to the Gretchins of Bog Rok, and they guide and manipulate their larger cousins through delicate application of booze and suggestion. Chief among this Gretchen shadow government (or Da Guv, as those few Orks aware of its existence have taken to calling it. It is a new concept for them, and they needed a new word) is Brewmaster Snotscrew. It was Snotscrew's predecessors as Gretchen Brewmasters who discovered that the golden rule of Ork society, "I'z da biggest so I'z da boss" could be circumvented by giving the largest Ork around free booze, and then telling him what to do once he was good and smashed. Another enterprising Gretchen has discovered a different way around the rule, by crafting himself a massive Ork costume out of scrap metal and styling himself Warboss Eizenork (after being asked "oi, oo iz you?" and replying "I'z an Ork!"). Normally this ruse would not pass muster, but the Orks of Bog Rok are too drunk to notice that the massive boss giving them orders is a runt in a suit. Thus have the lowly Gretchen maintained their loose and clammy-palmed grip on Bog Rok.