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(nice post yeroc)

well the problem is I made a map in photoshaop but it cant upload to photobucket

Did you save it as jpg. file?

Thank you.

no a .dox

That may be the problem. I would recommend saving the map as jpg and then attempt to upload it to -bucket.

well I just jpeg'ed it and it is uploading, thanks.

(note: purple=rug

so: the top left cornor is the kitchen with entcances to the back yard, and basment on its top, and left side respectivly.

below that is the dining room containing a dining table, chairs, and a bookshelf cluttered with magazines, mail, fruits, pictures, and plants

the room to the right of that is the living room with a couch, two chairs, a bookshelf, another bookshelf, a closet (bottom right) and a rug. along with the front door (bottom center) and the stairs to the 2nd story (top)

to the right of that, is the sunroom, with two couches a recliner, a pair of bookshelves (mid left) a table (bottom right) rugs, a chest, (mid right side) and a little temple to shiva/vishnu/bramah that my nepali grandparents made in a cupboard

Marduk wacthed the side yard come into view. He saw wierd things flying next to the stormraven. The mounted turret shot thing and it squaked. It`s wing shot out it fell to the ground. "Pilot land us next to the thing. We need food and it`ll be perfect for that and as a sacrifice", marduk said. The stormraven landed next to the thing. It gripped it in its clamps and carried it back to the garage. It was still alive and pecked at the stormraven. It put little dents in the armor, but nothing else. They dropped the thing on the ground next to the WIP base. The host roared at the sight of a sacrifice to the gods. (And food) Marduk stepped off the stormraven and went searching for Kol-Badar.

little temple to shiva/vishnu/bramah that my nepali grandparents made in a cupboard

Chaos temple yes!!!!!!!!!!

after having subdued the commissar by locking him and his troops in the downstairs bathroom and getting the uruk-hai (who were convinced that he was their god, a fallen Mia) to guard the exit. He trudged wearily upstairs. He stopped to get a drink at the sink and sat back on the kitchen stool while rain poured off the windows (IT IS RAINING PLAYERS, REMEMBER THAT) he took a long gulp and lowered the glass. He then proceeded to spew the water onto the island in front of him.
There were tau on the table, watching him intently. “Mark was about to scream, but then just sighed set down the water glass, looked at the tau, said , “Behave!” and stomped into the living room were an tanith scout and a chaos marine scout were locked in mortal combat on the mantelpiece.

Taking a deep breath, Mark picked up a fire poker and grabbed them. Quickly flinging them onto the couch he pretended not to notice a group of Gue’vesa, kroot, and a tau commander sneak upstairs. And looking at his two captives he raised his fire poker menacingly.
Both hardened soldiers simultaneously pointed a finger at the other and hollered “He started it!”

Mark facepalmed.

“He started it?” began Mark “is that all you have to say?” “No.” grumbled the world bearer. “He’s also a corpse worshiping fool.” The tanith scout clubbed the marine over his chaotic head with a lasrifle. “Well you’re Atlas!” he screamed. “that’s IT!” replied the world bearer “I am SICK of these Atlas jokes!” the tanith scout began chanting. “World Bearer! World Bearer!”

Mark was fed up. He picked them both up again and walked up the stairs. Skipping a set so as to not squash the tau. Who were using grappeling hooks to get up each stair. Walking into the bathroom, Mark held the tiny soldiers above the toilet bowl.

“Now, tell me what the hell is going on.”

(OOC: @ Yeroc *shakes fist* Darn you chaos folk and your flying machines!

But I would appreciate it if you would refrain from telling my Death Korps when to fire in the future.)

"Halt convoy!" Kern shouted as the enemy craft flew away swiftly. "Damn." He said to himself and got down from his Stormblade to figure out what had gone wrong. Before his feet even touched the ground, he could see some officers gathered around the bottom of the ladder.

"Report!" Kern commanded with authority as the officers saluted. It was beginning to rain and as such the ground was becoming a soggy mush, Kern smiled at that, that was one thing at least that reminded him of home; mud...

"Sir, that craft blew a hole in my tank, no casualties but it will take a few minutes for the engineers and the cogboy to fix it up."

"Any other tanks hit?"

"No sir, the engineers say they'll be done in twenty minutes."

"Tell them they have ten, we need to keep---" At that, Kern was cut off by his vox officer who was right behind him.

"Sir, Commissar Kyerzak reports contacts!" Just as he said that, the unmistakable chatter of weapons fire could be heard on the other side of the convoy. Kern grabbed his bolt pistol and was off, his command squad and grenadier guard behind him.

"Get that tank fixed and set up a perimeter! Anything that comes out of the jungle, shoot it! And tell the Hydras they'd better not miss the next flyby!" Kern yelled to his officers as he ran. He got there as the firing stopped however and was pleased to see his men mopping up.

"Report!" He yelled so all could hear him, his Commissar was the one to answer.

"Greenskins sir, dealt with rather hastily I might add."

"How many?"

"Perhaps only a single mob, a dozen maybe more, Offel is burning their corpses right now." The Commissar said as a trooper with a flamer stepped up and started to immolate the green corpses

"Good."

"Oh and, sir, there's something else you might want to see..." Kyerzak said, leading the Major towards a large mound behind the greenskins.

"They were trying to drag this around before they saw us."

Kern looked at the great mound of fur, it was obviously some sort of animal but it was simply massive.

"What is it?" He asked.

"From the looks of it sir, I'd say its a rodent."

"The size of a Leman Russ?" Kern asked rhetorically. "And I thought the trench rats back home were bad..." Just then, the Major's vox officer chimed in.

"The engineers report they've almost finished, also there have been reports of rather large insects on the perimeter, they say dozens of six legged bugs the size of dogs came at the line, they've been repelled, no casualties."

"This jungle just keeps getting stranger, I'll thank the Emperor when we're out of it." Kern said shaking his head. He started to march back to his tank.

"Kyerzak, get the men rallied and back into formation, we're leaving in no less than three minutes." Kern ordered and didn't bother to wait for the Commissar to affirm his command, he just saluted and walked back to his Stormblade.

"Move like you've got a purpose men! The deployment zone is only an hour or so's march away!" Kern shouted as he strode through the convoy.

loved it WARORK!

"Woah Woah Woah, great man put me down. Its the will of the chaos gods. I`m sure they told you daemon prince. Its the will of the gods that this pathetic man dies. He attacked me while I was scouting the area. He ambushed me. The corpse worshipping whoeson", the chaos scout said.

@ Ineptus... I'm glad, although I had to edit to put the part about the rain in, almost forgot that...

OOC: Sorry but it would have been something your men would have done. I didnt want to make them seem defenceless, being Death corps my favorite guard regiment. Anyways.

IC: Marduk got the sub-vocal vox message from his scout about the great daemon prince. "Appease him and the gods will spare you", Marduk voxed back to the scout.

GTG guys be back late tonight

(going to change POV to a ranger LT for a sec...)

Lieutenant Dan Shatner of the 75th ranger battalion scoped out the terrain. He remembered going to sleep last night after a short raid on an Al-Qeda weapons stockpile. Then. Waking up here. He was scoping out a massive expanse of desert. And the biggest house he had seen in his thirty-year old life reared up in the distance.

Wherever they were, it wasn’t the earth he knew. His troops had woken up just inside a jungle his little bird chopper and blakhawk circled at a low patrol vector sweeping the yard and returning every twenty minutes he had with his a single platoon of rangers. And HMMWVs enough to carry them all if need be. He looked up. The desert was getting wet with a sparse rain. But it would stay hard, cracked, earth. His men were digging foxholes and smoking cigarettes while they took breaks every know and then. A few minutes ago a massive swarm of ants the size of dogs had appered. And attacked ranger Stranahan when he had put his foot in their hole.


“Alright! Were movin’ out! Hooah?” he hollered. The reply came instantly “Hooah!” as the troops mounted up in the humvees the gunners swung their 50. Cal HMGs in arcs, scanning the sparse desert. “check your gear! No shitbagging!” he ordered, and got into the passenger seat on the lead Humvee. “Take us in.”

(OOC: They're going into the jungle? Oh boy, Rangers meet the DKoK, this oughta be fun...)

I am planning on a bit where Shatner says. "Oh, f**k! Nazis!" when he sees the DKoK

(OOC: That'll be hilarious! )

The convoy moved on, the rain slowly picking up and causing the treads to be absolutely covered in mud. As the troops trudged along or rode in the back of chimeras or Centaurs, their boots also began to acquire a heavy amount of mud. Kern, above the rest of the convoy on his Stormblade's parapet, had to keep rubbing his binoculars to clear them of the mist that was rising. Every few minutes, there was sporadic firing on the line as more greenskins or native fauna came towards the perimeter line. Already, the men had shot a large amount of giant sized insects and arachnids that had gotten too close. There had been no casualties so far in these engagements, but Kern knew it was only a matter of time before their luck ran out.

"Siegehammer to Eagle Command, over." He tried for the fifth time that hour trying to get imperial command on the line. "I say again, Siegehammer to Eagle Command, do you copy?" Again, no answer, only static greeted him.

"Sorry sir, but there's simply no signal, its like command just disappeared." His vox man said below him, turning nobs and listening in on his own headset. Kern just grumbled to himself and went back to watching the line. Fortunately, in the past half hour, the auspex contacts had thinned out as more and more fauna were felled to the Death Korps' advances. The Major cursed the thickness of this jungle, they had had to use the hellhounds twice already to clear a path through the vegetation...

But it seemed that their troubles were over...Kern could just make out the other side of the jungle through his scope, he couldn't really see what was on the other side but he could at least see the jungle's treeline from here.

"All units be advised, we're about to enter new terrain, I repeat, the jungle is beginning to thin, be on your guard." Just as he finished saying that, his vox officer prodded him.

"Sir! Auspex contacts, directly ahead! All other officers confirm!"

"Greenskins?" Kern asked.

"No sir, it appears to be....human sir, several small vehicles and they appear to have light air support as well."

"How far out?" Kern asked, his mind racing...

"Well..."

"Can we make it to the treeline before they come into range?"

"Yes sir, we should be able to..."

"Have the convoy spread out and take up firing positions on the treeline, we're going to meet them abreast, get the hydras aimed at those air assets."

"Yes sir." The vox officer said, relaying the Major's orders through his vox.

"And Corporal, make sure nobody fire's a shot unless I give the word, understood? I'll not have a blue on blue situation if it turns out the contacts are friendly."

"Yes sir!" The vox officer said as the convoy moved on.

Kern watched through his binoculars as his convoy broke the treeline and began setting up defenses. The land was clear before them and Kern smiled as he looked out at it.

"Ah the glorious no man's land, just like home eh?" He said to his vox officer.

"Just like it sir." The man replied.

The forces that now came towards them were small compared to their own, small recon cars held troops of men holding autogun like weapons. Ornithopter like vehicles circled overhead, being followed closely by the convoy's hydras.

"They don't look like guard, but they don't look like rebels or heretics either..." Said Kern's voxman.

"Strange indeed." Kern said under his breath, waiting for the opposing force's response.

Andrew and his squad ran as quick as they could across the harsh white tiles of the kitchen. The man to his left, Thomas, spotted a cabinet under the sink, and he and his men dashed to it. They could hear the sounds of conflict of ways, and the sounds of a swearing man. He gathered hit team around the door of the cabinet, and gave the order to pull. A moment passed as their efforts did nothing, then the door creaked open less than willfully. He and his men hopped inside, and propped the door open with a small box of garbage bags.

"What now, Sergent?" Jeremy asked, his voice rasp and fearful under his mask.

Anthony thought for a moment.

"We need to hook up with any other Guard forces in the area. Derick, set up the vox-caster. See if you can get a lock on a signal."

Derick complied, pulling the big vox of his back, pulling up the antenna. Anthony looked around, and thought he had heard a noise.

"Leo, Thomas, Jeremy, with me. Alex, David, you stay and guard Derick while he gets a signal."

He pulled his team together, and tracked through towers of spray and huge boxes of chemicals.

“Oh f**k! Nazis!” moaned the 50. Cal gunner. This was greeted by laughter from the troops.

“Convoy halt!” hollered shatner, getting out of the humvee.

“Have the Blackhawk and little bird do a patrol of the jungle, I don’t like the look of those flak guns.”

“An army of goths?” Asked Stranahan in bewilderment at the gas masked, skull obsessing figures.

“Holy s**t!” this came from specialist Marlowe, "Those guys look like they mean business.”

Shatner sighed. “Alright let’s see if they speak the king’s English…but just in case…anyone know any German?”

The elite rangers chuckled at this.

Shatner cupped his hands to his mouth and hollered at the dour troops opposite them. “GOOD! MORNING! DO YOU SPEAK ENGLISH?”

Yarrick scowled.
They had been locked in this forsaken basement for an hour now. As they were heading downstairs, the accursed Giant had spotted them and in his rage, he had thrown them in the lowest dungeons. But Yarrik had made it out of trickier spots before, and a Marauder wing from the attic (or "Halls of the Dead", as Yarrik believed them to be) was en route. Lifting his mouthpiece to his face, Yarrick yelled in to the vox.
"Airmen, where the feth are you? You were meant to be here an hour ago!"
"Sorry Sir, but the giant and a group of Xenos were at the foot of the stairs. We had to return and head out the window, and we've spotted a small window at the base of the building-we believe it is at the top of the dungeons. If we blast it open, will you have a ramp ready to head out? It leads directly in to the garden, however. The place is crawling with greenskins and what appear to be traitor humans. Thankfully, a force of Kriegsmen are stationed nearby and could use some back up."
"Roger that, Captain. We'll build a ramp. Now get to it!"

After 20 minutes, a ramp consisting of a few chairs, tables and soiled underwear was ready, leading up to the small window. At the base, the Armaggedoners stood ready. The Marauders dropped their payload, and a shower of glass rained down upon them.
"Good work, men! Now let's move out!"
The force ascended the ramp quickly, eager to taste Greenskin blood. As they reached the top, a voice crackled over the Vox.
"Any loyalist forces in the area, we require help in the kitchen! We are under attack!"
Yarrik answered back immediately.
"Hang tight. Armaggedon forces are heading to your location now, arriving in approximately 25 minutes."
He changed the frequency of the vox, then spoke again.
"Armaggedon 259th, 3rd Platoon, this is Lord Commissar Yarrik. Allied forces require help. Set Grey's Anatomy to record and head down to the kitchen. Oh, and while you're at it, add House to that list. God I love my House."
With that, the heroes of Armaggedon charged up the ramp, and out in to the pouring rain.

vio was running as fast as he could. he and his crew were almost there,and hopefully safe from the beast. as they enterd the small room,they saw the color giver standing in front of the round chair holding something. as vio heard the barking behind him,he and his crew ran and climbed onto the color givers shoe. as the beast entered,vio yellled "for the greater good!" and they open fired on the thing. as he was firing,he heard his com being called and answered. "yes?"
"we just saw a small group of humans hide in a very nearby cave thing,it would be easier than betrayal to close that door on them,plus we out number them greatly."
"then do it. try to not kill them unless they fire 1st." as the man awnsered and the com died,vio looked and then almost fell over as he saw the dog right infront of him.looking to his side,he saw an escape. "up that hole in the color givers fur!"

Mark was flipping out. He had just learned that vengeful world bearers where in the garage. When several tau entered being chased by shorty, one of his dogs ‘thank god sandy is staying with mom at the moment.’ He thought as he shook his shoe and the last kroot fell out. “what were you doing?!?” he hollered at the tau.

He needed to go downstairs and evict the traitor astartes from his garage and now a bunch of communist frogs. And killer chickens had scrambled into his shoes. Said commie frogs and killer chickens were gathered on his desk.
“wait here.” He said. “I have some pest control to take care of.”

EVENT COMES NEXT

ALONG WITH A NEW ALLIE FOR MARK: NAME: 'THE ANGRIEST'

PLAYER EVENT ONE: EVICTION
This event will be concerning the removal of Marduk from the garage and into an aria of his choosing outsid, in front or back yard.

Mark had questioned the scout and the tanith guard and typed them up and put them in his medicine cabinet. After emptying it of course. He had wrapped the Chaos Marine in lots of duct tape just in case.

Mark had armed himself in earnest this time. In one pocket was a can of RAID with a lighter taped on. (He did not want to use that.) and in the other was his BB gun. While in his left hand he carried a super-soaker that was pumped up as high as it could go while his trusty fire poker was in his right. Storming through the kitchen and to the garage door he unlocked it and charged in. the first thing he hit while flailing wildly with the poker was a stormraven, arriving in the garage. A land raider shot towards him and he shot it away with the water-cannon “wish I had filled this with Lysol.” He mumbled to himself. Firing into the ludicrous amount of traitor astartes he began stomping. The ‘crunch’ of breaking power armor was abundant in the room. Until they opened fire. The pain was awful.

Running out of the room and flattening some thirty daemons he kicked a bloodthirster into a wall where it dissipated. when he was out he slammed the door. the hiss of melta fire cut through the silence. Lighting then tying down the lighter so it burned without him needing to hold it down he flung open the garage door and grabbed his nail gun which they thankfully had not noticed. Slamming the door again he lugged in and turned on the power tool. And flung open the door again. When he hurled the can of volatile liquids into the room with a burning lighter strapped to them he waited until it rolled into a large group before taking aim and firing the nail gun. The tool sent a single nail blasting out of the muzzle. And punching through the can of RAID the contents turned gaseous and wafted to the flame in a matter of seconds. Mark dived to the side as the makeshift bomb detonated like a hand grenade and a massive fireball went up.

As he heard the shrapnel stop flying he looked in. it seemed that the large force of chaos marines had fled to the side yard and over the driveway into street. Of course it was miles of territory for them and it would take tham a long time. Hours to get to the back or front door. through the unmowed grass. ‘

Major Kern marveled as the supposed leader of the human forces in front of them walked up towards his Stormblade, apparently unphased at its size and yelled up to him.

“GOOD! MORNING! DO YOU SPEAK ENGLISH?”

Kern looked at his command squad. "It seems they speak gothic at least, but does anyone know what he meant by 'English?'"

All Kern got was shrugs and shaking heads.

"Maybe its a dialect sir? They do seem to have rather strange accents." One of the engineers replied.

"Perhaps they are local PDF? Reports said their forces were in the area." Kyerzak interjected.

"Well they seem to be friendly enough, lets go meet them shall we?" Kern said as his men began climbing down from the tank.

"Everyone hold position and hold fire, command squad and Herman's grenadiers on me." Kern began ordering as he walked forward to the human soldier.

"Yes sir." Came the response.

"Konarski?" Kern said to one of his command squad.

"Sir?"

"The colors please."

"Yes sir." The trooper said, unfurling the regimental banner and marching along behind Kern as his command squad and the squad of grenadiers crowded around him. Kern came to face the human who just seemed content to watch the procession. Slowly, Kern's hands came up to his face and gently took the obscuring mask off his face and revealing the human face behind it.

"Major Jakob Kern, One forty fifth Krieg, the Emperor's own Imperial guard." He said formally introducing himself. The human soldier, clad in strange uniform and gear, looked blankly at the figures before him.

Commissar Kyerzak was the one to respond next. "When a superior officer introduces himself it is protocol for his inferiors to salute him and introduce themselves as well." He said annoyed, his hand going to his hellpistol at his side.

while waiting for the color giver to come back as to avoid his giant anger,vio called home camp."did you trap those humans?"
"yesir,and from the sounds they are not happy we moved there box." smiling a little vio look off the edge of the desk.
"ok,keep me posted if anything changes." hanging up,vio climbs to his feet. "dang,were is the color giver?"

“Well with respect ‘sir’ it does not seem to me that you’re MY commanding officer”

said a somewhat miffed Shatner. Showing the. ‘Mess with the best, die like the rest’ badge on his shoulder, under the American flag he asked “you from England?” he asked. “And who is this ‘emperor’ of yours.? I didn’t think there were any emperors left in Twenty-Eleven.”

without waiting for a response he pointed at the super-heavy tanks in front of the line. “That’s some serious armor your packing, gonna blow up a few continents are ya?”
Squinting at the massive tank Shatner called the armor expert, a man named Michal Dearborne. “hey mike, you recognize that armor?”
The young man looked at the tank for a moment “no, sir.”

(note: Shatner has a standard east coast American accent ie: wshington DC)