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go figur what? purple has always been my army colour, which is why i opened my paintbox with 2500 points to paint in 2 weeks and found copius amounts of purple,catachan green and flesh

Dunno...
I just got into the habit of saying it... i never really thought about it before...
Just like how i use elipses all the time...

I am assuming hell's angles would be obtuse, then?

Additionally, I don't approve of any attempts to feed regimental officers meats that are not deemed edible by the Munitorum.

I am sad to announce the passing of lord commissar von humps, he has, it would seem, has left us.

Therefore, Commissar Wasabi will hereby be promoted to the rank of Lord COmmissar, and is free to choose any willing trooper to receive commisarial training, due to need for one ASAP.

Good Luck my lord commissar!

(purple, if you want to fluff this whenever it's cool )

Sir I would like to volunteer for Commissarial training if I may be so bold.

He has my backing, but it is your choice lord commissar.

Thank you Sir I appreciate your support.

Marshall, It is with honour and dignity that I accept the new position. I'll make you proud, sir. As will my new, more formidable hat.

And due in equal parts to your eagerness to accept the duties and responsibilities of becoming a Commissar, your talent and leadership in the field, and to the vote of confidence from our respected Marshall, I hereby field induct you into the Commissariat as a Cadet Commissar. Report to my quarters at 0700 hours tomorrow for your training. This is a big decision, and the title is rarely proffered to those who have not been through the Schola.

I'm sure you'll do just fine. *Offers a knowing grin*

Oh, and before it slips my mind: On this very same day, it seems that the powers that be have ruled that a triple ration of amasec would be prudent, funny how things work out.

Roger that Lord Commisar Sir, and by the emperor I swear I will not let you down.

passing?!?

Going AWOL on a deathworld is usually a good way to wind up "passing", Private Damascus.

ohhhh...

May we dance to celebrate the birth of a new commissar?

BUgger that...

after a tripple issue o' 'sac..

...and whatever Wolfhead can scrounge I intent to be horizontal!!!!

This thread gone cold or something? somebody post!

We're all hung over from triple rations of amas...ames...amus...alcomahol.

Why aren't you?

CadianCommander wrote:We're all hung over from triple rations of amas...ames...amus...alcomahol.

Why aren't you?

bwahahahahah....

most probably because Wolfhead liberated his portion of the rations before he had a chance to smell them!



good kid that!

As of today's date, the list of ongoing investigations being undertaken by myself and some of the more senior members of the regiment are as follows:

1. The location of my most beloved poetry book.
2. The exact nature of Private Jaynekatebob's peculiar masculine habits
3. The graffiti that has been popping up all over camp that reads "Gamma blows, Alpha rules"
5. The graffiti that has been popping up all over camp that reads "Alpha's for wimps, Gamma for life."
6. The graffiti that has been popping up all over camp that reads "OI! BOTH YOU LOT QUIT YER BLATHERIN' AND JUST PROTECT MY BLOODY TANK." (Addendum: Resolved. Please see me in my office, Commander Sigmund.)
7. Exactly how Wolfshead has been able to break into the Cafetorium no matter how many security protocols are enforced and watchmen are posted around the perimeter.
8. Where exactly the papers for investigation #4 got to.

Anyone with information that may prove important to these investigations would find a very interested party in both myself, Marshall Larkin, and the new Cadet Commissar.

I think one of my lads may have 4. Said something about visiting the Commissars office for some TP... Could be that poetry book.

heres the next chapter!!!







Opening his eyes Russki looked around, he was still lying on the leman Russ, but there was a small I.V connected to his wrist and a numb feeling in his left shoulder. said shoulder was also wrapped in badeages.
Looking up he saw Nate kneeling over a prone figure and wrapping it’s left leg in gauze before walking over, with a mug in each hand.

He looked at Russki.

“Well, well, well, Sleeping Beauty finally wakes. You look like hell.”

Russki opened his mouth.

“Uuggh…”

Nate raised an eyebrow. “That’s the morphine talking, try saying something intelligible”

“Whuurrgg…” replied Russki

“Brought you some recaf.” said Nate sitting down and laying back against an Earthshaker Cannon.
Russki stared blearily at the cup and reached out.

“Thank the throne ” he muttered, and gulped down the steaming liquid he was halfway through the cup when something struck, “Hey, I thought you were all dead!”

Nate grinned, “Nope, I’d cleared out to a different position by the time the balcony was hit, Jenkins got his leg filled with shrapnel but I managed to get most of that out, and Bax just got a broke nose.”

“What about the orks?” asked russki.

Nate looked up from his mug.
“Hellhounds fried em, they were with the snipers and some of Jenkins’ squad, which ironically, includes another Jenkins.”

“That even possible?”

“Hey, it’s a big galaxy… there’s only so many names.” Nate shot back

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Altzer, sanctioned psyker strode purposefully though the melee in the main hanger, his mind fixed solely on one target. Even as he diverted primitive orkish minds from him he began to gather physic strength. Once he got in visual range of his target, the ork warboss. He channeled it all into the ork’s brain . with a dull krump and the howling of daemons in his mind, the ork’s head detonated.


Ha! our beloved psyker gets some glory!

So? How was that?

I didn't dance on orks? :(

Oh don't worry you'll get your chance

How's gretchin in a chourus line sound

Besides, you're the one with the most graphic kill,so far.

YAY exploding ork head

Ineptus, Varl - finally got a chance to read the recent fluff, love them both!

...so Sigmund's a grumpy old, pink obsessed vet then?

132 Vet Sniper JKB: Lord Commissar, Sir, reporting, Sir. Err....what's peculiar about black jack and hookers?

And just because I can sew a flag doesn't isn't unmanly in the Guard. Any Guardsman worth their salt can sew.


(useless RL trivia: my senior sensei was a sub-mariner in his time and when he joined up as a lad in the Navy he made a small fortune by being one of the only boys that could sew a button or darn socks!)

(I can vouch for that fact. I was in the navy and made some good money cause I could fix buttons, tears, and sew on patches.)

Cadet Commisar Kracken - My Lord Commisar I eagerly await to help you on your investigations and as soon as I hear anything about your personel effects I shall let you know.

Nate: oh you'r stuff has gone missing then? (whispered) Russki! You told me you FOUND that poetry book!