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Hey power armor dude relax *Burp* Don't even trip dog..

*Takes a swig from flask*

What w-w-we should really wonder is why there isn't more ghostly cactus around...

Please. Stop fretting about LeCacty.

*Lowers Boltgun*

Alright, I will let it live. For now

What is there to do around here?

OOC: Not sure how closely I want to stick to how a Space Marine is supposed to act, I think a normal one would just shoot everyone here.

Kill zombies... snort some warp dust...

*Takes a swig from flask*

Or you know other stuff..

OOC: Well, BC and Verviedi are heretics, me and Co'tor are xenos. Badrukk switches between a xenos and someone who doesn't follow the Imperial Creed, which is where ZK and Templar would fit in as well. Plus Cacty is, well, I guess they'd just put him down as another xenos to save themselves from all the paperwork involved.

OOC: Kill everyone! Or at least give it your best shot! lol

Ooc: BC doesn't believe he's a heretic. Despite being a terrible commissar, easily persuaded by pretty much everybody, and having briefly dated a daemon.
It's either denial or being in the heresy closet, I'm not sure.

OOC: So if I act like a normal marine I would pretty much have to shoot everyone. Welp, time to be a terrible Space Marine then, I just got here, don't want to kill everyone just yet

IC: Is the Commissar ok? He seems to be a bit..... pale

Em, BC? You alright? Private "meeting" with a caped female, you say?

OOC: I suppose you could do whatever suits the character you aim on playing best. Don't worry, I, shaso, or out-of-plot forces will save anyone you damage really badly.

I'd say he's *takes a moment to gag on blood* fine. Maybe he needs water or something? I still don't know a lot on their biology. Now, where was I with the ingredients list...

Oh yeah, I'll need some necrodermis for sure, but that's the obvious choice... Ork spores might help too...

*goes on to mutter many different and odd ingredients, many of which aren't remotely edible*

OOC: I dabble in medicines from time to time as well, mainly the pdd potion, but don't come running to me every time you get a scratch on your knee.

OOC: Nor me, because I'll probably give you an augmetic leg.

Rick! Thank god, look, this freaking knife is supposed to end our families entire existence in past present and future if I don't do something with it, I don't know what but this, I don't know- snake person I guess, he had a terrible rasping lisp- told me to find you and show you and tell you what happened.

There were some ruins over there *motions vaguely to the southwest* and I went in the looking for you and kinda triggered some pressure plate traps, and then ran away with this knife AFTER FIGHTING SOME UNDEAD! Zombies Rick! Freaking Zombies! I mean we've had to deal with horrible monstrosities from the Kronenberg verse but, but the undead are something entirely different. I mean, look at that kroot guy, he's already turned but doesn't realize it! Not to mention the Walking Margarine Massacre that has become the Commissar there, now he's a damned fanger! WHAT'RE WE GONNA DO RICK!??!

*As though on queue via the appearance of Rick, more undead bears appear, bearing upon their rotting backs double skeleton riders wielding various melee weapons in front, and the back riders toting firearms of one type or another. There are 3 packs of 15. 45 bears and 90 undead growling and roaring in coarse cries of tortured unlife preluding the fight.*

*Not wanting to be caught off guard this time by the unholy blight encroaching, Morty rushes over to Rick and grabs the Mr. Meseeks box, clicking it about a dozen times.*

I'M MR. MESEEKS, HEY LOOK AT MEEEEEEEE
I'M MR. MESEEKS, HEY LOOK AT MEEEEEEEE
I'M MR. MESEEKS, HEY LOOK AT MEEEEEEEE
I'M MR. MESEEKS, HEY LOOK AT MEEEEEEEE
I'M MR. MESEEKS, HEY LOOK AT MEEEEEEEE
I'M MR. MESEEKS, HEY LOOK AT MEEEEEEEE
I'M MR. MESEEKS, HEY LOOK AT MEEEEEEEE
I'M MR. MESEEKS, HEY LOOK AT MEEEEEEEE
I'M MR. MESEEKS, HEY LOOK AT MEEEEEEEE
I'M MR. MESEEKS, HEY LOOK AT MEEEEEEEE
I'M MR. MESEEKS, HEY LOOK AT MEEEEEEEE
I'M MR. MESEEKS, HEY LOOK AT MEEEEEEEE

Mr. Meseeks, quick help us repel the undead in a timely fashion before we're all not dead or alive!!!
*begins praying to: whatever holy gods may be out there, Rick, Science, and John Cena.*

M-Morty I don't know what you are going on about but stop summoning Mr. Meseeks! Jesus zombies aren't that bad remember when we killed all those vampires in your school?? Or the Time we had to kill your family from another dimension because they were *Burp* possessed by Demonic aliens!

*Looks at the undead army and takes a swig from flask* Well maybe a couple more meseeks wouldn't hurt...

*Takes another swig from flask and stares at the horde questioningly*

Undead army?

Good thing I got that PKP!

Geez Rick, can't you just science up some kinda Undead Flesheating virus that also conveniently brittles their bones- or something? Y-You said you out-scienced the Devils magic right? RIGHT? Also this blade gets really hot when those things are near *points at zombie horde, vampire BC and undead kroot 2BJ1*. You might wanna check it out, I don't know what to do with it or myself!

*[Meanwhile the pack of Meseeks have located and repaired 3 rundown combine tractors, having added large lawn mower blades to the underside to prevent being swarmed. The machinations are not yet ready, requiring their machine spirits to be appeased by one of the Martian Ordo. The Meseeks seem oblivious to this bit of information and continuously attempt to start, berate verbally, then physically abuse their freshly repaired machines. The noisome din of ongoing battle, mechanical rage, and cries of "I'm Mr. Meseeks, look at me!!! Caaaaan dooo! " echoes around the arena]*

OOC: I NEED AMMO!

http://wallpapers.wallhaven.cc/wallpapers/full/wallhaven-226766.png

HERE'S YOUR AMMO , GO AND GET IT!

*throws ammo box to face*

 War Kitten wrote:
*Lowers Boltgun*

Alright, I will let it live. For now

What is there to do around here?

OOC: Not sure how closely I want to stick to how a Space Marine is supposed to act, I think a normal one would just shoot everyone here.

OOC: So would a Kriegsmen, hence why I'm digging trenches xd

 Verviedi wrote:
Em, BC? You alright? Private "meeting" with a caped female, you say?

I- I thought she was a goth... Then she bit me, and it's sort of fuzzy from then on. Pretty sure I enjoyed it, but now I'm starting to feel a bit odd. [Stomach growls] Not as odd as Blackjack, I'll concede.

I don't even know what I am *drifts slowly into the warp*

*opens fire on zombie horde with flamer, incinerating half the horde*

PURGE THE UNCLEAN!

*Opens its eye through the colourful mist of the Warp, seeing a Space Marine incinerating Plague Zombies, from above*

What... What is going on here ?

*Hit by skeleton arrows repeatedly as I rush the bear, with an arm reconfigured into a greataxe*

*Notices LethalShade*

Daemon incursion?!

*Notices Verviedi and her shocked expression*

Daemon ?..

No... I can't remember... I was in a bar in the lower Hive, already pretty drunk. Some guy... Can't remember his name. Wearing a blue robe. He drank some mycelium ale with me... Made me sign something.
Then I met some weird guy with tentacles and mouths everywhere, ranting about how gingerbread penguins of Carcharias helped him to take over the Universe or something. He told me something about a rap music contest with some dude called Ahriman (What the hell is rap music anyway?) and left me drifting in a shroom trip.

And now, zombies ? And where is my body ?

*Pauses to talk while hacking the zombie bear apart*

Em, have you tried to check underneath you?

*Notices that my form is still optimized for not dying at a daemon party*

Feth, give me a moment.

*Turns silver and flows back into main form*

Yeah, there's nothing underneath me. Only the floor, and some orange/bluish light, feels like I'm floating.

*Daemonic hangover*

OOC: Well, I'm basically a balloon-sized eye peeping from a mini Warp rift

Hmm... Have you tried looking inside yourself?

Virus? I'd rather not get sick from another thing, guns might help the horde though.

*stares at battle all around*

This seems off. I know I should help kill these beasts, but there's another part of me saying they're fine. Like kin, in a way.

Inside my...?

*Closes the warp rift before reopening it three seconds later, three meters on the left"

There's nothing, only sickening colours everywhere, looks like a seizure seen from inside. But it feels like I can have a body if I want to, I just need to figure out how to do that.
And, more importantly, why am I so calm about it ?

...Can I try something?

*Appears behind Blackjack and confiscates the rail rifle*

*Shoots him in the foot*

Did you feel that?

*Warp-induced headache*

I can feel something talking, I... I think that's the weird guy. He seems pretty pissed at something.

...

What... What are those "Ultrasmurfs" he keeps yelling about ?