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[Attaches two fuzzy puppet-arms to Abaddon, complete with movement rods, and moves them in time with his speech]
[Occasionally Kermit-flails them]

*sees Abbadon*

Uh, hello, sir.

*jeep is sent flying through the air before landing in the room, crashing through the window*

BATTLEFIELD!

[Makes Abaddon's arms appear surprised]
Anyone else want a go at this? It's fun!

*Starts smiling* Ah, Failbaddon! Hope you don't start screaming! I have written a story for you; ahem:
"I've won, xXx_Pepe_xXx! I've beaten you, the Imperium is MINE for the taking! The galaxy shall burn! But not before I hear you beg, NOT BEFORE I HEAR YOU BEG!" His voice was torn with emotion, manic laughter struggled free of his throat. The figure tipped over, to lay spread eagle on its back. Silent, broken, and dead. An old man, slain by a casual blow from an immortal warrior. Failbaddon felt something leave him. The rush vanished. Pepe was dead. He had won... Yes. He had defeated the hero of the Imperium, but Pepe was dead. And without ever even knowing that Failbaddon had won. The united leader of Chaos knelt down, and screamed at the square-jawed corpse, howling in anger, in the hopes that perhaps his fleeting soul could still hear his words. "I. HAVE. WON. CR-" He froze mid-word, as he realized that the crater was silent. He stood, and thought for a moment that his men were watching him. He was mistaken, for his marines, his warriors, his cultists... Even the demons, were staring open-mouthed, at the crest of the crater that they had swept into. For one nanosecond. For one fleeting, cursory micron of an instant, Failbaddon was confused. And then he knew. He knew what he would see when he looked up to match their gaze. He knew what he would see when he looked up, and realized why Pepe had led this defensive force personally, and why he had not boarded one of the Valkyries that had escaped, or a Chimera to flee. He looked up, to see the barrels of a thousand tanks, the crested figures of ten thousand men, the whirring shapes of countless hundreds of skimmers and fighters. He saw in the distance, the smoking ruin of his flagship drifting through orbit a hundred miles away, and heard all of a sudden the unjammed signals of panicked screaming coming in from every one of his officers and aides. Failbaddon saw, before his eyes, his Crusade crumble. And he knew, without looking, the expression upon that fat old man's face, despite the shattered jaw and the broken neck. And he felt his last emotion before the guns started firing, and the torpedoes struck, and the lascannon-bolts flew. Boiling up inside of him, he opened his mouth, and screamed. And over the din of battle, though battle cannon roared and basilisk whistled, though lasgun cracked and Guardsmen cried out with tears in their eyes the name of their savior, no voice cried so loudly as Failbaddon the Fool's, whose hatred of one man had cost him a victory that could have changed the galaxy, the one man whose name he now invoked. That magnificent bastard. That tactical geniu- "REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

*sheds a single manly tear at Matthews story*
*looks irritated at tnb as jeep comes crashing in*
Would you mind NOT damaging imperial property guardsman?

*sees the Jeep*

*to War Kitten*

I've heard about him. He can't be killed, because he will always respawn.

*several thousand CSM arrive, and begin firing at everyone, with predictable results*

Die heretics! -equips second power fist and starts giving the CSM a double dose of powerfisting...-

*pops from a trench*

''Oh this trooper's, seems its time to purge some heretics'' *opens fire with his hellgun*

CHARGE THEM MY MINIONS!

*ineffectual bolter fire pattering off nearby mud patches*

THIS ROOM SHALL BE MINE!!

*a missile from a CSM strikes Abby in the back*

FOAR KAYOSS!

*BC's wibbly-arms attachment flail*

*into vox*
Intitiate STEEL REHN protocol
*many drop pods smash through the ceiling, deploying ultramarines who immediately engage the CSM*
DRIVE THEM BACK BROTHERS!
*opens fire with bolter*

Blasts minions

*ROAR*. (Eats selym)

OOC:

TechHydra wrote:Blasts minions

TechHydra wrote:*ROAR*. (Eats selym)

Was the "blasts minions" part an action or something you said? Ditto for "ROAR"... And you can just use a single post, rather than a double.

BIC:

*wibbly arms flail helplessly, as a Defiler tries to pull Abaddon out*

CHAOS DAMN YOU!

[starts randomly blasting things and accidentally hits vervidi ]

*knocks Verviedi out of the way before the blast hits*
*gets knocked across the room by the blast*
Ow.......

Oops sorry

 Selym wrote:
OOC:

TechHydra wrote:Blasts minions

TechHydra wrote:*ROAR*. (Eats selym)

Was the "blasts minions" part an action or something you said? Ditto for "ROAR"... And you can just use a single post, rather than a double.



*(word)* means action

(Word) means say/speech

Starts blasting selym

*starts blasting selym *

*Is laying in a corner badly burned*
Medic?

OOC: How the flaming hell is Dakka not using the "automatic next post" feature here?

OOC: I just dun it...

*a krootox with a medic's helmet walks over to War Kitten and drags him away from the fighting*

Don't worry, Beatrice should help you.

If I come back with bite marks I blame you 2bj1
*is carted over to medical station*

No idea who these walking armor things are but i need to hurt something! *charges the CSM's with his axe slicing and dicing them rather efficiently.*

Bite marks? Do beaks leave bite marks? Oh that's not the point, I've relied on her with my life on previous occasions, and I'll check in on you in a few minutes. I just haven't given Abbadon his welcoming gift yet.

*opens a small warp rift above and acid starts pouring down onto him*

Not exactly what I had in mind. I can't eat anything off of a skeleton! Speaking of which, no one would be opposed of me getting his geneseed after this, right?

*walks out of the infirmary with a bionic arm*
Turns out they couldn't save my arm, now I got a shiny metal one
*shows arm*
Oh, you want my old arm? It's not much use to me now, it's a bit singed though

I'm ok, I'll take the meat, burnt, raw, or frozen. As long as it actually is meat, that is.