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Unfortunately, the Inquisitor wanted his pic taken with his boot on Max's dead body, like one of those old-time "Great White Hunter" scenarios.

Fortunately, the Inquisitor had mislaid said boot, leaving 'Mad Max the Wonder Ogryn' (he's had quite a few titles this chap ) with ample time to run and hide.

Unfortunately, Max's augmetic buttocks had run out of batteries about page 5, leaving him unable to run anywhere fast.

Fortunately, it turned out that the Inquisitors boots had to be sent to the cleaners to purge them of residue heresy, which left Max with a lot of time to move slowly towards a hiding spot.

Unfortunately, the Inquisitor still had a spoon. Dun-Dun-DUNDUNDUN-DUHHHHHHHH

Fortunately, he was currently using it to feed his bound deamon its favourite food: a disgusting mix of khorne flakes and liquid hereshy bars.

(Nice pun, DD )

Unfortunately, Max's augmented bottom started short-circuiting due to the moisture from the Fire Swamp. It switched over to "bounding" mode and stayed jammed there. So Max went lolloping over the landscape- 30 meters at a time!!! It was sure to explode from the overload of energy soon...

Fortunately, Max took a highly-mobile deuce, thus averting disaster.

Unfortunately, Mad Max the Blown out Assed Zombie Ogryn was getting tired of running from this Inquisitor.

Fortunately, even in Max's pea-sized brain the idea of talking to an Inquisitor face to face was red-flagged with a "DO NOT DO THIS UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!!1!1" impulse.

He also remembered that he had appropriated a mysterious chip from his previous encounter with an Inquisitor somewhere on page 3 and (what do you know!) it was still in his pocket! Maybe that's what the Inquisitor was after?

Rather than asking the new-and-very-curious Inquisitor about this face to face (which, as mentioned, was red-flagged), he scribbled out a note: "Du U Wunt Ur Chup Buck?" (for some reason forgetting that there are vowels other than "u") and pinned it to a tree.

Unfortunately Max PINNED the chup to a tree instead of using Blu-tack, sellotape or even Ogryn snot.

When the Inquisitor found the chup it had a hole right through it. He waxed exceedingly wroth against the miscreant Max.

RiTides wrote:...he scribbled out a note: "Du U Wunt Ur Chup Buck?" (for some reason forgetting that there are vowels other than "u") and pinned it to a tree.

Pinned the NOTE or pinned the CHIP?

Fortunately, the Inquisitor was quite confused by this grammatical conundrum, and Max was able to escape.

Unfortunately, a woman driver hit Max head on with her Honda while doing her makeup in the rearview mirror

HAH!

Fortunately, in a match involving an Ogryn vs a small Honda, the ogryn will always win. The car was wrecked and Max walked away unscathed.

Unfortunately, the crash had given the Inquisitor time to catch up.

Fortunately, the Inquisitor suddenly noticed the Outrageous Tech-Heresy of the aforementioned Honda, and stopped to Investigate.

Unfortunately Max decided to stop and help him.

Fortunately, the driver climbed out of the wreck and started screaming at Max, blaming him for the crash. Her boundless stupidity (which was so severe, it made Max look good) caused the Inquisitor's head to explode.

(What, No Handbag bashing? You dissapoint me metallifan... )

Unfortunately, this caused the Inquisitors Bound Deamon to become unbound, and it proceeded to attack both of them.

Fortunately, Max grew tired of sitting and crushed the Daemon under his behind.

(LOL @ Grotzooka! You're right about how I intended the grammar, I even edited it to try to make that more clear... dam pronouns )

Unfortunately... I currently have nothing else to add (so I guess we're still on "unfortunately)

Unfortunately, the late Inquisitor's trusty band of Acolytes sprang from the bushes, guns a-blazing!

Fortunately, the 'a-blazing'guns were literally on fire, which was not a good situation for the Acolytes to be in.

Unfortunately, they smelled like bacon, and when Max bit one he burned his tongue.

Fortunately, the other Acolytes learned a valuable lesson at the hands of their now crispy bitten dead compatriot. So they decided to run in the other direction.

Unfortunately, they ran right into the bushes, tripped over and set it all on fire.

Fortunately, Max had marshmallows with him, and used the fire to roast them.

Unfortunately, the fire had spread out of control, and Max was trapped in an ever-shrinking patch of ground, surrounded by flame. To make matters worse, the surviving Acolytes were stuck in the ring with him, and were still trying to kill him.

Fortunately, Max remembered that he had a tube of Prep-H in his pocket from a long time ago, and used it to put out the burning ring of fire. The Acolytes were eternally greatful

Wow, that was a hell of an escape.

Kudos!!