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That was serious...

So I have not said what I do and seeing this crowd I think it best I tell you before someone comes to the conclusion that I am a hit man, which I'm not.

I am a hunter form Pokke village, but I hunt more than any old beast I hunt giant monsters.

*Voice cracks*

*Cough* *Clears throat* Hey wanna see my massive sword?

...Marine...?

*simply rolls his eyes and mutters to himself*
fething Soritas...

*Simply walks to the hall and takes a seat near his fellow guardsmen, where all the cool kids are at*

*half kilo steaks and a large several pint ale flaggon is waiting with a full size razor sharp my first battle axe each*

Marine.... Your lucky to live . Don,t forget that.
*fortress gates lock behind*

Ugh, from stuck up Chaos Astartes to Soritas to people calling me -marine-

...Eugh, such a degrading term 'Marine'. Can't even find the effort to use my real unit name...

I don't think its luck. Yarrick here is what really saved me, though he did have some help from his friends.

*Looks back down at nails*

Like seriously, who painted these? It pretty good if I'm to be honest...

*Scoots over closer to Yarrick*

*Rests head on his shoulder*

*Lifts head slightly*

I was talking to the guy thats double your size. Not you. You, I can kill, the other guy...Not so much...

*shouts off battlements so loud everyone can hear*

PETURBO LORD OF IRON!
*mutters to self, 10,000 years they fething forget you....*

*leans back and yells using a vox amplifier so Jhe could hear*

Corporal of the '107th I don't give a S**T Regiment!'

*Quickly dives into cover out of sight*

*Laughs*

*Looks at TPH*

I like you. Your funny. Just don't go and die ok?

*peeks out from behind a box*

Well, ma'am, I'm a Kasrkin, dying is not in my nature... For the most part.

OOC: Feel free to refer to me as Hunter or just pla, btw. Its what I usually go by.

*boom of a artillery firing and a shell cuts a grove down hunters helmet and explodes in the wilderness *

*hacks his vox to play only play trololololol on repeat for eternity *

OOC Kay mate.

Bic I have no idea what that is, but thats good to know.

*Continues eating the steak with Yarrick*

*Eats about a quarrter of the steak before pushing the plate forward*

Feth that, thats too much for me...Anybody want some Steak?

*Sees everybody in Hall shake their heads*

Ok...

*Throws steak on ground, where it is quickly envelopped by puppies*

*Puppies overflow over Amelia and Yarrick*

NOT GOO-

*Puppy pile*

*ducked back down and grumbled as he slipped another helmet on and punched his vox silent.*

DAMN YOU HERETIC!!!!

*shakes his hand and grumbles something in High Gothic then pops back up*

Oh! Kasrkins are the elite of Cadia! Sworn defenders of the Planet... Cadia. And the elite of the elite.

*Puppy pile slowly envelops pla*

*Through occasional gaps in the mass of fur*

GE- -UT WHI-E Y-- -AN!

*vox self repairs and powered by warp only plays it louder now adding interludes of Rebecca black and Paris Hilton songs mixed with spund of nails on a chalk board(yYp that heretical)

*stands up from the puppy pile,climbing onto a stack of crates and shoves the vox into his plasma gun*

Alright, he asked for it.

*blasts the vox over Jhes head so he was plagued with the music*

*catches vox and makes it play moterhead ace of spades and walks deeper into fortress*
Ooc
Style!

*Puppy pile grows and grows*

*Completely envelops the Hall*

*Speading over to jhe's fortress*

*More and more puppies add to the fluffy goodness of the pile*

Why... Are there... So many pu- Oh yeah... Fenris.

*Thunderwolves join in the puppy pile*

*Space Wolves join in*

*Pile grows to immense size*

*Jhe is caught in the pile*

Of all the..... *muffled sound*

Ooc goodnight

OOC Night Jhe.

Bic *Puppy pile goes over pla*

*lays in the pile of puppies*

...Could be worse.

*Puppy pile is now visible from space*

*Has now covered an entire continent*

*Floating on top of the puppy pile, confused out of my minds*
*In the distance, a time-displaced Verviedi clone can be spotted kicking a puppy*

*Sees puppy pile*

NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE!

*Starts running*

NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE!

*Pile is catching up*

*Absorbed by puppy pile*

*pops his head out of the pile*

I blame heretics!

*pops back down*

*Z15 is eventually caught by the pile*

*Puppies start pulling Verviedi down*

ARGGGHHHHAAA.

*Being lightly nibbled on by puppy's*

SO ITS A FIGHT THEN!

*Tries to pull out Sword and fails*

NO I CAN'T DEFEAT THEM WITH CONVENTIONAL METHODS.

NOOOOOOO----

*Muffled screaming*

Hah! Carapace armour saves the dutiful Guardsman again!

*OT sees ever growing pile of puppies and pulls out phone*

(Speaking into phone) Ra, I see a business opportunity incoming. By up all the puppy chow you can find then double the price and put it at the front of the store!

OOC: New guy, I'm Overlord Thraka. I run a store the size of the moon called orkmart. We sell everything and my employees are bird gods and other mythological bird things