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Dude, this is so hilarious its not even funny . . . . .

Awesome

Made me lol

Glad to see you finally started your Zork blog. Nice work thus far, can't wait to see more.

hehe, Nob Zombie [/pun]

P4NC4K3 wrote:hehe, Nob Zombie [/pun]

You have no idea what you have unleashed apon the world

Right guys sorry for the double post but i have some poorly written fluff for you some old some new.

Gazgrub hated orks.
The foolish oafs stank of fungus beer, charred squigflesh and their own excrement yet seemed happy to gloat over the fires of wrecked tanks and the carcasses of foes. They mindlessly hack at corpses despite the lack of any signs of life in a barbaric attempt to gain trophies while others hammer away at scrap metal in the hopes of miraculously creating a functional piece of technology, a feat illogical yet often attained. They torture, bully and kill their grot servants and occasionally each other over trivial matters or simply for fun. And that is why Gazgrub had spent the previous years of his short grot life preparing. Preparing, plotting and planning for the day he would take revenge on his orkish masters for the cruelties they inflicted upon him, and more importantly for ignoring his genius.

At the end of a hole that was previously the burrow of what seems to be a hopper-squig lay Gazgrub’s lair and within it stood a small wooden table, on this table was what appeared to be a simple orb of copper that shone with a radiant green glow and next to it several bottles of carefully distilled squig poison. The bottles were constructed of a particularly thick and strong glass, for the chemicals within the squigicide ironically killed the fungus that gave the very green skins who created it their robust natures and when distilled to the level Gazgrub had provides a potent method of killing his masters, for this was exactly Gazgrub’s plan; to kill his brutish masters and force them to serve him in undeath via his true masterpiece.
The phylactryx.

As Gazgrub slinked through camp with more malicious agility than even the foulest denizens of the empyrean could muster he took a final glance at the dystopian society surrounding him; the pigs had prepared a brobdignagian feast of slaughtered and barely cooked members of the imperial guard which they were to down with copious amounts of fungus ale, a fact key to Gazgrub’s plan, which was stored in huge kegs constructed of tanned squiggoth hides behind the main mess hall where the boss had his quarters and this was precisely where Gazgrub was heading for with poison in tow.

“Oi! Listen up you grots!” bellowed Sunda Deffskul, warboss of the appropriately named Deffskulls Butcha’s, “I want to make somefing zogging clear alright?” to which the hall of ravenous orks responded with naught but silence “these pansy ‘umies we slaughta’d today were noffing, tomorrow we got none ovva than somma dem space marines for us to butcha! But before dat we need to get rid of all dis brew!” – a raucous cheer shook the clumsily constructed foundations of the hall as hundreds of boys raised their mugs and began to chug away, a cold and intensely disconcerting laugh cut through the sounds of slurping as the orks finish their ale, not the deep and throaty chuckle of an ork but the maniacal laughter of grot. Sunda felt his throat tighten and began to claw at his throat, almost as if following the example of their boss the other orks promptly did the same while violently coughing blood then fell to the floor; Gazgrub looked at the wheezing brutes with distain as the warboss let out his last words “a zoggin grot?”.

C+C anyone? ill add a little more soonish.

Really great, but in the Ork-ish spirit I expected Gazgrub to be backstabbed by an even smarter Grot who saw his scheme or somehow his plan backfire on him.

EDIT: Also, at least tell us what's your plan on the Color palette.

Dakkadood wrote:Really great, but in the Ork-ish spirit I expected Gazgrub to be backstabbed by an even smarter Grot who saw his scheme or somehow his plan backfire on him.

EDIT: Also, at least tell us what's your plan on the Color palette.

Necrotic grey skin, purple cloth, large amounts of rust and the occasional yellow accent.

Not really orky but I like it .

EDIT: dont worry, it does backfire

well that was a tough 2 months
My parents divorced, i moved house AND had no internet so im afraid to say i havent done alot zork wise :(
However im currently in aylsebury working so expect updates relatively soon guys
Sorry this post has no content.

corpsesarefun wrote:Hey guys Finished the montey python and the holy grail black knight style zork, Da Blak Git.

"I've had worse."
"Your arm's been cut off!"
"No it hasn't."
"Yes it has!It's right there on the floor!"
"No it isn't. I can still fight. How about it then!"

corpsesarefun wrote:Hey guys, some more stuff for you

First a WIP ork boy,


And also a finished rokkit boy

siamese orks!
that rokkit launcher reminds me of hots shots part deux- the boxing glove rocket launcher.
Nice work!

lol necro thread in a zombie ork thread. Win!

I thought "Well, he hasn't finished the army- what happened?"

Corpses, I demand more Zorks!
You said you didn't give them up earlier today, so I expect some progress!

Battle Brother Lucifer wrote:Corpses, I demand more Zorks!
You said you didn't give them up earlier today, so I expect some progress!

As do I!

WE WANT ZORKS!

WE WANT ZORKS!

Dakka need more zombie ork.

ZORKS!

WE NEED BRAAAAAAAAI- er, ZOOOOOOOORKSSSSS!

Let's bonbaonbardlement him with demanding PM's!

yes, lets

if you don't mind, i'm totally stealing the one with the ork boy upside down with knives for legs