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Slashchnuf Got up and left his home and headed to the runty Squig to sign up desk, After a long walk he reach the arena but a large group surrounded by ork boyz.
"Get outz of my wey you weak grots!" He yelled slamming his way through to sign the form.
"I'm here for the battle!" Yelled Slashchnuf
"Zign here." The ork pointed to a bit of paper or it looked like paper, Slashchnuf lifted his claw and slammed it on the paper.
"There!" He said then walked into the arena.

**the runty squig, Out back**
Da rulez fer the turneement are simple, you are sposed to knock da uvver person out. You can do dis wif choppin only. No shooty stuff. First round has slashnuf against Hezgob.

ORK
Name: Grimlock
Type: Boyz
Age: 17
Discription:

Wargear: Long knife and Shoota


Grimlock was circling the outskirts of the camp, restless and agitated due to his kill being stolen by some git while hunting and when he challenged the lousy stealing git he got bruised and battered for his troubles.

As he rounded a tent he came across a fight between two orks, a crowd had already gathered to watch the scene and small grots were running around gathering bets on who would win and giving the money to their master. "Wats goin on?" Grimlock inquired to an ork infront of him.

"They iz fightin over a tooth, ee sez that its iz, and ee sez its iz, so they iz fightin ova it" The ork said, looking over his shoulder as he spoke to Grimlock so that he could still watch the carnage unfold as the two orks screamed and battered each other with their bare fists.

Grimlock chuckled to himself as one of the orks suddenly roared in trimuph, raising his hand in the air and holding the tooth and taunting the defeated ork on the floor. Grimlock waded into the middle, grinning wildly.

"Congrats on winnin your toof, or should I say, my toof!" Grimlock said, still grinning as he lamped the triumphant Ork in the face, knocking him unconcious and then picking up the tooth. The orks surrounding him howled in laughter as Grimlock then walked out of the circle with his prize, leaving a ork out cold on the dirt floor. As he walked away he heard the loud call for people to sign up for a competition

"Diz sounds like fun" He said to himself and headed in the direction of the announcement

'Mekboy! Were iz my Power Klaw!'
'Well,' the mekboy began, 'I have it 'ere, but first Im gonna need to get every part out it, and then put it back together, see?'
'Dats better don fast, mekboy!'
As Heabbutta (the name is not because he smashes in heads. Butter on his head.) walked away, he heard some screamings. 'Soundz fun!'

The clanging of the dok cyber leg could be heard by everyone in the Rusty Squig as he walked through the crowd yelling,
"Oi, which one of you gets wantz to get some new eyeballz!"
(he makes a living putting cybork parts on orks)

"Iz intrested!" Came a cry from Grimlock over the hoards of Orks assembling nearby for the competition.

Grimlock started to walk against the flow of walking orks as he headed towards the Rusty Squig, placing his large hands in orks faces and shoving them out the way yelling "Gerroff!!!" as several orks went head first into the muddy ground, with others being sensible enough to keep out of Grimlocks way.

As he approached the Dok he lifted a small leather pouch to him "I az got 15 tooths. I wantz an i-bonik eye and a new right arm az I got injued in a fight!". Grimlock stood there motionless, his natural grin showing as he awaited the doc's answer.



(spelling mistakes made on purpose)

Ubzgob snickered as the squabble began in his domed pit. he saw a short glimpse of the doc and then began moving out that way to figure out what that git wanted with his paying "kustomers"

"He he he, excellent, now... come dis way into me humbal abode" Said The Dok as he lead Grimlock out of the main bar area into a corridor with several doors of various shapes

"Allrite, so i only got three ams dat would fit you at da moment...iv been needen a new mek eva since...err never mind" said the dok " first we got dis one..."

Splezork lifted a robotic arm about the size of Grimlocks own arm onto the table, the only difference being the hand had enormous razor sharp talon (like a raptor talon) where the fingers should be.

"I gerenteez dat this is gona swing fasta den an angry squig chacen after a grot, plus dem talons we cut through even da hardest letha." (basically a weak lightning claw)

"Tthen we got dis butey, da mekboy who i ripped this off of called it da Dakkazork...or somthing... dun really care. but with this thing you will neva be with out ya favorate shoota, YOU"

This second arm was the same size of the first but the hand was small and only really equipped to hold things and preform rudimentary tasks. however, the forearm was covered in all sorts of short range guns( small shoota, bigger shoota, small burna, grot prod, Rocket?!?! ect.( use the exotic guns at your own discretion))

[i]"its pretta studry so i fink you can give sombody a good cloberin wif it if ya run outa shooty."[/i]

[i]"But if youz not a shooty type and you just like to push people around, den this last arm might be fo you"[/i]

The third arm was fairly large compared to the other two "ive seen som boys punch fru two feet of brick wall withf on of these things" said the dok. (consider it a weak power fist )

"So, those are yer choices, pick one and ill give you an eye dat matches it"

The Dok waited while Grimlock looked each arm over trying to decide what one, if any he would pick.

((The Dok is somewhat known for being a little sneaky, and an average ork boy will seem to get something super cheep off the dok only to have something backfire later on (Will not happen in all cases)))

**the runty squig**

ubzgob kocked franticly on the dok's door and yelled "OY! WOT YOO DOIN WIF ME PAYIN KUSTOMERZ" he then proceded to continue yelling "DA DEAL WAZ YOU GET DA ARENA WASHOUTZ NOT PEOPLE I AINT DUN WIF!!!"

"Ehh, nevamind him...es always been a stick in da mud"
said The Dok as Ubzgob continued yelling outside the door

**the rusty squig**

Ubzgob continued slamming on the door "EEEZ STILL MINE GIVE IM BAK!!" ubzgob then realized his intimidatiton was far to loud for store hours upom hearing a loud crash as some "art" fell off of an adjacent wall "WATCH YER BACK IM COMIN FER YA LATER DOK!!!" he screamed as he walked off in his chair. the new batch of squig ale needed checkin anyways

**The Rusty Squig**

Grimlock rubbed his chin thoughtfully, completely ignoring the arguement between the Dok and the other Ork. "I'll pick dem there" Grimlock said, pointing to the third arm and fancying some punching power.

"Be quick dok, Iz got me a fight to get too in da arena"

'Wo'z wanna fight!?' Headbutta screamed to everyone around him, especially towards Uzgob. 'Im in need of sum teeth!'

**the squgledome arena, aka "out back" behind the rusty squig**

ubzgob returned to hear the challenge and went to his private stand yelling into a special stadium microphone "How Bout You Fight da new an improoved GOBZILLA!" he then went to the town intercom "Hes Big, ee has stolen yer hearts 7 times over the almighty, all powerful killing machine, GOBZILLA!!!! at the Rusty Squig Arena in 5 minuites" suddenly an ear shattering "RAAAAAARRRGH" shook the arena as Ubzgob smiled and the kill-barriers raised to protect the audience. inside the arena floor grots opened doors and pulled out turret emplacements from the walls a large gate on the west side of the floor was being manned by grots and the other entrances were being locked down tight as nails.

"Heh Heh Heh... Alrighty numba two...err three it is..." exclaimed the dok "now, say Encyclopedia Britannica."

"encykrop....." Started when all of a sudden the Dok pulled out a small dart shoota and shot Grimlock in the neck with a Tranquillizer dart. The ork went "ERRKK" and then he was out cold and fell to the floor with a THUD.

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Grimlock awoke a short time later with the arm and an new eye successfully "installed" in him.

"Alright buddy, heres da deal" sad the dok, behind him stood a fairly large, heavily modified nob with the name tag EGOR stitched to his shirt. "da 15 teef you have me was enough to pay for de new eye you got, but diss here arm is a bit more expensive"

Iit costs about 50 teef... now befoz yoz sayz anyfing, i am gona let you keep da arm, but herez da deal. iyouz said dat youz gona go sign up fo da fight thats going to in just a bit. well I'll be betttin me teef on you... you turn my 15 teef into more, and give me some of your winnings ,as intrest on dis here loan, and ill consida us even"

"Howevea, you dont win me any monies, i mayz have to "Repossess" dis here punching arm, and i charge extra for stitchen back on your normal squishy arm"

"So, we gots a deal?" The dok asked as he smirked, knowing Grimlock had no choice but to take the deal

(Translation: fight in the arena and win the Mad Dok Teeth, or he'll take back the cybork arm and charge you extra for reattaching your old one)
(( The dok is one hell of a loan shark ))

ll the sudden, inspiration came inside the head of Headbutta.
Teeth was what he wanted. Where could he find much teeth... The arena? No. Bad Moonz have much teeth.. Bad Moonz live in other villages.. One of them is nearby... Idea!
'Wo of you lot is ready to loot sum Bad Moonz?!' he yelled trough the village.

**the squggledome arena**

*"you know da prize is free drinks fer a monf and 7 buckets of teef**

((OOC POST))
(( we should set a standard of what Teeth are actually worth...))

(( how many teeth per bucket 30?, 50? ,100?))

((any ideas on this would be helpful as i am not really sure what to charge people))

((The standard i have set now is basically 15T for a bionic eye and 50T for a robotic arm, dose this seem fair, or dose that seem like it would be really cheep?))

((really cheep, id charge a mouthful for the eye and a bucket or so for the arm, but wotever the gm/dm says is the value is wot ill work with and im thinking like 300-400 in a bucket))
((we are orks money is good so charge the most to get gud cash and cheep enough to keep em coming back))
(therefore 4 teef a pint, and 8 teef a quart and 20 fer a gallon))
((somewhere along the lines of 6-9 buckets of teef fer a trukk depending in quality))

((OOC - This is from Lexicanum))
Link

Orks use their teeth ("teef") as currency. This is quite a natural solution to inflation and income support, as Orks regrow their "teef" in a similar manner to sharks, replacing them quite frequently. They degrade over time so it is impossible to hoard them. This keeps prices constant, ensures all Orks have access to money and allows constant values to be placed on commodities. A toof will buy a good squig pie and a tankard of fungus beer, while a bag of teef will buy a cheap Warbuggy. A big flash Battlewagon could cost a Warboss hundreds of teef.

((thank you, good refrances for me to work with))

((yes, thats a good refeerence.))

((Shall we continue my trapped nob headbutta))

((trapped? ))

thenoobbomb wrote:((trapped? ))

zman111 wrote:**the squgledome arena, aka "out back" behind the rusty squig**

ubzgob returned to hear the challenge and went to his private stand yelling into a special stadium microphone "How Bout You Fight da new an improoved GOBZILLA!" he then went to the town intercom "Hes Big, ee has stolen yer hearts 7 times over the almighty, all powerful killing machine, GOBZILLA!!!! at the Rusty Squig Arena in 5 minuites" suddenly an ear shattering "RAAAAAARRRGH" shook the arena as Ubzgob smiled and the kill-barriers raised to protect the audience. inside the arena floor grots opened doors and pulled out turret emplacements from the walls a large gate on the west side of the floor was being manned by grots and the other entrances were being locked down tight as nails.

((yes trapped, as in locked inside of my arena until you fight GOBZILLA!))

((OOC, haven't forgot the RP, just waiting to get out of .. surgeree ))

Someone can kill me off i've went off this sorry.

((will do black templar, i will kill you in the arena later , and hellsguardian, yoo already out))

((srry for double post but i need to keep things rolling))

"and now introducing to the squiggledome arena on the far side of our big bad gate Slashchnuf and Headbutta! (the crowd cheers a little) On that side is our Big Bad Gate, out of which will come your beloved GOBZILLA!!!" (the crowd cheers very, very loudly) *thud* *thud* *thud* thud* suddenly a very loud "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGH! shakes the arena as the Big Bad Gate creaks open to reveal a massive huge-gobbed monster sitched together out of dead orks with teeth the size of large orks. on its back was a massive clear tank of steroids with tubes running into is popping veins.

((allright, Ill try to go on with that when I have tim!))