Krump.
The former warboss' skull caved in with a mighty crack, much to the delight of his adversary. Lootbagz turned to the green horde and released a mighty WAAAGH! to the boyz.
He was Boss now.
Boss Gutlugga had been the worst the warband had ever seen. It'd been years since the boyz had seen a decent scrap, and it was all his fault: he was the most glutonous, lazy swine known to ork-kind! Legends of his gargantuan meals spread like wildfire amongst his "followers", like the time he supposedly ate an entire squig herd for breakfast, or those more far-fetched tales of him sitting on a gargantuan squiggoth and swallowing it whole! The worst thing about him, though, according to his boyz, is that he doesn't like fighting. He's become of such a size, even all the boyz under his shado...err, rule...screaming WAAAGH! at the top of their lungs can rouse him from his excessive state. He HAD to go. But no one had the zogs to stand up to him, because despite his lack of marshall prowess, he could take a good beating, and he could crush an 'ard boy with his sheer weight if he wanted to! But there was one boy who was willing to give him a good krumpin': a power (and theft) crazed loota by the name of Lootbagz.
Hey
I've always been a fan of background, and I'm very keen on the idea of writing about the hobby, so I thought I'd start about my Ork warband.
Got loads of ideas, obviously I'll write about battles aand things as time goes on, but I just wanted to see what people thought about my style of writing, and it'll be fun to see if anyone finds they want to know more about Lootbagz (my warboss) and his rise to power
Oh, and by the way, Gutlugga isn't rediculously fat, like moon size, but he's vastly overweight, like Greasus Goldtooth of the Ogre Kingdoms. The whol sitting on a gargant squiggoth bit is just a bit of orky exaggeration