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As the title says, I got this idea were players are Orks doing normal stuff in their village, wich should be quiet amusing as well, Ork life is awsome!
Ofcourse there is a nearby Bad Moonz village to kick teeth out of their mouth, and well, enough to do as Ork

Hoope there is interest, as I will then work it out.
Playable Ork types will be Boy, Mekboy, Nob, Painboy, Loota, Burna, and, if you wish, a grot.

Sheets if you want to join are:

Grot:
Name:
Age:
Description:
Slave off:

Ork:

Name:
Type:
Age:
Discription:
Wargear:

You mean grot.

And I call dibz on a mekboy

Ya I mean grot.

Ork:

Name: Bum Waggah Gruntah
Type: Boy
Age: 9 (quite old)
Discription: green; not very big; unintelligent; ginger; loves throwing grots against walls, untill the smash 'em too hard and blood and vital organs are all over the place.
Wargear: fists, Boltah? (not qutie fimiliar with ork weaponairy)

Allright, I will start with my own

However, Im busy with a different, more interesting Ork rpg.

Grot

Name: Wakem mad muppet
Age: 2
Description: Small, bust lip slightly mad
Slave off: Bum Waggah Gruntah
Wargear: Rusty knife

That is brave indeed!

Oh i have some tricks

Name: Headbutta
Type: Ork Nob, Waaagh!! Banner Bearer
Age: A juicy 47
Discription: Big, violent, not friendly Ork Nob, one of the most richest of all
Wargear: 'eavy armor, shoota, 'uge shoota, iron jaw, stikkbomz, can ride on a bike

Name: Dok Splezrok
Type: Painboy/MAD Dok
Age: 24 (has been almost killed several times but he manages to stich himself back together)
Discription: "a few scalples short of a medkit"(kind of crazy), clever, "smart".
Wargear: Dok's tools, cybork parts, a big syrenge filled with nasty stuff, a cyber-grot orderly named Egor, Poison dart shoota.

makes a liven stitcn orks back together after thay get into a fight, as well as instaling cybork parts.

Name: Ubzgob da shiney
Type: nob (barkeep-arenamaster)
Age: 38
Discription: Tall well built ork who has an unmistakeably loud voice and a thick suit of armor (mega armor)
Wargear: Mega Armor (wif a powah klaw and a shoota like it shud be)

he lives in a 3 story bar/arena/hospital with the town doc

I'm changing mine....

Name: Slashchnuf the butcher
Type: nob (In mega-armour)
Age: 78
Discription: Tall, Strong and a bad attitude
Wargear: Mega Armour, Power claw, looted Space marine missile launcher on shoulder, assault cannon, tau pulse rifle on other shoulder and a bionic eye.
Bio: He is the second biggezr, baddist orkz on the planet and local champion of the arena. He is a member of the Bad moons clan so that means he has a lot of teeth for a lot of stuff. His home is a large looted space marine fortress and he has 2 pet squigs call rough and tumble and 6 grot slaves.

that might as well be a warboss

not really........

his home is a SM fortress!

This thread has the potential for a lot of laughs... i hope it dose not die

It indeed has a lot laughs to be!

This will be fun.

*seriousness* INDUBITABLY! */seriousness*

Alright, were ready to start.

(( YEEEEEE HAAAAAAAW ))

* Da Runty Squig *
"GIT ME DOOR OPEN YA GROT" Ubzgob screamed as he sat down in his "Manigen" seat. The bar was one of the most popular spots in town due to its closeness to the arena and the dok's place dispite its horrific smell. The whole place smelled of blood, squig cr*p, and decaying corpses. The drinkin was good, They opened up early, and their was plenty of fightin to watch or be done. The bar was staffed by Ubzgob (I sit around on my chair, (the chair is a comfy recliner with 4 working mechanical legs)) 2-3 orks and several dozen grots. Tables with small staircases leading to their tops dominated most of the main room of the building's first floor but their was a bar complete with stools and everything. Their was a lot outside to park bikes and a few extra big spots to park trukks Out back was a large domed pit where the fights took place. The arena dungeons were usually inhabited by all manners of squigs and snotlings (with the exeption of the larger breeds) the arena dungeons (also used by the warboss during times of war) were connected to the basement and heavily secured by indoctrinated ork guards. (fank da dok fer dat) The basement was off limits to all exept for himself and the grots under his employment.

*edit* finished post & re-organised post

'Oy!' Headbutta screamed, 'Snik, get ter hell of da banner!'. He grabbed the grot, Snik and threw him at the chair. By 'accident', he sat upon the poor grot. 'Zog! Now me pants are dirty! Gublog, get me new pantz, yer creep! Im gonna visit da mekboyz about my power klaw It better iz finished!'

Name: Hezgob das mad
Type: Burna boy
Age: 20
Discription: Likes nothing more than burning stuff!
Wargear: Burna, 'eavy armour, slugga

Spends his nights by cleaning and maintaining his burna. If anyone asks why he does it, then he will be lighten on fire. Likes laughing, a lot!

"iz you sure dat this is relly nessacary?" Said the ork boy Grom, who was sitting in the Doks imposing opperating chair.

In fact, grom couldent remember how he got there.

"heh hehehe eh, YES..." Said the Dok "Now... we cantz haves you thrashing about... ehem....NURSE".

Out of nowhere a large nob wareing some bloody scrubs steped out behing grom and grabbed his arms.

"Ive got a betta arm fer ya, so youz wont be needen this one anymor"

The nob yanked his left arm out and held it so it was fully extended

"now, im not gonna lie, he he... dis gonna hurt" said the dok as he hefted what looked like a chainsaw coverd in razorblades "he he....A LOT"

Slashchnuf sat in his large chair mad from bits of metal and skulls of things he killed in the arena.

"Heyz Grot gez a fugaz beer................NUW OR I'LLZ CRUSH YA SKULL!" He yelled at his slave, the grot rushed off to fetch a beer for his master and he returned 10 minutes later and give his master his beer. But Slashchnuf grabbed the grot with his power claw and crushed him.

"Ya late!" He laughed. Suddenly a boy came in

"Heyz a fights coming up ya in?" Said the boy

"I'm in!" replied Slashchnuf

Hezgob was lying at his back, cleaning his burna. When suddendly a grot comes screaming in "Hezgod! Das boyz are coming to an bigga...!" He wasn't able to finish his sentence, when he was enfulged in bright flames. Hezgob muttered on how he had to start cleaning again but then he saw an burned piece of paper, lying on the ground. The grot seemed to had tried to bring the letter to him, until his recent "accident". The paper was badly burned, but Hezgob could recognize the words "waagh, war, kill". "Dis sound's like fun!" Hazgob shouted, shooting an torrent of flame into the air, his laugh echoing through the camp.

**the Runty Squig**

Ubzgob broke in over the village speeker systems at about 9:00 AM "Da First round of Da big Battle royal starts at noon sharp!" "Signups end at 11:30, Space IZ Limited so get yer places" He chuckled as he signed his name in bright red ink on the entry form on his lap "Dis Outa be fun!"

"A singup? Woz dat?" Hezgob thought, but couldnt care less if it would get him to a fight. He ran to the Singup boot, setting anything on fire that came in his way. "Iz this das singup place?"Hezgob asked when he arrived. He was given an entry form and asked for signature. "An singature?! Screw it! Iz give you mah thumb!" Hezgob placed his blackened thumb on the paper, leaving an black fingerprint. "Dat should do it! WAAGH!"

**the runty Squig**

Ubzgob shrugged upon seeing the grimy black fingerprint "close enuff, Head on out bak and ill be right there to give ya da rules. Dun Git Eaten by me squiggof tho"

((the name of my shop will be changing periodicly due to me and the dok squabbling quite often ie: "the runty squig" becomes "the runty shoe" and so on and so forth))