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Chowderhead wrote:Being 15 Rocks! No booze, no car, no Girlfriend, social outcasted, YEAH!

I'm dead in the inside

Well actually, as a point of grammar it would actually be 'socially outcasted', but whatever.

Anyway..

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Anyway..

time for event?
just kidding
i changed some stuff on previous ic post, just fyi

Devastator wrote:i changed some stuff on previous ic post, just fyi

Which IC posts?

its on page 7
its pretty much downgrading on his gear

Player Event: The Emperor Protects - Part One

Inquisitor Marcus Profugus studied the holographic display in front of him with great interest. Things were looking bad. Though several regiments of Imperial Guard were engaged in the battle for the gargantuan, cavernous sections of the Hulk they were currently occupying, there seemed to be no end to the Ork reinforcements; their numbers swelling with every passing minute.
"How many men do we have engaged?" Marcus asked one of the officers next to him.
"Almost twenty-thousand foot soldiers; though estimates suggest that we may have already lost as many as four thousand," the man replied darkly.
The Inquisitor, despite his stereotypical unshakable mindset, raised an eyebrow in surprise. He had fought Xenos countless times before.. but he had never seen anything of this insane magnitude. The fighting had only been going on for five hours, and if they continued to lose troops at the current rate their forces would be spent by the morning.
"And what of the Orks? How numerous are their accursed forces?"
"Projections show that we're facing a horde of at least thirty thousand, perhaps more," the Officer replied, a shiver running down his spine as if it was painful to say the words. It almost was.
Marcus nodded contemplatively. Looking across the holographic display once more, he noticed their western-most line was held by the woefully outnumbered Ousian 23rd. Three-thousand men. Only three-thousand against almost triple their own number. The odds were not good. That wasn't even factoring in casualties; according to the display they had lost close on a third of their men already. Multiple requests for armored support from desperate and angry Ousian commanders flashed on the display, but they were all unanswered and all at least two hours old. Marcus wasn't surprised. Firstly, armored support had already been sent to their positions, but it had been entirely destroyed. Secondly, the Orks were well and truly amongst the Guardsmen in many places, so he was certain that the commanders were now too busy trying to hold their battle lines to be demanding support anymore.

He looked at their other forces - there were the Ousian 21st who were defending their current location - the strategic command of the Imperial forces itself - and they weren't doing too badly. However the Orks continued to charge at them madly and wrack their lines with dozens of crude artillery positions. For the most part, however, this was their most stable front. But Marcus knew that if the others fell, this position would be quickly overrun.

Their eastern forces were composed of the 8th Perciprian Dragoons heavy infantry and the 3rd Reth drop-troopers, who were currently doubling up as an airborne hit-and-run surgical strike force, swiftly elimination small, vulnerable Ork targets before moving on. The 9th and 10th Perciprian regiments were going to be landing soon, which was definitely good news - a further eight-thousand heavy infantry was to be a very welcome sight. But where was the bloody armor? They needed tanks, Emperor damn it, and the Orks were taking full advantage of the Imperial's lack of armored support.
"When are we going to get armor reinforcements, Lord-General?" He addressed the overall commander of the Imperial Guard forces directly.
"Inquisitor," Lord-General Allanus turned to reply, "The Hikkian 17th are en route, eager to avenge their fallen company I might add."
"Excellent, but when they arrive have the Perciprian reinforcements accompany them; we can't allow the Orks to eliminate our armor before it even reaches the battlefront this time."
"Agreed, I was just thinking the same," replied the venerable tactician.
"What time can we expect them to arrive?" Marcus asked.
"Unfortunately, they are due to arrive tomorrow morning."
Marcus cursed quietly under his breath. "That means we'll have to hold out overnight. As I'm sure you're well aware, our eastern forces - the Ousian 23rd - are set to crumble within the next eight or so hours; by the evening that front will be lost unless we reinforce them."
The Lord-General nodded in agreement, "True, but I have decided upon a plan of action. When the 9th and 10th Perciprian Dragoons arrive in two hours, we will lead a mass counter-attack, combining their strengths with the Ousian 21st, in an attempt to destroy the Orks attacking our position. Once we have accomplished that, we can set our goals to relieving the embattled Ousian 23rd."
"A risky strategem, Lord-General, which will be both costly in time and life. Do you really believe we can accomplish this before the west falls?"
"Inquisitor, we have little choice but to hope we can and have faith in victory. The Emperor protects."
All officers within earshot repeated the phrase, simultaneously speaking and making the sign of the Aquila over their chests.
"Indeed he does, but it's men that win wars at the cost of their own blood," the Inquisitor said, the grim truth of the statement not lost upon any of the officers.
"If this gamble doesn't pay off, then we may as well just consign our souls to the Emperor now and put a Las bolt through our brains. It'd save time," moaned a junior liaison officer from one of the various regiments stuck in this meat-grinder. A single shot rang out from across the hologram display board, hitting the liaison officer square in the eyes, taking his head off messily. All eyes in the room turned to the intimidating form of Lord Commissar Praxuss, who holstered his smoking Bolt pistol without a word. "Carry on," he said quietly. Slowly, the command centre regained its chaotic atmosphere; everyone working all the harder after the execution that had just occurred. A small Servitor appeared quickly to clean up the mess.
"Well gentlemen, there you have it. I think that-"
"Lord-General!" Came an anxious shout from across the room.
"What is it?" Allanus spun on the spot to look at the speaker, angry at being interrupted. The whelp had better have a good reason for his rudeness, or else he'd have Praxuss expend another round. The communications officer stood to attention and offered a curt salute. "Sirs," he glanced nervously around at the mighty Imperial heroes that gazed back at him with mild interest, "We just received a transmission, Emperor bless us, reinforcements have just arrived!"
The interest of the commanders peaked instantly. Lord-General Allanus was the first to speak, "Is it the Perciprian Dragoons? They're not scheduled to arrive for another two hours!"
"No sir, even better!" The excited communique officer exclaimed.
"Well have out with it boy, who is it?" Marcus ordered.
The officer handed him the data-slate that recorded the message, explaining vaguely as he did so, "Angels sir! The Emperor has sent his Angels to save us!"

Inquisitor Marcus Profugus smiled. "I think this war just turned in our favor."

hmmm...Angels? You mean blood angels?

nice event by the way.

It could also mean DA or marines in general
decent event btw

Scrazza wrote:nice event by the way.

Devastator wrote:decent event btw

The almighty GM demands praise of greater magnitude to appease his literary ego!

The Cult Of Scrazz will not recognize the Might Of The GM, for the Might of Scrazz is Mightier.

Scrazza wrote:The Cult Of Scrazz will not recognize the Might Of The GM, for the Might of Scrazz is Mightier.

No it isn't!

Player Event: THE GM IS MIGHTIEST!

Scrazza dropped dead as Darkvoidof40k shot him with his Titan pistol, which is just a Titan that has a trigger attached.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Scrazza wrote:The Cult Of Scrazz will not recognize the Might Of The GM, for the Might of Scrazz is Mightier.

No it isn't!

Player Event: THE GM IS MIGHTIEST!

Scrazza dropped dead as Darkvoidof40k shot him with his Titan pistol, which is just a Titan that has a trigger attached.

http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/361231.page

Scrazza wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Scrazza wrote:The Cult Of Scrazz will not recognize the Might Of The GM, for the Might of Scrazz is Mightier.

No it isn't!

Player Event: THE GM IS MIGHTIEST!

Scrazza dropped dead as Darkvoidof40k shot him with his Titan pistol, which is just a Titan that has a trigger attached.

http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/361231.page

Your feeble thread means nothing! I am the mightiest! Only the mightiest of mighty people could invent Shadow, after all!

Yep, got you on that one.

Anyway..

Obviously, they are space marines of some sort.

Good stuff, this is getting really interesting! But we must go faster! I yearn to sink Warklaw's axe into the beakies!

Interesting, got 500-error while trying to post.

Can we has moar events?

WARORK93 wrote:Obviously, they are space marines of some sort.

Good stuff, this is getting really interesting! But we must go faster! I yearn to sink Warklaw's axe into the beakies!

If he survives..


Beware the weakly armored, poorly trained, smelly, flashlight-armed soldiers of the Imperial Guard!

Hm. I might do another event later. It's a nice day so I feel inspired.

Guard FTW!

*victory dance*

Scrazza wrote:Guard FTW!

*victory dance*

"Oi, you! Get back in yo grave!" Said the corpse patrol to Scrazza.

No can do.

Scrazza wrote:No can do.

"Oh, HELL NO!"

The Corpse Patrolman pulls out his power spade and beats Scrazza back into the dirt.

Scrazz ignores gravity, and jumps up, fists raised in defiance. He slams his Aegis armored boots in Darko's groin, shattering his...'plot armor'.

Scrazza wrote:Scrazz ignores gravity, and jumps up, fists raised in defiance. He slams his Aegis armored boots in Darko's groin, shattering his...'plot armor'.

Are you trying to kill your character?

Enough spamming in my thread, damn your souls to the warp!

But, I can't rp anymore! it's so boring...Plus, I've got a couple of ideas for three or four new RPG.

Scrazza wrote:But, I can't rp anymore! it's so boring...Plus, I've got a couple of ideas for three or four new RPG.

Don't you dare! Also, PM me, I am interested.

will send PM

So... Uh...

What the feth is going on between you and Scrazz? Do you two have repressed emotions for eachother?

Do you two need to make out, or something?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

WARORK93 wrote:Obviously, they are space marines of some sort.

Good stuff, this is getting really interesting! But we must go faster! I yearn to sink Warklaw's axe into the beakies!

If he survives..


Beware the weakly armored, poorly trained, smelly, flashlight-armed soldiers of the Imperial Guard!

Warork is nice to master, not like mean old Scrazz, Warork helps master with many good RPs, yessss.....

But in all seriousness, my plot armor's got to be at least as thick as Scrazz's by now

four new portable rocket variants?

Chowderhead wrote:So... Uh...

What the feth is going on between you and Scrazz? Do you two have repressed emotions for eachother?

Do you two need to make out, or something?

Pschaw!

*slaps Chowdaah*


@Warorkyyyy -

Devastator wrote:four new portable rocket variants?

This man, he has used the unnecessary "brain organ" we all carry but never use.

Your character may have the pleasure of bathing in a event later..