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Stabbin' Skarboy






Feedback appreciated
   
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Master Shaper




Gargant Hunting

I like the story, its always nice to see the whole group together. I'm still working on the Warkopter pilot, but its been a difficult task, and my schedule hasn't had a whole lot of time to fit writing into, but I feel like I can finish it relatively soon.

Irishpeacockz-Blackjack needs a pay raise for being the welcomer to the crusade
Palleus-Write a school essay about Kroot! Pride. Prejudice. And Cannibalsim. 
   
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Renegade Kan Killin Orks






Northern Ireland

Great story chazz. Enjoyed Grimsnik's drunken shinnanigens and the pie war! a couple more well placed pie jokes wouldn't've laboured the joke in the slightest. A rousing chorus of "Who ate all the pies?" must be in the ork Repertoir.

My only other request is that you hit that old return key a bit more often. Paragraphs are a reader's best friend. Giant blocks of text... Not so much.

2bj1- I'm sure it'll be well worth the wait.

   
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Stabbin' Skarboy






lol yeah should've separated the writing more, In my defense I wanted to separate the distantly different sections of the story.
   
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Renegade Kan Killin Orks






Northern Ireland

I use a wee string of asterisks for that particular job.

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don't know where I picked it up from but it works for me.

Any plans to put together any miniatures of Gadnuk's Gutrippas?

   
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Master Shaper




Gargant Hunting

It took a lot longer than I planned to get this out, but I'm happy with the end result and would like to thank theCrowe for ideas and suggestions. They helped a lot, and made for a much better character than I could've made by myself.

Larpo WurlyWazz - Da Pilot Episode

In the empty space of the desert, there lies a cemetery of abandoned vehicles and war machines; some orky, others of the Imperium. All were looted and gutted of supplies, left to rot in the sand wastes they died in.

Some orks and squiggly beasts found refuge in this metallic boneyard, finding what little valuables and weaponry that had been left behind, or could be captured from other inhabitants. It is here, in this forgotten wasteland that a true mechanical beast was made; first created by the ramblings of an old ork.

"It's almost perfekt, Moxie. Den I can be free, dem humiez can't keep up wit da Wurlitzer," Larpo WurlyWazz said, while laying a hand on his Squigeon, Moxie. The Squigeon made a noise that was a cross of a snarl and coo, before flying off to find a meal.

Larpo returned to his work, putting on his makeshift welders mask that once was part of a trukk door, and attaching another set of spikes before producing a set of wooden dice and rolling them, saying "red, or green for da spikez?" Larpo looked at the results, before shrugging and saying "green it is den".

Soon enough, the Wurlitzer's exterior began to take the form of Larpo's dream, a feirsome beast of ancient legend, and as it got nearer to completion Larpo became more and more attached to his work.

Unfortunately, that attachment is what led Larpo to not noticing the roar of bikes behind him as the local Speed Freeks arrived.

"Look who it is, boyz. Larpo WurlyWazz, wif a... thingy. What's dis, Larpo? Anuvva humie machine? Ya alwayz waz a git, afta you got away from dat humie prison."

"It's a warkopter" Larpo said, standing defensively in front of the Wurlitzer.

"Doesn't look like it ta me. Da parts do look shiny though. I'll take a look at doze, maybe da mek will want 'em. Or, me bike can go fasta wif 'em." The lead Speed Freek said.

"Boss? Doze partz are scrap. Look cheap ta me." Another ork said before reaching for one of the wings of the Wurlitzer. Something snapped inside of Larpo, and walked right up to him, pulling out a wooden club with studs and dried blood on it.

"Oi! Wats dat?" The ork asked, staring at the club with beady eyes.

"It's me magikk wand. It makes teef disuhpeer" Larpo said before swinging it directly into the ork's face, making him reel back and cough out several teef.

Before the other Speed Freeks could lynch Larpo for this, the Speed Freek Boss spoke up again, saying "He's mine. Leave 'im be," before pulling out his axe. At this point Moxie returned, flying right at the boss's arm and scratching at it, but achieving little besides distracting the boss.

Larpo, showing more cunnin' than brutality of orks, made use of the distraction and fled to the scrap yard's heart. By the time the boss had scared off Moxie Larpo had vanished from sight, disappearing into the maze.

The boss, showing the simplicity of orks, yelled WAAAAGH and charged headlong into the maze, leading his gang after Larpo.

Larpo heard the cry, and kept running, not heeding a single piece of his surroundings, only caring about putting as much distance between himself and the Speed Freeks as he could.

The chase went on for several minutes, and the Freeks had all split up into the maze, ready to catch the local nuisance. Larpo had done his best to hide from them, crawling on all fours and staying in the shade.

"If da sun setz, I can take off wifout dem noticin'" Larpo said, risking a glance to see where the Wurlitzer was.

The quick movement drew one ork's attention, who had been in a blind spot of Larpo's.

"Got ya now, ya git. Da boss wants ta get ya, but you're mine. Get ya back for dat stikk, Larpo." The ork said, flashing his tusks as he went on to explain what he had in mind.

Larpo crawled inside a ruined vehicle, and waited for the ork to wander past, hoping to use his magikk wand once more. Indeed the ork did walk past, and Larpo used his wand to good measure, clubbing the ork repeatedly, crushing its skull. The ork tried to make a sound, but Larpo pulled the ork to ground, forcing his mouth to the sand. Larpo kept swinging until his opponent stopped struggling, and produced the dice once again for another decision. He eyed the set of teef he had claim to, and rolled the dice to see which pair he would grab.

"All of 'em. Me lukky day." Larpo said, and smashed the ork's teef and put them into one of his pockets.

Larpo spit onto the corpse before continuing to the Wurlitzer. After several painstakingly long moments of more meandering, Larpo heard another ork call out, and figured they found the body. By this time Larpo had made it to the Wurlitzer, and hastily threw a duffel bag of supplies into the cockpit, before climbing in himself.

Larpo's hands flew around the console, and the wings and propellers began to come to life, setting Larpo free from the hell he had lived.

"Dere! In da kopter! Shoot 'im down! Git 'im boyz" Larpo heard the boss yell, but it only made him laugh at the boss, whooping back a spew of insults at the Freeks below. Larpo let loose a spew of fire from the nozzles in the front of the Wurlitzer, out of a snout he had made.

"An' it's called a dragon, ya runtz!" Larpo shouted, before turning the kopter towards the open desert. His words were countered with a volley of gublnfire and missiles which mostly missed, but a stray rocket blew up next to a wing, setting it aflame and making the whole thing lose any sense of balance.

Larpo wrestled for control, and continued to make his way deeper into the desert, albeit at a slower pace now.

He flew on as the kopter's propellers did most of the work while the right wing snapped off, making the thing go lopsided as the weight was offset. While he once again fought for control Moxie made her reappearance, landing in a nest of wires which spat out the odd spark.

"Don't suppose ya got extra wingz Moxie?" Larpo asked before snorting with laughter at his own joke, despite the prospect of an imminent crash.

"At least da Freeks are gone," Larpo said, while judging how much further he could fly before leaving a crater in the desert.

His train of thought was cut short when the Wurlitzer shook uncontrollably and plummeted to the ground. Moxie gave a shriek before flying out of the cockpit, and Larpo tried in vain the steer the Wurlitzer. In his panic he shot off the flamethrowers again, which overheated and made a small explosion, causing the Wurlitzer to spin even worse.

Larpo braced himself for the crash, and could've sworn he saw movement in the desert below. Before he could look further into it the Wurlitzer met the ground, and all turned black to Larpo.

"Boss. Da gitz awake." Larpo heard, while slowly opening his eyes and felt a surge of pain in his stomach and legs. A hand grabbed his jaw and an ork forced him to look directly into his eyes.

"What'dya fink you're doin'? Ya almost hit me an' da boyz" the ork said.

"Flyin' boss. I was flyin'" Larpo mumbled. The ork just shook his head before pushing Larpo back down.

"Dat wasn't flyin' dat was crashin'. Lots of it" a second ork said.

"I shuld kill ya right now fer dis. But it's yer lukky day. Ize got some queschuns fer ya. I'm Gadnuk, an' deze orkz is da Gutrippas." Gadnuk said.

"I'm Larpo. Da kopter waz da Wurlitzer. What'dya need, boss?" Larpo said while trying to ignore the growing pain.

"You'ze got some picshures in da... Wurlitzer. Found 'em in a humie bag. Ize got some like dem. You'ze will read 'em, and tell me where ya got 'em."

"Dey from a humie place. I 'scaped from it. Made da Wurlitzer from stuff from da bookz boss." Larpo said, feeling better now that he wasn't in the danger of immenent death.

Gadnuk nodded, before saying to an ork outside of Larpo's view, "Blackrog, get Grimsnik an' get some beer fer dis boy. He needz it".

Larpo smiled at the thought of Squig beer, Gadnuk stopped his happiness quick. "Don't get comfy. You'ze lukky I'm in a good mood. Real good mood. One more fing, we'ze can patch up your Wurlitzer, but you fly fer me now. Got it?"

Larpo nodded vigorously, but immediately regretted it as more pain shot up through him. Gadnuk must've saw it too, because he slapped him on the shoulder and called for a dok they had with them.

"Boss, we'ze get kumpanee. Speed Freeks by da look of 'em, and dey don't look happy!" The ork called Blackrog yelled, while coming into view with a rocket launcher. Another second ork carrying various heavy weapons also showed up, smiling at the though of violence. He hunkered down behind the wreckage of the Wurlitzer, firing away at the Speed Freeks despite them being out of range.

Gadnuk dragged Larpo into a sitting position against a rock, and Gadnuk said "Looks like we'ze got company. Know 'em?"

"Yes boss. I killed one of 'em and took his teef. Dey wanted ta smash da Wurlitzer fer partz." Larpo explained.

"Interestin'. We'll talk 'bout it later. Now, you'ze get a first hand show of me Gutrippas!

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Irishpeacockz-Blackjack needs a pay raise for being the welcomer to the crusade
Palleus-Write a school essay about Kroot! Pride. Prejudice. And Cannibalsim. 
   
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Renegade Kan Killin Orks






Northern Ireland

Loving Moxie the Squidgeon. Every dragon riding wizard ork needs a good flying squig sidekick. Those dice he's using are totally D8's.

   
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Stabbin' Skarboy






Sorry I've been gone for so long, I'm in Mexico visiting family so no wifi. Love the story of Larpo, very well written. And funny you should mention modeling the orks as I have been working on my Gutrippas for a while. When I get back home I will post pictures.
   
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Stabbin' Skarboy






I have truly been impressed by all the stories I've seen here and am excited to continue the Gutrippas saga. But I still encourage participation, I think I listed the Gutrippas at 15 boyz so there are 5 unclaimed spots, or if you like you can expand on an already mentioned character like Grinbad or Grunt (Just noticed there's are a lot of characters whose name starts with G). Or you can go crazy and write about anything related to the stories just have fun.
   
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Grizz and Dizz
"Da Blitza Brothers"

Dolorus Prime, a planet that the Tau seem bent on retaking from the Orks. Warboss Karl KillGore has become frustrated with the Tau's unorky method of Warfare, and has enlisted the help of Kaptin Grinbad and his crew. The small Tau fleet was utterly destroyed by the three massive Ork vessels that Grinbad commanded. The Tau have entrenched themselves and established anti orbital defense. Rendering orbital bombardment impossible.

Our story begins along the western front of the mineral rich mega continent, Where a small Blood Axe camp rests not a mile from the front line.

"I don't know what you've been told". The desert camouflaged Korporal GoreWhirla chanted as he jogged down the compact dirt road of the camp. The line of ork boyz following him replied, "StormBoyz mob be mighty bold". The nob continued the chant "We da ardest of da lot". The smaller orks automatically replied with the words they've heard time and time again, "Make da rest you look like Grots". The nob shouted "Company Hold!" and all the orks came to a stop. The grizzled nob bellowed, "Form a line" and the orks did. The stern looking nob wore a olive drab cover and a pair of aviator shades that did little to hide the scar that had consumed the left half of his face. He inspected his 20 sum StormBoyz, pacing back and forth before he came to a halt at the center of the mob. "Today is a very special day, because today is da day we show dem fish face pansies how we StormBoyz fight."

At the left end of the line stood our two heroes Grizz and Dizz. The two orks were similar in many ways, they both were the same height, both were the same shade of forest green. Their ears were their most obvious difference, Grizz's stuck up while Dizz's ears had a chunk missing where Grizz had bitten him in a fight they had a month ago. The reason of the fight has escaped the two but they both fondly recall the fight itself, both in their own favor. The two were brood brothers, not even a year old. Both orks were wearing blue camouflage trousers like the rest of the mob. Each wore a tan military flat cap, with a silver Blood Axe insignia on the front.

As the nob continued to lecture Grizz whispered to his brother "pst Dizz, pst". Dizz whispered back "Zog off yer gonna get us in trouble again". The nob couldn't hear from his left ear as a stikk bomb had detonated near it, the nob continued to rant "Not 5 months ago you were a bunch of little gitz with no direction in yer lifes, but now I've molded ya into little bundles of death, you are StormBoyz." The mob released a unanimous WAAAGH! Grizz restarted his conversation while the nob continued his speech about how pathetic they were. "You heard bout dat Freebooter dey dun hired" Dizz could no longer resist the temptation to speak "KillGore must be desperate, Greedy old Bad Moon Git wouldn't give a single toof ta save his best mates life". The Korporal heard them. "Grizz, Dizz don't ever talk while I'm talkin". The two orks snapped to attention and repeated in unison "Boss sorry Boss!" Da nob snapped "You will be cus yer gonna be scrubbing da packs of da entire mob". The two ork boyz were annoyed at the prospect of doing Gretchen work. The nob returned to pacing "We got a mission only we can do. Dem Tau boyz got a few of doze damaged Dakka boats dey call Mantas up and Krumpin" The nob swallowed his infinite pride and spoke, "As you may be aware da Boss has enlisted da help of... freebooters. And while it pains me to say it dey got a good plan to take em out"

Meanwhile at the Freebooter Kommando camp Gadnuk has gathered his men and the other nob commanders.

Gadnuk entered the round olive tent and spoke eagerly "Right den now dat everyone is here let's begin". Bekruz commander of the BlitzaSneekas spoke "What about Grunt, shouldn't he be here for dis." Gadnuk laughed "I assigned him to take care of a Tau base way on da over side of da planet". All the orks snickered except the confused Bekruz, "I don't get it". Spitburn commander of the Grindaz replied with a jestful "don't worry bout it it's a Blood Axe fing". Gadnuk called out "Sleekit bring dem blue papers". The Gretchen hopped atop the table pulled a cardboard tube from his coat placed it on the table and tipped his hat to Gadnuk. Bleeda swatted him off the table. Gadnuk laughed and tossed the angry Gretchen a teef pouch. The grot caught the pouch and put it in his boot, as he was about to leave Gadnuk spoke "Yer gonna want to hear dis". The Grot stopped and turned around curiously.

"As you already know dem Tau gitz got those nasty Sky Killas up and runnin. We can't do zog until we get rid of those nasty little kans." Gadnuk unrolled the blue prints. "Dis is da Tau's Airbase, about 40 miles deep into enemy lines. According to Sleekit's reports da Mantas are on a pretty regular schedule, every day at noon da birds land and reload." Gadnuk pointed at another schematic. "Right ere in no man's land da Tau have a automated drone mining facility, da drone takes da minerals straight to da airbase." Some of the Orks began to smile at what Gadnuk had cooking. "We'z gonna hop a ride straight dere from da mine. So me, Fingaz, Blakrog, and Sleekit will slip and jack one of dem hover dollies with Goreslack and three of his huntaz. Da rest of you will have to wait fer the second half of the plan".

Gadnuk and the other orks have snuck their way through the no man's land with the use of ghillie suit. They were able to sneak past the mine's defenses fairly easily avoiding automated turrets and crawling under the facility's walls. There were perhaps 10 guards each received a knife to the back never knowing what hit them. Only the facility's overseer remained. The Kommandos entered the office to find a oddly fat Tau sitting in a reclined chair asleep. The orks had to resist laughing at how pathetic he looked. Gadnuk drew his sluga and fired it into the air waking the scared alien, the Tau began yelling like a mad man. Gadnuk smiled "Fingaz would you kindly tell this git dat dem guards he's hollerin fer are dead." Fingaz spoke in his broken Tau. The portly Tau's eyes widened from fear, likely born from a mixture of Fingaz words and his ability to speak. Gadnuk spoke again "tell him if he preps two containers to be transported, we'll spare him" Fingaz nods and relays the message and the Tau erratically nods his head and presses two buttons that lowered the hovering mineral carts. Gadnuk smiled and put a slug in the Tau's skull, all the orks erupted into laughter for nearly a minute. Gadnuk regained his composure and spoke through chuckles "Alright we got a schedule to keep"

Grizz and Dizz were waiting along with the other stormboyz from their camp at the meeting point with the Gutrippas and the Grindaz. The Huntaz and The BlitzaSneekas were at another location waiting. Bleeda was addressing Gutrippas going over the plan one last time, "We wait for da signal dat Gadnuk and da Boyz have disabled da weapons den we board em wif da Dragon." Grizz and Dizz stood and admired the Warkopta. "Dat turbine right dere is stronger den 10 of our Rokkit packs" Grizz speculated. Dizz responded quickly "Who gives a zog bout da engine look at all dat Dakka dat fing haz". Larpo appeared below the warkopta with a wrench, "Beauty ain't she, built it me self". Grizz looked to the odd ork "You a mek?". The ork spoke flattered "nah just a kommando now, I used to be a paladin though". Larpo rolled his die as he spoke to himself "Dis bit is connected to .... Da Turbo Gyraitor" Diz spoke "so yer a Spanner". Larpo replied "of sorts". It was at that moment Bleeda and Spitburn got word that the mission was under way. Bleeda began yelling at the Gutrippas to load up and move out, as did the Stormboy'z nob.

All was going as Gadnuk had planned. Sleekit got them on board without any Tau noticing, Fingaz figured out which wires to cut to sabotage their targeting systems, and Blakrog placed the bombs on the bay door to blow the hatch. The only thing Gadnuk didn't count on was a trio of battle suit troopers on the inside. Gadnuk got word that his reinforcements were near and whispered to Blakrog. "Blow it on 3, 1 2 3" the bay door blew open grabbing the heavily armoured Tau's attention. Not 3 seconds later the stormboyz began pouring in. Gadnuk and his Kommandos leapt from their hiding spots and attempted to avoid getting hit by the mechs. Korporal GoreWhirla wrestled one of the suits out of the manta and fell with him accelerating toward the ground. Then the rest of the Gutrippas came leaping in off the Dragon. Rippa lit up one of the battle suits causing him to lose power rendering him helpless to Burny's cutting torch, the exposed pilot was than dispatched by a sluga shot from Skagnet. The final battle suit pilot was far more skilled than the other two. The pilot had killed four of the Stormboyz, blasting and smashing away, it knocked Blagnabba and Squeeza down nearly ejecting them from the manta. All the Stormboyz began to retreat when one particular boy was turned to ground meat, all but two Grizz and Dizz. Dizz smiled and said "Ere we go" to which Grizz only replied with a boastful "WAAAGH!". Grizz used his Rokkit pack to slam into the final battle suit dodging fire along the way. Grizz than wrestled with the metallic warrior while Dizz flanked the Tau and jammed his chain choppa into his enemy's back cutting its spine. The two orks smiled at their victory.

Gadnuk and Fingaz preceded to the bridge. Gadnuk immediately shot the ethereal captain knowing he would rather destroy the ship than let it fall into ork hands. Gadnuk spoke again "Mister Fingaz would you kindly ask these gitz to land at these coordinates if dey don't wanna get hurt" Fingaz complied and the terrified tau pilots complied.

On the ground Gadnuk immediately put a axe in the Tau pilots skulls. The other manta was already waiting for them at the landing area, apparently they met only minimal resistance.
Gadnuk and Bleeda approached the two Stormboyz Grizz and Dizz. Dizz looked up at the nob and his sarge-git, "Whadda you two old farts want". Bleeda was about two go for the young orks throat, when Gadnuk restrained him. "You two remind me of back when I was a young Stormboy, I was an obnoxious git back den too." Grizz gawked "Who you callin Git ya Geeza". Bleeda needed to be restrained again, but Gadnuk only smiled, "Yer young and lack the discipline you shoulda learned as a Stormboy, but I see potential in da two of you" both of the orks raised their brow. "How would you like to be Kommandos." Grizz questioned "Why would we want to do something like dat". Gadnuk smiled "cus we do crazy zogin missions like dis all da time, we go where boyz need skill not numbers, and cus we da best dere is". Dizz smiled "I'm in", his brother spoke "we are sorta a package deal so, I'm in to". Gadnuk lit his cigar, "Great welcome to the Gutrippas...," Grizz chimed in "I'm Grizz and dis is my bruvah Dizz". Gadnuk continued, "Well than welcome to the Gutrippas Grizz and Dizz, my name is Gadnuk and dis is my second in command SargeGit Bonebleeda". Gadnuk looked over to Bleeda and spoke "Bleeda do me a favor and show MR Grizz and Dizz what happens when they refer to their betters as old farts." Bleeda smiled as he grabbed the two fledgling orks and knocked their heads together causing them to keel over in pain. Bleeda spoke "Don't worry Boss I'll whip em into shape soon enough". Gadnuk turned around to go check on the rest of the crews status as he chuckled "you always do"

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Gargant Hunting

I loved all the orky cunnin' in here, and the recruitment of the brothers was a really nice touch. Also it was nice to see the dice throwing was added in here as well

Irishpeacockz-Blackjack needs a pay raise for being the welcomer to the crusade
Palleus-Write a school essay about Kroot! Pride. Prejudice. And Cannibalsim. 
   
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Renegade Kan Killin Orks






Northern Ireland

Very nice!

Bleeda's second lesson : "Listen up ya pair ov gobby yoofs! Da on'y old fart roun' ere is SkagNet, an' even he's yer better till yous can show me ov'rwise. An' he ain't bett'r'n nobody, understand?" Bleeda didn't much care if they did, "Now take dem doofy hats off yer noggins an' fall in, Gutrippas!"


   
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Stabbin' Skarboy






Lol very good
   
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Screamin' Stormboy





I take it all roles are filled?
   
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Renegade Kan Killin Orks






Northern Ireland

Warboss Grimdakka wrote:
I take it all roles are filled?


I say if you've got a Kommando with a story worth telling then lets hear it. Love this thread so much its well worth a necro. Thanks for that.

   
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Screamin' Stormboy





Im not much of a writer, but my idea was a blood axe kommando mek who loves looting human power armour and weapons and using the looted gear to make meganobz in power armour and cockpits on dreadnoughts to create deff dreads

Now the new primaris reivers are out obviously the first time he saw one deployed he pulled out his looted kustom mega blasta (essentially 4 lasguns stapled together to make a quad linked death ray) and dragged back the reivers body for his own personal suit of "shiny space git armour" as he calls it
Eventually giving up his mega blaster for a more concealable weapon he calls "da liytshoww" (the lightshow) made of a twin linked flamer and a lasgun

While he prefers looting umie gear, he'll happily loot from anyone

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Renegade Kan Killin Orks






Northern Ireland



Still got a soft spot for Gadnuk's Gut Rippas even after all this time. Thought you'd all appreciate seeing your characters like this.

Gut Rippas for da win!

   
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Damsel of the Lady





drinking tea in the snow

Just a short note for now, but there's so much fun reading here. It's a shame it's not too active anymore.

realism is a lie
 
   
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Master Shaper




Gargant Hunting

I love Moxie in the corner, and I have to say that I miss writing for this group.

Irishpeacockz-Blackjack needs a pay raise for being the welcomer to the crusade
Palleus-Write a school essay about Kroot! Pride. Prejudice. And Cannibalsim. 
   
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Renegade Kan Killin Orks






Northern Ireland

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
I love Moxie in the corner, and I have to say that I miss writing for this group.


You could remedy that by writing for This one

   
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Stabbin' Skarboy






 theCrowe wrote:


Still got a soft spot for Gadnuk's Gut Rippas even after all this time. Thought you'd all appreciate seeing your characters like this.

Gut Rippas for da win!


oh my god, I haven't looked at this thread in forever and now I am so deeply touched by this fan art, thank you so much. the Gutrippas were always very special to me and this means more to me than I can adequately say.
   
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Renegade Kan Killin Orks






Northern Ireland

Cheers Chazz. Nice to hear you’ve stopped in here again.

This was the genesis of Sleekit, one of my favourite grot characters who went on to feature heavily in my story Smirking Da Chosen One. That story is nuts and long and meandering but Sleekit was always a highlight.

If you’ve an itch to revive any of Da Gutrippas they’re all welcome at SkagNet’s brew house bash.

   
 
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