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Wildcard viewed the surrounding battlefield with awe and horror. Many bodies lie in shredded remains as the chaos space marines launched the attack. He was lucky enough to aviod a particularly large monster of a human as he tore through the frontline. Wildcard last thoughts was cut off as the basilisks explosion threw him across the floor as he hit the ground with a horrible thud.

OOC: Kharn, he didn't use any of your troops. That was a changeling (DS9?), which is a shapeshifter, taking the form of a bloodthirster. Simple.

DAMNED DOUBLE POST LAGSITE >.<!

ooc i wasn't talking about the bloodthirster, i was talking about the two post where my forces attacked a communicae center

Ikros and his band could only watch in aghast horror as the forces of Tobias Kent run rampant over their carefully laid plans.

Ikros moved his sword into a scissor-like pose around the enemies neck. Smiling, the scion of Alpharius asked a single question.
"Tobias Kent I presume?"

anyways back to ic

tobais looked around the manufactorum that was now an impressive make shift fort and smiled. taking the stairs up to the top level he surveyed the carnage he and his troops wrought. a beep from his vox drew his attention " report " he said in a slightly aggitated tone . the communications officer responded quickly "sir we have detected a strike cruiser inbound, it is still of unknown origin" a wicked smile crossed his face at this news 'finally a challenge' "very well move the fleet to the other side of the planet , well let the others have some fun. while your there begin orbital bonbardment of all imperial communication centers and military installations ." he turns off the device without another word and turns to the marines manning the basillisks . " open fire on the barracks first then the goveneors palace "

err kharn.... its kinda already happened... it what we all tend to do in rps? like with dark void sending a planetry governer at me? screwed up my plans, but i welcomed it. Chillax and roll with the punches. Or something like changing the story may force the whole rp to grind to a halt....

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Let's finish up this fight scene before anything else happens

Again, sorry i havent posted anything. Exams loom, and im kinda trying to stay afloat, swimming against the tide.

Nothing like a good metaphor to start the day.

Ehhh... metaphors. -grumble-, damn bowl of peng nuts making me type one handed, although I'm still faster than most other people. Should see me when I'm using two hands.

nyways, again, good luck and keep posting every know and then we know you're still alive (gor better or for worse/ )

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Ehhh... metaphors. -grumble-, damn bowl of peng nuts making me type one handed, although I'm still faster than most other people. Should see me when I'm using two hands.

nyways, again, good luck and keep posting every know and then we know you're still alive (gor better or for worse/ )

.....supposedly you were supposed to talk to the Governor so........I have to wait until you type that out =/

OOC: Sorry guys i won't be able to post for another 10 days give or take, due to going to visit the major sites in Egypt, i have no problems with the post continuing.

Well, have fun Katavus! Get some pictures if you can

Oh, I am? Hmph. I'll.. urm... gimme a bit :p

:bump:

C'mon people! I know I haven't exactly been too dedicated to this RP, but I don't wanna see it die :/

I'm still waiting for you to do your thing with the Governor........

Why do I have to talk to him again? Sure, the SM commander would like to throttle him. But I see no reason to talk to him.

Guys, just post what your dudes are doing... we just need to move the story along a bit.

Bit busy atm, so I can't do too much to this thread unfortunately.

Anyways, perk up and have fun!

well I posted the list and you told me to wait cause you wanted to post something with the Governor........but I'll post something story wise....skipping the conversation......I'll post later though

Lol! The Governor thing was when he went to a tea party with Ghosty's chicken!

He is NOT a chicken! the very world will burn, fire and ash will reighn down from the heavens, and amidst this chaos, i will come for you, my eyes stitched up, and my nose, a hole. I will come and ask you, before you, yourself burn away, to stop calling my greater daemon of tzeentch, a being of unparralelled power, a muthaf*king chicken! he has arms for gods sake!

Ahah you spelled melon-fething wrong ahahahhahalol!




YEAH WELL WE GOT MOTORBIKES SO GO F*CK YOURSELF


Nah, anyways I can call him a chicken. If not that, a canairy. Big, annerexic canairy. With stick. And blueskinstuff.

I'm still lookng for that "I AM A BIRD YOUR ARGUMANT IS INVALID" demotivator

In the name of the holy Emperor, I taunt thee!

You guys aren't seriously just gonna let it die, huh? Atleast I'm bumpin' it

Nah, we should actually do some proper RPing in this thread sometime soon...again...

Okay. I'll post something another time. I'm just not in the mood right now for this story......I'll probably be in the mood for this story tomorrow :3

Commissar NIkev wrote:Okay. I'll post something another time. I'm just not in the mood right now for this story......I'll probably be in the mood for this story tomorrow :3

This. (except about the possibility of being bothered to post anything meaningful! )

I officially pronounce this thread DEAD. (Went without saying I suppose)

Walking back and forth in front of the commanders that stood before him, Nikev looked across the faces of the men and women he knew that he may very well not see again.