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Play thing?! Do you know who I am? I am a Dark Eldar! We make others into play things. We do not became them. We are the horrors that haunt the night. We are the scourge of the galaxy.

Oh my, well you certainly took your sweet ass time in droping the veil, what took you so long?

"okay..." *goes back to hiding under the table.*

So you know, then?

 TheCustomLime wrote:
Hmm. *Disguises*.

So, who wants to enjoy the wonders of having a screw being driven into your bare eyeball while I play Beethoven's 5th symphony?

Done it. It was boring.

Too vanilla, eh? How about skinning children alive with vegetable peelers while drunk?

Please, how do you think we prepare supper?
Normally we do that to grots, but humies and elf-gits are tastier.

That I can agree with it. I love pureed Farseer and broiled Space Marine.

Eh, Space Marines are a bit tricky. That black carapace gets in the way, so you have to boil them in melta first to soften it, and that tends to overcook them.

Scouts are better. More tender, and less chance of vaporizing them.

I do not mind the black carapace as much. Adds a nice crunch to the meal.

Ai, the warbosses and nobs love it. Normal grunts like me don't have the teef for it though
Mainly because the nobs keep taking them.

Hmm. Say, are those real or did someone put them on you?

The teef? They are real. Ork teef are like shark's; they regrow constantly.

However, the nobs in our tribe consider "tax collection" time to be right before supper.
I suspect that they just want Krunchy Fried Astartes all to themselves. Greedy sodz...

No, I mean those things on your chest. What are they? Orks don't have those.

Oh, those are just fungal growths. They look like human titz, but they really aren't. The only stuff that comes out of them is fermented squig ale.

 CthuluIsSpy wrote:
Oh, those are just fungal growths. They look like human titz, but they really aren't. The only stuff that comes out of them is fermented squig ale.

Would that be toxic?

Not quite, but Id be carefull about consuming vast amounts of it, and then driving a land raider

I doubt that anyone would want to in the first place. Except maybe other Orks.

Says the one that drank several galleons of the stuff at the last Cabal party we went to! MAN you have no idea how wasted you where at that party

I recall no such thing, my dear. But I guess you don't have the best memory when you are inebriated. What was your name again?

Aria Gorefiend, master of pain and eternal suffering and ruler of the Kabal Of The Eternal sorrow

Kabal? As in... the Cabal?

Omegon, open up the airlock!

It's another great day of Dakka in OctNovemDecember 2011

 Trondheim wrote:
Aria Gorefiend, master of pain and eternal suffering and ruler of the Kabal Of The Eternal sorrow

You were. Now you are dead. *backstabs*

Strange. Usually my disguise drops after I attack.

Nice try weakling, you have yet to master the finer arts of deception, betrayel and such.
You may think your pityful blade will do the task....But what will you do when you realize that you simply slew a clone, a doppel ganger. And that now, your own pitufull life will be lived out, as the newest addition to my Grosteque minions

Pitiful? This knife has ended the lives of individuals more substantial than yourself. But you are right. It was a amateurish attempt at killing you. But what you may not know is that your closest followers are dead and your terrible machines are in ruins. Do I expect this to have any lasting effect on you? No. You can bring back the dead easily and repair the machines. However, I can be anywhere. Be anyone. You may not die today but you should know that I am stalking you. Watch your back, Aria. The spy is coming for you.

Unless you have someone walking around with a flame thrower burning people to see if they are me. Against flame throwers I am helpless.

Operative! Did you just reveal your weakness?

Perhaps. But now they will be lighting each on fire while I slink away with the Dead Ringer.

What a cunning plan!

Quite brilliant in it's simplicity, Alpharius. Say, you don't happen to know any suit repairmen? Infiltrator the Dark Eldar homecity isn't easy on a man's suit. I didn't get just blood on it, you know.