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Oh hai gurl. Wanna cheerleed wit' me?

ye, cheerleed iz a verb now, ya gitz. Cuz I sez so.

Foul abonimation.

This... Is not the "What does your avatar say thread"... It's an Rp...

Isn't that the same? This follows the same rules as the last, doesn't it?

You shouldn't exist according to the latest Ork Codex.

This is a survivor game.

And Guardsmen Bob is the ultimate survivor. Having fixed the space marines teleporter, and popped on back too the starship, he watches at the titans reactors go critical. The massive (even from space) fireball engulfs the WAAAGH, the mobile suits, and the next 20 miles of land.

He takes off his sunglasses. "Well, that sure brings a whole new meaning..." He puts them back on, "To going out with a bang".

*A teal four fingered hand comes to rest on the guardsmen's shoulder.*
I COULD AGREE MORE AUXILIARY..

(aims a 120mm machine cannon at Tau heretic)

Step away from the Imperial Guardsman, xeno filth.

I'll...cheer everyone on I guess.
*Starts jumping up and down*

WHEN DID YOU GET HERE? AND I'LL STOP WHEN YOU MAKE THAT ORK STOP!

"It never ends..." Bob just walks away, probably to get a drink and shower.

CHAOS IS ETERNAL BOB! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE! NOW KILL THESE INTERLOPERS! MAKE! THE! JUMPING! STOP!

*steps on thepowerfulwill*
"i've been wanting to do that for a while now.
*starts stomping on thepowerfulwill*
"take over a titan, huh?
try to reason with me, huh?
try to turn my bestest buddy bob, huh?
well, TO THE WARP WITH YOU!"
*keeps stomping*
"hey bob, come back, i think it's dead."

(arrives with a nuclear bazooka)

Clear the area, we gotta nuke it to be sure.

"Clear the area? We're in a bloody space ship! You're going to kill us aaaah...who cares anymore." He just sighs. "Alright, fire when ready. Maybe I'll get lucky this time and actually die."

MY FACE- IS NOT- A FLOOR!

*Stands up, points to Bob*

YOU ARE EITHER THE WORST LOYALIST IN HISTORY, OR THE GREATEST TRAITOR OF THEM ALL! I CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT!

*Points to the astartes*

YOU SEEM TO HATE INDISCRIMINATELY! THAT MAKES YOU THE BEST FETHING SPACE MARINE IN HISTORY I GUESS! GIVE HIM A MEDAL! HE DOES WHAT HE IS TOLD TO DO BLINDLY! WHOO.

*Points to the pantless-woman*

AND YOU JUST SEEM TO WANT TO KILL EVERYTHING! AS A FELLOW SERVANT OF KHORNE, I LOVE THAT, BUT YOU NEED TO CALM THE FETHING FETH DOWN AND LOOK WHERE YOU ARE SHOOTING!

*Points to the ork*

AND YOU... IF BLOWING UP THIS SHIP WILL KILL YOU TOO, THEN I SAY GO AHEAD AND DO IT!

feth....

Oh, are you angry?

Guess I'm not cheering enough then.

*Jumps even harder*

 thepowerfulwill wrote:
MY FACE- IS NOT- A FLOOR!

*Stands up, points to Bob*

YOU ARE EITHER THE WORST LOYALIST IN HISTORY, OR THE GREATEST TRAITOR OF THEM ALL! I CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT!

*Points to the astartes*

YOU SEEM TO HATE INDISCRIMINATELY! THAT MAKES YOU THE BEST FETHING SPACE MARINE IN HISTORY I GUESS! GIVE HIM A MEDAL! HE DOES WHAT HE IS TOLD TO DO BLINDLY! WHOO.

*Points to the pantless-woman*

AND YOU JUST SEEM TO WANT TO KILL EVERYTHING! AS A FELLOW SERVANT OF KHORNE, I LOVE THAT, BUT YOU NEED TO CALM THE FETHING FETH DOWN AND LOOK WHERE YOU ARE SHOOTING!

*Points to the ork*

AND YOU... IF BLOWING UP THIS SHIP WILL KILL YOU TOO, THEN I SAY GO AHEAD AND DO IT!

feth....

You mad heretic?

Bob proceeds to find a room with a shower in it, and undresses. With only his shades on, he begins scrubbing the grim, blood, and stench away. Sadly, no amount of scrubbing will wash away the horrors. Guardsman Bob may have cried that day, that one sad day. No one would ever know, for he was alone...always alone, always the only one left alive.

Who left the jam uncovered? Now it is covered in heresy!!!

A s-s-spaceship?
*Realizes its drifting in space*
H-h-hey! Wait for me!
*Starts swimming in space towards the spaceship and clings onto a window behind thepowerfulwill*

(If the stuttering is getting annoying, let me know and I'll knock it off.)

*looks to the AI in the window*

IF I LET YOU IN, WILL YOU NOT KILL ME?

*Smashes window*

SHARDS FOR THE SHARD GOD!

*Steps inside and sees everyone staring at each other*
W-w-w-what? Why's everyone staring at each other l-l-like some sort of epic st-st-standoff?

Stepping out of where ever he was, Bob sees the A.I..



Bob rips the warhead from Valerian's bazooka, and activates a timer on it. "Spacemarine, I'm going to need to borrow this, sorry." He rips the teleporter from the marines back, and tackle the A.I..

"Nothin' personal baby, but you need to die." Queuing the porter, Bob, the nuke, and the A.I. vanish.

*Just kinda sits there*

SO... I'M ALIVE THEN?

Haman: No.

(shoots the alien in the head)

Haman: (to Judau) Now, where were we?

*Is now bleeding from the head. Just looks more pissed off*

GO HONOR SLAANESH SOMEWHERE ELSE WHY DON'T YA?

agreed...

We're not honoring Slaanesh. We're just...being lovey-dovey