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I heard someone tried slamming my head into the wall. That someone was you, Buttery Commissar.

*runs over to BC and breaks his wrists*

That's going to hurt like a bitch. I don't exactly have full control of you because the augmetic in your head is a glorified wireless router, so I'm just along for the ride so to speak. I'm sort of just sitting here using my drones as eyes

*Falls silent for a moment while checking progress on plan*

Looking pretty good, honestly.

TNB! Cut that out! You deserved that!

I'm pretty sure he didn't suceed at breaking anything, but that's a lot of bleeding.

I don't deserve anything other than more kills

OOC: Watch out with posting here without an Avatar, last time someone did that the reactions by the Mods weren't very friendly.

OOC: Tell the mods I have no physical form and am inside BC's head for now:

OOOC: I'm looking for a good picture of a group of drones.

 thenoobbomb wrote:
I heard someone tried slamming my head into the wall. That someone was you, Buttery Commissar.

*runs over to BC and breaks his wrists*

YOU HURT MY BUTTERY FRIEND WHO TASTES LIKE BUTTER!

*stomps around after you, spewing nurglings*

Wait, what, how do you (or indeed anyone else) know what I taste like?

You psychopath, TNB. Now how am I going to- uh, scratch myself? [Voxes for a medic] [Medic throws wrist braces and bandage from a distance, and leaves] Hey! Oh alright, I guess that's fair. [Straps wrists up] [Scratches neck]

Hmm, you're not looking so good. Are you sure you're alright BC?

OOC: It seems my current avatar doesn't have a kroot with the knarloc. Guess I have to find something with both. I don't feel like rping a knarloc

*knife-kills all Nurglings*

Oh wait, isn't the Imperium one to execute a soldier for assaulting a Commissar?

Hav you tried reading the entire Creed Mechanicus? You should read it. Does an excellent job of focusing the mind.

 Verviedi wrote:
Hav you tried reading the entire Creed Mechanicus? You should read it. Does an excellent job of focusing the mind.

Can't say that I have.

I'm no expert in the Imperium's business, but I would say it is frowned upon to be attacking the guys who would be shooting the troopers for now firing fast enough.

 thenoobbomb wrote:
*knife-kills all Nurglings*

Bllaaarglrlgrgrrrrppthhhbbt!

*throws a nurgling at you, hitting you in the face*

TNB Has cooties!

2BlackJack1 wrote:Hmm, you're not looking so good. Are you sure you're alright BC?

I'm gradually overheating. I don't think plague vomit has done me many favours. [Scratches] Also, itchy. And now I can't fire my pistol.

Usually yes, assaulting any officer would be a serious offense. I just don't think he would learn anything from the experience.

Go on then Verviedi, how does it help with that? Sounds very interesting.

So, looks like magical breath to get rid of magic disease is needed.

Fumigates the room in magical purple fog breath

Yellow=Inside BC's head.
Pink=Shield Drone.
Teal=Gun Drone.

Simple. Memetic agents inside the pages that calm you down and help you focus.

Are my processes causing your brain to overheat?

So I installed myself into a few drones. Not exactly the models I wanted, but still good hardware.

 shasolenzabi wrote:
TNB Has cooties!

You can't get ill in Battlefield.

*throws the Nurgling back with C4 strapped on it*

Ahh. I'm grateful that's over. [Stops scratching]
Wait, won't fumigating the room possibly harm Selym if he's basically made from disease? I didn't want to be ill, but I likewise don't want anyone to get hurt- [Sees C4 Nurgling headed at Selym]
Oh buggar. [Dives behind sofa]

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
Ahh. I'm grateful that's over. [Stops scratching]
Wait, won't fumigating the room possibly harm Selym if he's basically made from disease? I didn't want to be ill, but I likewise don't want anyone to get hurt- [Sees C4 Nurgling headed at Selym]
Oh buggar. [Dives behind sofa]

Oh no!, it won't kill Selym, he is a Great Unclean one, he may be sparkly clean for a few hours, but he will be back to normal not long after.

The C4 will.

*eats the C4*

Parasite 1124BA_17 eats that kinda thing.

*Muahahahahhaaaa*

BLEERUGH

*pukes on TNB*

*detonates the C4 while it's still inside of the Great Unclean One*

*dodges puke*

I've over 5000 hours logged into this game, I'm better than you.

5000 hours? That's kind of cute, I suppose.

Playing it, not denying I'm working on developing it just so I can bask in the tears of my fanboys while eating even more.

Oh crap, they're at it again... [Stays behind sofa] [Struggles to light a smoke with wrist braces fitted] Gah.

Huh. It's strange how memetic is pronounced so differently to meme. Got a copy I could borrow then, Verviedi? I'm not greatly sure how I'd find that kind of text.
I was overheating due to whatever pestilence Selym gifted me with. Butter is not a great infection barrier, sadly.

*Door slams open bathing everyone in the holy light of my presence*

Mortals! I have come to save you!

*sees Selym standing there*

Abomination of the warp! Cleanse it my sons!

*Squads of salamanders come in via teleport and begin shooting at the unclean one*

I can honestly say without a doubt that I never anticipated seeing a primarch in the flesh. And it's the one that's the least likely to try and kill a xenos on the spot. Here, have a gift of good will, good sir!

*Gives Vulkan a chunk of raw meat*

*looks at 2BlackJack and excepts offer*

A friendly xenos, very interesting. As long as you do not threaten the humans and stand out of the way of my marines we shall have no trouble.

*waddles over to Vulkan and pats him on the head. Hard. With an enormous meat cleaver.*

Why won't you green guys be my friends?