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 KaptinBadrukk wrote:
*stuns zombiekilla707 and frees BC*

Honestly? *Gang of salamanders begins smashing kaptinbadrukks face in after a minute or two sergeant pulls a bolt pistol and waits for a command*

No throw him in the cage... enough death has happened today my sons...

Somebody get me outta 'ere!!!!!!!

*my flash gitz get me out*

*notices hordes of daemons coming out of the portal*

Damnit... ALL SALMANDERS THIS IS YOUR PRIMARCH PREPARE FOR FULL LEGION DEPLOYMENT! INTO THE FIRES OF BATTLE MY SONS! UNTO THE ANVIL OF WAR*

*Thousands of Salamanders land and begin a long and bloody campaign vs the daemons*

*Points at Buttery Commissar* THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU KNOW!!

*takes BC and goes 10 miles away, flash gitz trailing behind him*

We should Be Safe here.

[WInces] If you hadn't killed me, none of this would have happened.
So technically it's on you.

*Deep strikes next to BC with daemonettes in tow*


Tiger shark OP.

Let's go back.

*we come back*

*comes in from storm bird*

Ork Had enough of your games! *Lazers the flash gitz in my way*

*Grabs Buttery Commissar* He is definitely not getting away with you especially with that crater in your head!

*Before KaptinBadrukk can reply his head explodes in a fountain of gore, I put away my awesome bolt revolver*

Its just been revoked.... why did I say that?

OOC: Why would a ork want to save a humie? Makes no sense... Then again this planet would be purged at this point for all this HERESY!

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[WInces] If you hadn't killed me, none of this would have happened.
So technically it's on you.

Your not dead... well I snapped your neck but your fine now just some broken arms and no legs which is normal in 40k

When you snapped my neck, before the dragon brought me back, I had a short time to get acquainted with the rather angry daemonette over there. I didn't realise she'd be bringing friends, though.

...Will people please stop passing me around like a spare cushion-

Badrukk! Nooo! [Sad face]

*Crate lands next to fencing, several roars can be heard inside*

The first batch is here. I nominate Vulkan to potty train them, considering how he is a perpetual and can take a few knocks. Me? I'm supervisor for this, and also, I need everyone to sign a warrant for injuries stating that I'm not held liable.

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
*Crate lands next to fencing, several roars can be heard inside*

The first batch is here. I nominate Vulkan to potty train them, considering how he is a perpetual and can take a few knocks. Me? I'm supervisor for this, and also, I need everyone to sign a warrant for injuries stating that I'm not held liable.

It would be pretty cool for salamanders to ride knarlocs into battle... why do they need to be potty trained though keep them outside...

It's more of training them to not do their business near the room. It hurts conversation to listen to that in the background.

[Starts inching away] I think fun as this is, I very possibly need a medic.

I'm not dead, and I've never died.

Shoot all you like. I got this thing called the Defensive Field Upgrade.

By the Emperor

*Finds vox set and after several of minutes gets it figured out and voxes for medics*

Sorry, I'm not up to speed on Imperial technology. Also, once you're feeling up to it remember to sign the wafer. We should probably get the first group inside the fence, the pilot dropped them outside of it.

OOC: I take it zgort's avatar would be considered a Dark Angel marine?

*Grabs buttery Commissar*

Hes fine no need for medic... well your bones probably hurt alot so Ill have my apothecaries work on it... But your still in my "care" if you will.

Dark angels? SEND HELP! TELL THE LION I AM HERE ON A HORRIBLY CORRUPT WORLD WITH HORRIBLY CORRUPT TRAITORS, HERETICS, XENOS, AND A IDIOT!!

*bursts from the ground, where I've been lurking on the thread for a long while*

In a deep beastly voice: "We are here, and we are hungry!"

The sky darkens as a full-fledged Tyranid attack force descends on the mayhem already happening here.

"Ah, I see my new friends are right on time. They think I'm one of them since I look like them, which is unfortunate for all of you, meat snacks!"

*opens chest and shoots needle spines, impaling two of the space marines through weak spots in their armor*

"RRRAAAAAWWWWWRRRRR!"

Save the Knarlocs!

*Charges with Greater Knarloc into a swarm of hormagaunts*

Die, all of you!

*Fires several plasma charges into the horde before leaping into the fray*

I never die, i just come back for annuver go, see!

Go back to Starcraft, you!

 thenoobbomb wrote:
Go back to Starcraft, you!

I'm an ork, not a starcrafter.

I wasn't talking to you, pirate Hulk.

*charges with the kroot into war with the tyranids... still holding the Buttery commissar*

Lucky the 18th legion is here to crush the talking tyranids! FOR THE EMPEROR!!

*Finds the largest Greater knarloc and rides him into battle!*

Is there any way you can break his grip? Being eaten would be quite counterproductive.

*Hundreds of gun drones, Battle Robots, and Servitors begin flowing into battle*

 Verviedi wrote:
Is there any way you can break his grip? Being eaten would be quite counterproductive.

*Hundreds of gun drones, Battle Robots, and Servitors begin flowing into battle*

No But I will protect him!!

*holds Buttery Commissar like a baby as I swing left and right with Dawnbringer*

I have an idea. Prepare to run like hell.

*Possesses Zombiekilla's armor, quickly invading every single system*

With what, he shot my fething legs off.

...Today is not turning out as sexily as I'd hoped, let's be honest.

I couldn't agree more.

*Ducks underneath a scything claw*

I just wanted a nice start to the farm. I can't even eat nids! If we fought something actually edible that food problem for the Knarlocs would have been taken care of.

*Fires plasma round into a hormagaunt's chest*

Hey, Badrukk, got some orks looking for a good scrap, and possibly don't mind being an appetizer?