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*Fires arrows at ZK's knee*

No go back to Oblivion! Skyrim belongs to the Nords!!

 Verviedi wrote:
*Time appears to violently gak its pants and BC reverts back to human form with a SPLORT*

Destroy every spiral in this room. They power him.

*Fleshy bits fall off*

So, what are your plans for this evening?

That's a very stupid statement... It is called the yellow sign it is my mark yes but I am in no need of them they are more or less signs left by my cultist...

 sing your life wrote:
*Fires arrows at ZK's knee*

No go back to Oblivion! Skyrim belongs to the Nords!!

Jesus man were good! (probably remind you of hermas mora or whatever that ass hats name is) But you already drank the drink so you fethed! And I dont have a knee champ...

Eh. He'll be fine if he goes to a shrine.

[Slow realisation] [Points at zombiekilla] ...And I did not 'bang tranny daemons'.

...What we did was far worse.

[Rubs eyes with hand] Someone mention a drink? What do we have left in the bar?

Right then. I see we are not going to be continuing this game.

*sends the army of Cockroach tanks to hunt Badrukk*

*slices ZK in half with a scythe, throws Sing out to Obliivion, forces BC back into the Buttery Tank, waves at Shasolenzabi to get him to move away, places Verviedi into a Knight titan and slams Zgort's face into the dirt*

Everyone clear out, I need to set the battlefield back up.

So much ultra-violence!

Hello everybody. Did my kitty cause any damage?

Piss off Selym, I'm going to the bar. [Waves hand] [Gets back out of tank]

Hi Badrukk! Come join me for a drink and some snacks, fella.
[Hauls up Zgort on the way past] Don't let the mean primarch get you down. So to speak.

Oh no! Mortarions here run! Oh wait!

*looks under mortarion breast plate*

Oh wait it says here on your hearts... hmmm... That Kaldor dragio was here... Interesting...

So your telling me you were defeated by a Mary-sue!

*Begins laughing as mortarion runs away into a warp portal crying*

*sniff* I am sorry morty come back somebody needs a hug!

....This is getting ridiculous...

*Looks at Mortarion*

Thanks for the Knight!

Enjoy your evening, BC. I'm going to patch!

*Though his body is broken, zgort is obviously more upset about the SECOND heavy bolter he has managed to break*

"The techpriests will never forgive me!"

*Looks the other direction, reaches and feebly lifts the crushed pack of smokes

"I'm SORRY Buttery Commissar!"

*Looks down at Zgort and tries to lift him to his feet using two toes*

I'm sure he'll forgive you!

*Looks in direction of Butter-Tank*

Oh, right.

*My presence is briefly removed from BC's head*

Good grief, you mashed some smokes, you didn't kill a civilian.

[Wanders over again] This is somewhat beyond my limited expertise. [Voxes for an Apothecary for Zgort] [Waves them over to the poorly-marine]
There we go, someone who knows what they're doing is here. And the world didn't end.

OOC: ...Avatar-issar has a tiny vox piece in his visible ear, despite not having a real tank or a power sword. Sometimes logical illustration is not my strong point, okay.

Oh, hello! How was your nice evening?

I hope you are fully intact.

Now, as you can see, Mortarion appears to have trapped me inside this Knight. I don't exactly see how that's a bad thing.

OOC: I justify my vast arsenal of weaponry by it being offscreen, on my avatar's belt. That giant butter knife makes an excellent power sword, though!

[Looks up from drink] ...? My even-

[Panic face] Ohhh feth. I forgot what time it was... [S]he can't be that mad, I'm sure.

[Heads back to tank] [Pauses] ...It's specified in my will that I'm not to be made into a servo-skull upon my demise.

[Is pulled inside by one ear] ;;;adsfsfffffff [Hatch slams again]

OOC: ^ That's my fault. I barely know what day it is, it's 5am and I've been pulling an all-nighter at work.

"Well, well, an Imperial Knight."

*Jumps off of Ultralisk*

"Sic 'em, Spot!"

*Ultralisk runs right at the Knight, leaping and performing a perfect flying tackle, knocking the machine to the ground.*

"Now THAT is what I call a Zerg Rush!"

[Emerges, blinking] [Flops down on sofa] Apparently 'perfection' and 'excess' also encapsulates meticulous cleaning and housework. Whatever floats your boat, I guess.

...I had to do the dishes. There were a lot of dishes. I don't know where they all came from. I'm pretty sure most of them weren't actually mine to begin with.

[Curls up and naps]

 zombiekila707 wrote:
Oh no! Mortarions here run! Oh wait!

*looks under mortarion breast plate*

Oh wait it says here on your hearts... hmmm... That Kaldor dragio was here... Interesting...

So your telling me you were defeated by a Mary-sue!

*Begins laughing as mortarion runs away into a warp portal crying*

*sniff* I am sorry morty come back somebody needs a hug!

*sobbing*

It was terrible 12-year-old fanwank, okay!

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
Piss off Selym, I'm going to the bar. [Waves hand] [Gets back out of tank]

Hi Badrukk! Come join me for a drink and some snacks, fella.
[Hauls up Zgort on the way past] Don't let the mean primarch get you down. So to speak.

*Joins BC*

*the Cockroach Battle Tanks start catching up with Badrukk*

You should really outfit those with new engines.

*flash gitz start shooting at tanks. They explode*

 thenoobbomb wrote:
You should really outfit those with new engines.

You're the one who built them, even if they do now use insectoid legs.
But godsdamn, I've seen necrons move faster.

*a Cockroach tank trundles by so slowly that a queue of angry slugs has formed behind it*

And why are they not firing their battlecannons? I delcare that my army is underpowered and overcosted.

Your Great Unclean One was the one that made everything in it rot.

*artillery opens fire on Badrukk' s position*
Secure the objective!

*sigh*

I guess I'll have to do this myself.

*vanishes into the darkness, reappearing next to Badrukk*

Hello, Relic.

*moves out of the way from gunfire*

*Swings chainsword at Ultralisk, tearing it in half*

It's OK. I was planning on making you into a Stalker instead!

Verviedi! How'd you become an imperial knight?

OOC: my cat purrs so loudly.

Pertuabo locked my body inside the cockpit. It's very... warm in here.

OOC: My cat does not meow. She squeaks. She woke me up by sitting on my neck, and immediately ran into the bathroom to demand faucet water.

She is also wider than she is long when she sits down.

 Verviedi wrote:
Pertuabo locked my body inside the cockpit. It's very... warm in here.

OOC: My cat does not meow. She squeaks. She woke me up by sitting on my neck, and immediately ran into the bathroom to demand faucet water.

She is also wider than she is long when she sits down.

I see now.

OOC: I have 5 cats, and one of them squeaks.