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A day in the WAAAGH! of Captin’ Grotgutz

The captin’ walks out of his “nice ‘n proppa livin’ hut” at the sound of rusted metal collapsing (along with a few high pitched screams). “Now wat lil’ git keeps messin’ with my junk” screams the capitn’. A few snotlings scurry out heading for the nearest tent, tire, or small place where power claws don’t fit. The angry leader runs after them firing his shoota like an ork would. When he finally gets close enough, he unleashes that mean flamer template, the kombi-skorcha. The singed snotlings fall to the desert ground lifeless. “Now dat shood teach ‘em” cries Grotgutz “no un tuches my loot” Every form of life scatters worried that they will be the next victim of the mad boss, except for the squigs, who are happily feasting on the perfect medium rare, snotling carcasses. The Captin’ walks away smiling, because today he’s gonna visit the mek (Well to be honest, he does this about every day).
As the boss finally reaches the mek’s shop, he remembers he forgot to bring his scrap metal and junk. To fix this, he turns around, and yells at the nearest ammo runt and gretchin herd to bring him his junk. The problem fixed, he continues into the shop to find the mek welding a squig to a tankhamma. “Now wat in da werld, do ya’ think yer doin’!” yells Grotgutz. “Just testin’ a few tings out.” Said the mek timidly. The terrified crazed squig runs off the workbench and out the cloth doorflap. What follows is a crazy explosion. The two orks in the shop look at each other smiling. As they open the door, they see metal scraps everywhere and two tents on fire! The boss starts laughing along with the mek. “I like dat’ expeeriment” said the warboss “make me ten mor”! As if on queue, the gretchin enter the room with all of the bosses metal, rokkits, and junk.
After hours of running around trying to catch squigs (its hard with a cybork body) they retrieve ten explosive squigs. “Now wat do ya’ tink we shood call these?” asked Captin’ Grotgutz. “How about bomb squigs!” says the mek. They both happily accept the name and decide that these pets should go to the tank-bustas because of the squigs ability to… bust tanks. The boss stomps off grinning, because today, his waaagh! got “even moar killy!”.