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    132 KB Ork Fikkshun Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)16:57 No.4974541  
    "Oi, Gromgark, you know wot dem 'umies call dere shootas?" Orgutz said, shifting the trukk into the 13th gear. Green Deff vehicles generally started somewhere along the 10th gear or so, since Warboss Ingork hated having to accelerate before shifting into the higher gears.
    "Nah, an' why should I give a zog?" Gromgark replied, picking his teeth with a bone he found in the corner of the trukk's passenger compartment.
    "Cuz I say so, ya half-git. Dey's call dere shootas 'boltas'. Can ya believe dat?" Orguts turned the wheel sharply to the left, the entire trukk cringing. "I tell ya, I've been fightin' 'umies since I was a wee git an' I never heard no shoota make dat kinda noise. It jes' dun' make no sense."
    Gromgark sighed, threw his tooth-picking bone to the side and leaned his back against the trukk's side. "Wot 'bout rokkits? Dey don't make no rokkit sound neither. Dey jes' kinda make dis 'fffsshhh' sound and den dey 'splode. An' snazzguns jes' sound like a couple'a shootas strapped tagether."
    Orgutz stroked his chin, thinking really hard about what Gromgark just said. It was true that sometimes orks named their weapons after what they did and not what they sounded like, but what was a 'bolt'? But after a few seconds of hard thinking, his head started to hurt like that one time he got into a headbutting contest with the cybork Ugsnik. So he did what any self-respecting ork would do and pretended the conversation never happened.
    "You hear wot dem screamin' 'umies wiv dem fancy 'ats do? Ol' Wotzutz tole me after we fought dose bugs on Hucks-Eyes."
    "Wot, ya mean like dat 'umie wot krumped Orsnit? Da wun wiv da glowin' choppa?" Gromgark answered, yawning loudly. He looked like he would have fallen asleep long ago if it hadn't been for the fact that the trukk was constantly bouncing back and forth, probably due to the breakneck speed it was moving at.
    "Yup, dat's da wun. So Wotzutz, 'e tells me da 'umies got dis fing called 'eresy, right?"
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)16:58 No.4974563
    "'Eresy? Sounds weird..."
    "Dun' hafta tell me. See, 'eresy's dere word fer unorky. Some git tries ta run away from a propa fight, it's 'eresy. Some git tries ta act like 'e's da boss when 'e's small an' weedy an' dun' 'ave no dakka either, it's 'eresy. So da 'umie wiv da fancy 'at, 'e's da 'umie nob. Anyone give 'im lip an' 'e jes' puts a slug in 'is 'ead. Zoggin' orky, it is! An' cuz 'umies are all da same size, 'e wears da 'at so da uvvers can see 'e's da boss."
    "Wot about if 'e looses da 'at, den? Or wot if da uvver lads can't see 'im cuz 'e's too small? How dey gonna know who's da boss? Dey shoulda give 'im speshul shoes wot makes 'im look bigger. Dat woulda been da shmott fing ta do."
    "Dey fink dey have beaten us lot. I fink it's safe ta say dey ain't shmott." Orgutz replied, suddenly slamming his massive green foot on the brakes. The trukk stopped surprisingly fast, tires screeching. The sudden stop threw the unprepared Gromgark headfirst into the passenger seat, a loud crunching sound echoing through the trukk as the ork's skull hit the metal.
    "WOT DA ZOG DO YA FINK YER DOIN', YA GROT-LOVER!" Gromgark shouted furiously, drawing the knife he had made from a hormagaunt's talon during the fighting on Huxis Prime. Orgutz just turned around, a big grin revealing rows of gold-plated, crooked fangs.
    "We's 'ere."
    Gromgark looked at Orgutz for a second, and then started smiling too. Rising to his feet, he unholstered his slugga and cocked it.
    "Let's rokk."
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:00 No.4974581
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    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:00 No.4974583
    Pulp Fiction with Orks?

    Not sure if want...
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:07 No.4974643
    It's... It's... Orkyful!
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:08 No.4974650
    whatever this is awesome
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:09 No.4974653
    Ain't too bad, so far.
    OP, keep going.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:11 No.4974672
    That's all I have, so far. If people like it, I'll try to get some more done later.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:13 No.4974688
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:13 No.4974692
    please continue OP, i am interest
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:13 No.4974694
    Get to work, then.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:15 No.4974706
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:15 No.4974715
    Iz...iz booful...
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:20 No.4974775
    very good OP, please continue
    >> Wata is Not Enough !0syI2APQr2 06/23/09(Tue)17:28 No.4974844
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:32 No.4974868

    I thought it woulda kept going and ended in "AYM DA NEW COMMISSAH"
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:39 No.4974925
    "Yer sure ya kin take care'a dis?" Gromgark whispered, pressing his gigantic green ear against the door to listen for any sign that they had been discovered.
    "Fer da last time, I get it." Orgutz replied, obviously annoyed. He held a massive shoota in his hands, consisting of what looked like three shotguns that had been welded together and supplied with an almost comically oversized sighting mechanism. "I jes' keep an eye on da gits, an' if any'o dem try ta do sumfink weird, I blast 'em."
    "An ya let me do da talkin'."
    "Right, an' I let you do da talkin'."
    "Da Boss jes' want wot dey took. Da last fing we need is Skumplot bawlin' 'bout how we're unfair fer takin' wot belongs ta da lootas fair an' square and krumpin' 'is boyz an' Mork knows wot." It wasn't very common for orks to want to settle conflicts peacefully, but things had been a bit uneasy in the clan lately, and Gromgark sure didn't fancy waking up with a bomb squig shoved down his pants. Like it or not, they would have to do this without killing anyone.
    "I'm an ex-kommando, ya know." Orgutz muttered under his breath. "I fink I know a bit more 'bout sneakin' up on gits dan some nob wiv more teef dan shmotts."
    "Wot's dat?" Gromgark said, raising his left eyebrow.
    "Nuffink. Let's jes' do dis right an' propa."
    "Ya got dat right!"

    With a roar, Gromgark kicked the door in, showering the shocked lootas inside with splinters. Before they had much time to react, Orgutz had fire several shots into the roof of the hut, making the surprised orks freeze in their tracks.
    "Right, I see any o' you lot reach fer as much as a snotling-zappa an' my buddy 'ere'll blast dem stupid gubbinz clean off yer faces!" Gromgark roared, pointing his slugga straight at the closest ork. "Now, how'sabout you lot tell me where da gubbinz are?"
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:49 No.4975020
    Much win.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:52 No.4975042
    The loota just gave Gromgark a stupid look (well, stupid for an ork, at least) and looked at one of the others.
    "Oi! I'm over here, squig-brains!" Gromgark shouted, the loota quickly turning his head to stare at the gun being pointed at him. "Tell me where da gubbinz are an' I won't hafta shoot yer orky bitz off."
    "W-wot... Wot gubbinz?" The loota stuttered, staring at the floor.
    "Oi! Lookit me! Dis 'ere's da list time I'm gonna tell ya 'fore I start shootin'! WHERE'S. DA. GUBBINZ?"
    "I... I dunno wot gubbinz y-yer talkin' 'bout..."
    Taking two steps forward, Gromgark stood a few inches from the loota. Since he was at least two heads taller, he had to tilt his head down in order to look him in the eye.
    "Who's da boss 'round dese parts?"
    "I said: Who's da boss 'round dese parts, zog-face!" Gromgark accentuated his question by putting his slugga against the loota's temple, cocking it slowly.
    "D-dat'd be Warboss Ingork."
    "Dat's right. Looks like yer not completely zogged in da 'ead. Now, kin ya tell me wot Warboss Ingork looks like?"
    Without warning, Gromgark smacked the loota in the face with the butt of his slugga, knocking him to the floor. The other two lootas started to run toward him, but were stopped by a warning shot from Orgutz's shoota.
    "Dun' say 'wot' again. Fing's'll git ugly if ya do." Gromgark said, pulling the loota to his feet by his right ear. "I'll ask again. Wot dose Warboss Ingork look like?"
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)17:57 No.4975082
    < shmotts


    ... this could be win.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)18:05 No.4975147
    Fuck yes OP, keep going!
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)18:08 No.4975181
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)18:14 No.4975225
    "W-well... 'E's big. Real big. Like a Dread. An' 'e's got all dese shiny metal gubbinz in 'is 'ead wot makes dese sounds like dem giant bugs in da swamp." The frightened loota responded, rubbing his head with fingers like green sausages.
    "Right. An does 'e look like a grot?"
    The sound of bone cracking could be heard as Gromgark hit the loota again, this time hard enough to draw blood. The loota lay sprawled on his back, looking up at Gromgark, who was starting to look extremely angry.
    "I told ya, din' I? Dun' git up. Does Warboss Ingork look like a grot ta you?"
    "N-no. 'E doesn't look like a grot ta me." The loota exclaimed frantically, blood running down his forehead and into his eyes in a steady stream.
    "An' why do ya act like 'e's a grot? Why do ya take 'is gubbinz an' hide dem away? Did ya really fink 'e wouldn't find ya? Now tell me where da gubbinz are, 'fore I lose my payshunz."
    At this point one of the other lootas raised his hand and opened his mouth.
    "I kin te-"
    Before he had a chance to finish his sentence, there was a loud bang as half his head was blown clean off, and the loota fell backwards, a fountain of blood gushing from what remained attached to his neck.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)18:21 No.4975282
    "Oops!" Orgutz exclaimed, his shoota still smoking.
    With a shout, the loota that had been standing next to the dead one threw himself against Orgutz, only to end up with a chest full of bullets the size of a man's fist. He fell to the ground face-first like a big green sack of squigs.
    "Fer da love'a Gork..." Gromgark muttered, shooting the loota on the floor right between his eyes. "Why da zog did ya hafta do dat?"
    "Ya saw 'im! 'E moved! Ya told me dat if anyone'a dem moved, I wus supposed ta blast 'em, an' I did!" Orgutz shouted back, waving his shoota around like a giant finger.
    "Zoggin' kommandos... Fink yer Ghazghkull, an' dis is Armer-Geddem. Why da Boss dun' jes' git rid o' da lot o' ya, I'll never unnerstand." Holstering his slugga and tucking his knife back into his belt, Gromgark stared at the mess Orgutz had caused. It wouldn't be long until someone came to find out what all the noise was about and if there was something to loot. "Let's jes' find da gubbinz an' git out 'fore ya can git us inta any more trouble."
    "I told ya, it wosn't my fault! 'E shouldn't've moved like dat. You told 'em to jes' stand still! Wot if 'e wos gonna reach fer a blasta or sumfink?" Orgutz exclaimed, sounding quite ashamed of himself.
    "'E wos gonna tell us where da gubbinz were, dat's wot 'e wos gonna do, squig-brains! An ya zogged it! Now 'elp me look, 'fore we both end up on da wrong side of a deffblasta."
    "I didn't fink dere was no right side to a deffblasta."
    "Ain't you a zoggin' orksyklopedya! Now stop muckin' about an' find dose gubbinz!"
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)18:27 No.4975329
    Someone archive this, I am banned from archiving or I would.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)18:29 No.4975346
    I assume you're banned for archiving stupid shit. Maybe you should learn from that experience.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)18:29 No.4975348
    And that's it for scene two of Ork Fikkshun. I'm glad some of you liked it. With any luck, I'll get around to writing more if people seem to like it.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)18:34 No.4975384
    Awesome, OP! I lol'd.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)18:36 No.4975393

    Writefag, I am impressed.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)18:36 No.4975395
    Are you implying this is stupid shit?
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)18:39 No.4975412
    >"I didn't fink dere was no right side to a deffblasta."
    For some reason, this made me laugh. I don't even know why.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)18:39 No.4975413

    I wish you had written "zog" or "waaagh" or something other than "Act like" when it came to the grot part. Otherwise, fantastic.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)18:47 No.4975478
    Requesting the gimp scene for the next one.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)18:59 No.4975544
    Words can't explain this.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:00 No.4975555
    Sure they can. See >>4974583
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:03 No.4975587
    Wait a second.

    What the fuck, man? What the fuck?
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:10 No.4975647
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    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:16 No.4975714
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    This is awesome.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:18 No.4975730
    are tied up in two separate chairs. In their mouths are two
    S&M-style ball gags (a belt goes around their heads and a
    little red ball sticks in their mouths). Both men are
    unconscious. Tahril steps in with a fire extinguivatus and
    SPRAYS both guys until they're wide awake and wet as squigsharks.
    The two prisoners look up at their captors.

    Tahril stands in front of them, fire extinguisher in one
    hand, splinter rifle in the other, and Ghazghkull' slugga sticking in his

    Nobody kills anybody in my place of
    business except me or Vect.

    A BUZZER buzzes.

    That's Vect.

    Without saying another word, Tahril climbs up the stairs that
    lead to red curtains and goes through them.

    WE HEAR, on the other side of the curtains, Tahril let Vect
    inside the store.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:19 No.4975744

    Not the OP, just something I had lying about.

    Yarrick and Ghazghkull look around the room. The basement of the
    pawnshop has been converted into a dungeon. After taking in
    their predicament, Yarrick and Ghazghkull look at each other, all
    traces of hostility gone, replaced by a terror they both share
    at what they've gotten themselves into.

    Tahril and VECT come through the curtains. Vect is an even
    more intense version of Tahril, if such a thing is possible.
    The two Dark Eldar are obviously…partners. Where Tahril is
    brutal as Gork, Vect is as cunning as Mork. Vect walks in and
    stands in front of the two captives. He inspects them for a
    long time, then says:

    (to Tahril)
    You said you waited for me?

    I did.

    Then how come they're all beat up?

    They did that to each other. They
    was fightin' when they came in.
    This one was gonna shoot that one.

    (to Yarrick)
    You were gonna shoot him?

    Yarrick makes no reply.

    Hey, is the Dais gonna be okay in
    front of this place?

    Yeah, it ain't Tuesday is it?

    No, it's Thursday.

    Then she'll be fine.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:20 No.4975756
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    This thread deserves drawfaggotry. Unfortunately, all I have to give is an awesome, but unrelated image.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:33 No.4975866
    You, sir, deserve a slow clap.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:38 No.4975906
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    Anyone ever wonder who gork and mork are?
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:38 No.4975908
    Bring out The Grotesque.

    I think The Grotesque's asleep.

    Well, I guess you'll just wake 'em
    up then, won't you?

    Tahril opens a trap door in the floor.

    (yelling in the hole)
    Wake up!

    Tahril reaches into the hole and comes back holding onto a
    leash. He gives it a rough yank and, from below the floor,
    rises THE GROTESQUE.

    The Grotesque is a man they keep dressed from head to toe in black
    leather bondage gear. There are zippers, buckles and studs
    here and there on the body. On his head is a black leather
    mask with two eye holes and a zipper (closed) for a mouth.
    They keep him in a hole in the floor big enough for a large

    Vect takes the chair, sits it in front of the two prisoners,
    then lowers into it. Tahril hands The Grotesque's leash to Vect,
    then backs away.

    (to The Grotesque)

    The Grotesque gets on its knees.

    Tahril hangs back while Vect appraises the two men.

    Who's first?

    I ain't fer sure yet.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:38 No.4975916
    Then with his little finger, Vect does a silent "Eenie, meany,
    miney, moe…Catch the mon’keigh by the toe…" just his
    mouth mouthing the words and his
    finger going back and forth between the two.

    Yarrick are Ghazghkull are terrified.

    Tahril looks back and forth at the victims.

    The Grotesque's eyes go from one to the other inside the mask.

    Vect continues his silent sing-song with his finger moving left
    to right, then it stops.

    after a beat, THE CAMERA MOVES to the right, zeroing in on

    Vect stands up.

    Wanna do it here?

    Naw, drag the greenie to Boreale's old
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:39 No.4975924
    Vect grabs Ghazghkull' chair and DRAGS him into Boreale's old
    room. Boreale, no doubt, was some other poor bastard that has
    the misfortune of stumbling into the Commoragh pawnshop.
    Whatever happened to Boreale is known only to Tahril and Vect
    because his old room, a back room in the back of the back
    room, is empty.

    As Ghazghkull is dragged away, he locks eyes with Yarrick before
    he disappears behind the door of Boreale's old room.

    (to The Grotesque)

    The Grotesque rises. Tahril ties The Grotesque's leash to a hook on
    the ceiling.

    Keep an eye on this one.

    The Grotesque bows its head: "yes." Tahril disappears into
    Boreale's old room. There must be a vox-caster in there because
    suddenly The Banshees, singing in harmony, fills the air.

    Yarrick looks at The Grotesque. The Grotesque giggles from underneath the
    mask as if this were the funniest moment in the history of

    From behind the door we hear craftworld MUSIC, struggling, and:

    Whoa, this boy's got a bit of fight
    in 'em!
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:41 No.4975930
    We then HEAR Tahril and Vect beat on Ghazghkull.

    VECT (OS)
    You wanna fight? You wanna fight?
    Good, I like to fight!

    Yarrick pauses, listens to the voices. Then, in a panic,
    hurriedly struggles to get free.

    The Grotesque is laughing wildly.

    The ropes are on too tight and Yarrick can't break free.

    The Grotesque slaps his knee laughing

    In the back room, we hear:

    That's it...that's it boy, you're
    goin' fine. Oooooooh, just like
    that...that's good.
    (grunting faster)
    Stay still...stay still goddamn ya!
    Vect goddammit, git over here and
    hold 'em!

    Yarrick stops struggling and lifts up on his arms. Then, quite
    easily, the padded chair back slides up and off as if it were
    never connected by a bolt.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:42 No.4975939

    The Grotesque FLAILS WILDLY, trying to get the leash off the hook.
    He tries to yell, but all that comes out are excited gurgles
    and grunts.

    Yarrick is out of his chair, quickly dispensing three unpowered KLAW
    PUNCHES to its face. The punches knock The Grotesque out, making
    him fall to his knees, this HANGING HIMSELF by the leash
    attached to the hook,

    Yarrick removes the ball gag, then silently makes his way
    through the red curtains.

    Yarrick sneaks to the door.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:43 No.4975945
    On the counter is a big set of keys with a large V connected
    to the ring. Grabbing them, he's about to go out when he
    stops and listens to the Eldar psychopaths having their
    way with Ghazghkull.

    Yarrick decides for the life of him, he can't leave anybody in a
    situation like that. Se he begins rooting around the pawnshop
    for a weapon to bash those xeno’s heads in with.

    He picks up a big destructive-looking shock maul, then discards
    it: not destructive enough. He picks up a Chainsword, thinks
    about it for a moment, then puts it back. Next, a large
    Power Hammer he tries on for size. But then he spots
    what he's been looking for:

    A C’tan phase sword.

    It hangs in its hand-forged adamantine case from a nail on the
    wall, next to a neon "G.E.O.M’s OLD-FASHIONED ROOT BEER" sign.
    Yarrick takes the sword off the wall, removing it from its
    sheath. It's a magnificent piece of living metal. It seems to
    pulsate in the low-wattage light of the pawnshop. Yarrick
    touches his thumb to the blade to see if the sword is just for
    show. Not on your life. It's sharp enough to cut reality. This
    weapon seems made to order for the Brothers Grimm downstairs.
    Holding the sword pointed downward, in Callidus Temple style, he
    disappears through the red curtains to take care of business.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:44 No.4975956
    Yarrick quietly sneaks down the stairs leading to the dungeon.
    Inter-xenos sodomy and The Banshees can still be heard behind
    the closed door that leads to Boreale's old room.

    Yarrick's klaw comes into frame, pushing the door open. It
    swings open silently, revealing the rapists, who have switched
    positions. Vect is now bent over Ghazghkull, who is bent over a
    wooden horse. Tahril watches. Both have their backs to

    Tahril faces the CAMERA, grinning, while Yarrick comes up
    behind him with the sword.

    Miserable, violated, and looking like a rag doll, Ghazghkull,
    red ball gag still in mouth, opens his watery eyes to see
    Yarrick coming up behind Tahril. His eyes widen.

    Hey, heretic.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:45 No.4975964
    Tahril turns and sees Yarrick holding the sword.

    Yarrick SCREAMS...with one mighty SWING, SLASHES Tahril across
    the front, moving past him, eyes and blade now locked on Vect.

    Tahril stands trembling, his front sliced open, in shock.

    Yarrick, while never taking his eyes off Vect, THRUSTS the sword
    behind him, SKEWERING Tahril, then EXTRACTS it, pointing the
    blade toward Vect. Tahril COLLAPSES.

    Vect disengages from Ghazghkull in a hurry and his eyes go from
    the tip of Yarrick's sword to Ghazghkull's slugga, which
    lies within reach.

    Yarrick's eyes follow Vect's.

    You want that gun, xeno? Pick it

    Vect's hand inches toward the weapon.

    Yarrick GRIPS the sword tighter.

    Vect studies Yarrick,

    Yarrick looks hard at Vect.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:46 No.4975977
    Then a VOICE says:

    Move aside, ‘umie!

    Yarrick steps aside, REVEALING Ghazghkull standing behind him,
    holding Tahril's splinter rifle.


    Vect is BLASTED in the groin. Down he goes, SCREAMING in

    Ghazghkull, looking down at his whimpering rapist, RACKS the
    smoking weapon's stock.

    Yarrick lowers the sword and hangs back. Not a word, until:

    You okay?

    Naw, ya runt. I's zoggin' far
    from okay!

    Long pause.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:47 No.4975984
    What now?

    Wot now? Well, I’s gonna tell ya
    wot now. I's gonna call a mob o’
    ded ‘ard painboyz, ‘oo go ta
    krumpin' habs ‘ere wif a pair o’
    choppas and a burna.
    (to Vect)
    Hear me talkin' panzee boy?! I’s
    ain't through wiff ya by a gargin’
    sight. I's gonna git a right-proper
    WAAAGH! on yer arse!

    I meant what now, between me and

    Oh, izzat wot now? Well, I’s gonna
    tells ya wot now ‘tween me an'
    you. Dere iz no me an' you. Not
    no more.

    So we're cool?

    Yah one-eye, we's cool. One fing I
    ask – naw, two fings I ask: don't
    tell nobody ‘bout dis. Dis all
    iz ‘tween me an’ you an’ da
    Mr. Rapist here. It ain't nobody
    else's business. Two: zog off.
    Tonight. Quick-like. And when
    you's gone, you's stay gone. Ya
    lost yer Hades Hive privileges.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:47 No.4975992

    The two warriors shake hands, then briefly hug one another.

    Move it, get yer arse outta 'ere!

    Yarrick leaves Boreale's old room through the red curtains.
    Ghazghkull walks over to a webway vox, dialing a number.

    (into the vox)
    Hey Grotsnik, itz Ghazghkull.
    Gotta situation 'ere...bring da roks.

    Yarrick, still shaking in his boots, exits the pawnshop. He
    looks ahead and sees, parked in front of the establishment,
    Vect's Dais of Destruction with a Dark Lance turret that has the
    name "GRACE" on it. He climbs aboard, takes out the keys with
    the big V on them and starts up the huge skimmer. It RUMBLES to
    life, making sounds like a buzzsaw on steel. Yarrick
    twists the accelerator handle and SPEEDS off.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:50 No.4976017
    Jesus. Stop, please.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)19:58 No.4976079
    Jesus stops for no man
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)20:01 No.4976109
    'cept Pontius Pilate.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)20:02 No.4976119

    NO U
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)20:03 No.4976128
    He would for this shit, god DAMN.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)20:05 No.4976149
    I'm assuming you're talking about the not-OP screenplay thingie, because if you're not, I oughta give you a good old fashioned internet ass-whooping.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)20:17 No.4976273
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)20:23 No.4976322
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    I'm torn.
    On one hand, we have the incredibly bad screenplay thing.
    On the other hand, we have one of the best examples of write-faggotry we've seen in awhile...
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)20:23 No.4976328
    Of course I'm talking about that abortion, you hack-eyed twit. Why would ANYONE hate what the OP wrote?

    C'mon, use common sense.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)20:28 No.4976370
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    Well, if that's so, why sage the thread?
    Keeping it bumped helps the OP if he decides to bless us again with his original content!
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)20:29 No.4976380

    No point sticking around waiting for the OP. Dump the story on 1d4chan, and when the OP comes back to write more, it will be archived.
    >> Dickteeth the Vampire 06/23/09(Tue)20:30 No.4976392
    That's.. That's so awesome.

    Anything you want OP, you got it.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)20:32 No.4976404
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)20:51 No.4976538
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)23:05 No.4977835
    im reading every thing in a orky voice now and i like it
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)23:53 No.4978356
    My biggest complaint with the Yarrick/Ghaz thing is, THEY BOTH HAVE POWER FISTS.

    They don't need weapons, even if it is closer to the source material.

    Yarrick should have punched the door in, and thrown Tahril through a wall. Then had his show down with Vect, and Ghaz would come with another giant metal fist.
    >> Anonymous 06/23/09(Tue)23:55 No.4978370
    >> Anonymous 06/24/09(Wed)02:53 No.4979880
    This just might be the best writefaggotry we've had on /tg/ in quite a while. Somehow it reminds me of that nazi flamethrower thing we had a while back.
    >> Anonymous 06/24/09(Wed)03:10 No.4980049
    Two words: Awe. Some.
    >> Anonymous 06/24/09(Wed)03:11 No.4980066
    Mannfried Von Mann!
    >> Anonymous 06/24/09(Wed)04:05 No.4980502
    That's the one!

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