>be Krunkelfukk.

You have the sudden and overwhelming desire to run over a dog with a grey SUV.

>have goals.

You heard there was opportunity here for some fuckin' sport, namely ramming an Imperial vessel into an orbital station and stealing their rugs. That's what rug trading is, right? Something like that. Well, all dreams gotta start somewhere.

Of course, it's not like you haven't dipped your toes into the occasional orky start-up somewhere or other...

>roll proceeds from running a Gretchin brothel.
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11521]Roll: 2
Counter: 3[/url]

Yeah, that didn't go too well. It's not that the Gretchin weren't willing and able, or that the Orks weren't curious enough (or gay enough) to try. It's just that, in order to be a savvy matron, your customers have to, y'know, [i]actually have dicks.[/i]

Curse you and your implied lack of genitalia, Games Workshop! Where am I supposed to get my crack shipping fix now?

In any case, you are DEAD BROKE. If you're gonna get back into venture capitalism, you're going to have to acquire some [i]capital.[/i]

Here's a Gork-given opportunity now.

>take potshot at the Gretchin.

This'll slow 'em down.

Of course, when it comes to Orks, a potshot is never singular.

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