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10 yrs ago
Obligitary 'what is love' reference. *Starts jamming along to the damn good song.*
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10 yrs ago
I think I've found the right humour level for this forum. Brutal stabbings = OK, drug references = not OK. Good to know.
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10 yrs ago
Hands up if you want a way to move PM's into different folders en masse.
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10 yrs ago
I have come to another conclusion: If someone survives the first lot of stabbings, stab them again because you really don't need a witness to your attempted murder.
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10 yrs ago
If someone survives the first lot of stabbing, stab them again because they're clearly a witch and need to be killed.
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Just a stranger in a strange land... Nah, not really. Born in SA, Moved to the UK. Warhammer 40K fanatic and devourer of sci-fi and fantasy fiction, loves 20th century history.

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*power field covers mace*
HERREEEESSSYYYYY!
@Dannyrulx if you want to do any big sistering to Ninke now is the time seeing as she's throwing up in the mud coming of a panic attack XD


I sorta need lioness to post beforehand, it would be super disrespectful for a lower-ranking officer to just wander off in the situation currently. Like, *BLAM*ing levels of disrepect.
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Why'd you include me? All of Angelika's posts have been in 3rd person. In fact, I think all of them are in 3rd person actually.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!
When the CC says 'jump right now,' you jump. If they say 'jump sometime in the next battle, you get out of their sight, and claim that you jumped. #JustVeteranThings.
"Oh sh-" Angelika cut herself off mid sentence and snapped a salute at the company commander. "Pyrotechnics Officer Angelika Carscallen, of the Cadian 132nd reporting MA'AM She snapped to attention, years of dealing with snooty, puffed-up commissars and commanders running through her head. Salute always, never make full eye contact, always defer to in theory; in practise you can normally avoid the more ridiculous orders, gently remind her that I carry melta weaponry if she rides in a chimera...

She deliberately flexed her muscles as she stood to attention, before mouthing to the militiaman 'you're just a bulky pen-pusher.' She was safe here. The militiaman didn't have to refer to the CC, but if he wanted to actually be able to come out of that armour without taking a las round to the head, then he wouldn't piss her or the commissar that would be assigned to them off. She took a deep breath before continuing.

'Ma'am, by your phrasing, I assume that means you're taking over the Cadian 132nd, as well as other groups? If so, I have two questions ma'am. Number one, will you require me to assemble my remaining guardsmen, and number two, will I be assigned with a new regimental banner, or is the honour being revoked ma'am?" She finished up with another deep breath, and crossed her fingers. If this went badly, she could expect being shouted at, if not, she would get a fresh banner. Of course, what with her slight alcohol slur, and the lho-stick still dangling from her lips, she was probably still going to be shouted at, but you can't win them all.
"And that, ladies and gents, is what happens when a freshie gets out of her first warzone alive..." Angel muttered under her breath, no longer paying attention to the commissar. She knew a lot of him, most Cadians knew of 'The Silence,' the brutal man who had changed so drastically after narrowly escaping being assassinated. One of her many half-brothers had served under him, and him being here now did not suggest that she would ever be seeing her relative again. It was a shame, but Camerkon had gone off world when she was about three, so she hadn't gotten to know him that well anyway.

She jogged after the two guardsmen, before slowing to a halt as they approached the scene ahead of them. A heavy stubber was lying on the ground, as well as a mess of armour similar to that which she had seen many of the local militiamen wearing, and a brute of a human, bare-chested, in the midst of it. Across from him, an abhuman stood, goat horns curling above his head, and a greatsword stuck in the ground. Her bionic eye showed her more abhumans behind the creature, holding what looked to be bows.

Once again, her hand drifted down to her boltpistol, however this time she pulled it out of the holster, before letting the distincive *clink* of the saftey being switched off echo through the clearing. She cleared her throat and nodded to the two men, before saying "Don't let me disturb you gents, but no killing eachother, yeah? I'm sure the Ecclesiarchy wouldn't like a pair of soldiers killing each other, and unless i've very much underestimated the administrative power of abhumans, i'm sure I have enough authority to execute both of you." She was bluffing, of course. The AdMun preists could easily take an eviscerator to her head for killing one of their own, but the man in front of her probably didn't know that.

She hoped.
@Lmpwrkr No worries, standing about is a perfectly valid option, something that - once this party is over - everyone shall find themselves doing.


Ah soldiers; 85% standing around and menial chores, 10% down time, and 5% actually fighting.

Actually, me and my friends were discussing how to make 40K les grimdark; and we came up with 'more Orks' for the lolz, and 'more Eldar' to turn everything into a bathhouse.
@Dannyrulx

Enough chicks in the story to go around.


GW would have a heart attack at the m/f ratio in this RP.
I shalL SEDUCE the ice queen that is Kata! I have no clue if she swings that way, but I shall FIND OUT!
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