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3 yrs ago
Current Time is an interested concept, how it moves and yet stays still all the same. Flowing and stagnant. Anyways, just stopped by to refresh myself on an old character.
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5 yrs ago
Ha, past me thought eight months too long to go without a status update. Now it has been ten! Anyways, I've D&D things to work on, so I'll get back to that.
6 yrs ago
Mercy it's been eight months since my last status, perhaps it is time to find a RP and get a spot more active for awhile.
7 yrs ago
Just finished Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid. It's always such a bittersweet feeling to finish a show, more so a good one.
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7 yrs ago
Welp, it's my 20th Birthday. Starting the day properly with a stupidly big bowl of cereal and latter there shall be porkchops!
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I admit, it could be better. Well, it is what it is. I leave this here for judgement then.
Holding back his grin, Garocks said, "I'd 'ave to be some kind of stupid git to turn down an offa like dat." And passing the bulky laser weapon to the boss said, while pointing at various parts of the contraption, "Dis iz da bit you pull to shoot, dis little fing showz 'ow much powa is left, if it runz out ya gonna need to shove a new battery in, but wit itz current charge you should be fine for a few fights. On account of all the powa there's some kick, not dat you'll be noticin' much boss wit how strong you are." Garocks takes a step back, about to leave before saying, "Enjoy it boss, youz earned it."

Stepping out of the tent, and halfway back to Da Fortrezz Garocks mumbles under his breath, "Oh, and if itz starting to glow red dat means it might be about to explode, but dat's fine right boss? heheh" Of course, the odds of the weapon actually exploding in Kragot's hands weren't huge, and then the odds of it being lethal much less so, but there was the ever small chance that the various focusing crystals and conflicting power sources could end up leaving a crater as large as the boss' tent. Of course, Garocks wasn't dumb enough to tell that to the boss' face, and really, the odds weren't that high. Stepping into the back of Da Fortrezz Garocks ascended the ladder into his workshop and took a look over the scrap. If Kragot was telling the truth, than Garocks was looking forward to all the fings he could build soon.
Garock wasn't five whole steps into the ramshackle abode of the boss before he was beset by the larger ork. Garock looked up at the boss, though careful to not look the boss in the eyes, as Garocks had learnt already from other bosses he worked under that the bosses didn't like it when one of the boyz under them started acting like one of their equals, and Garocks didn't want to be seen as a rival by Kragot.

"I gotz myself an idea, and built a big an' shiny rapid shoota piece of kit." Now Garocks needed to be as clever as Mork, to make sure that the Boss bought the weapon for lots of teef. "I came in 'ere thinking one of da nobz might be around, and would like dis-" The mek said, shrugging the heavy multi barreled mess, "Didn't mean ta interrupt, if none of da nobz are in I'll be on me way." Garocks said, in a bid to catch the boss' interest.
Truth be told, if this game is going to last for years on end I think I'll just play as myself. Socially awkward, but rather clever. Quick to sarcasm. Crippling self doubt, a desire to help any and everyone. Asperger's. Good stuff. Assuming there's no problem with any of that of course?

As for ideas for worlds our motley band will visit... I am having a hard time with thinking of anything original. My mind just keeps jumping between Ravnica and Alternia. I'm sure given some time though I can think of something interesting though.
I can't deny some mild interest in the concept.
There we go, a proper introduction to Garocks.
Big Mek Garock



Da humies didn't put up much of a fight.
Not that such things mattered to Garock as much as the others. Still, as soon as Da Fortrezz crashed over and through their barricades all the little humies just scattered. Garock rather enjoys the red spray that comes up when da deff rolla finds flesh, but with all the cowards running away there wasn't enough red paint in the kosmos to make Da Fortrezz fast enough to catch up.
Garock scratched his chin, while leaving a mental note to get more red paint.

He was standing in his workshop, looking over the choicest bits of loot recovered from the humies. Most of them were using little laser pointers, useless little fings. Garock had no idea how they worked, but that didn't stop him from gutting them and now the mek was staring down at the assembled pile of scraps, preemptively trying to figure out what his next good idea would be. That said, all the thinking was starting to hurt, so Garock instead took a few steps away from his main workbench and took the latch of the door in his large green hand.

The latch creaked with a rusted pain, but under ork strength it turned all the same. Stepping out onto one of the balconies Garock took in the sight of WAAAGH Kragot. It was glorious, and it was right proper green.
They were situated in a wide valley that wound it's way up nearly from the base to the tip of the Fluens. Nearly as far as the eye could see were the tents of the orks, and the gretchens were working hard to replace those tents with proper huts using the scrap collected at the base of the volcano and the pieces collected on the march here.
About a week ago WAAAGH Kragot had arrived on the planet, and began walking towards the volcano that was their destination. Carving a green path of destruction the humies quickly realized where the orks were heading and tried to hold them at the entrance to the valley, going to far as to build a big wood and dirt wall to keep da orks out. Didn't stop Da Fortrezz.

Now Garocks was staring out over the camp, taking in the smells of roasted squig and fresh shite, an orky combination if ever he knew one. Da Fortrezz had the place of honour of being in the center of the camp, right next to Kragot's hut. In fact, said hut was somewhat obscuring Garock's view, mostly because gretchens were still all over it, building it ever taller in an effort to be larger than Da Fortrezz. Giving the working whelps work a look over though Garocks could easily see that if he just slightly bumped the hut with Da Fortrezz the entire thing would come crumbling down, maybe even with Kragots in it. Mek-Boss Gragot, now that was an interesting thought.

Garock reached for a small leather bag on his waist, and after some fumbling produced from it a fresh chewing squig. Popping the creature into his mouth the mek turned around and sealed himself back into his workshop. At the workbench a tall stool held aloft Gids, who was busy putting a shoota together. Garock was amazed at the cleverness of the gretchen, and maybe if the whelp had been born a proper ork they could have partners. As it was though, Garock gave the diminutive creature a slap to the head as he walked by before taking up his earlier position staring down at the bits and pieces of a dozen deconstructed lasguns.
Garock chewed on the squig in his mouth, deep in concentration. He could do something with these scraps. He was supposed to do something with these scraps. Mork wanted him to-
Garock was interrupted mid thought by the loud clanging of a shoota being tossed down into the room below as Gids shouted down, "Fixed it!" In less than a heartbeat Garock was across the room, kicking the stool Gids stood on across the room and sending the gretchen to the ground in a heap. "I was havin' an idea!" Garock shouted in anger. The whelp below him stared up at Garock, his beady red eyes producing tears as he whimpered, "I'm sorry boss I ams! I'm sorry!" Garock couldn't stay mad at that. Giving Gids a solid kick to remind him whose the boss Garock stomped over to his workbench, all the while Gids ran off, a wide grin of triumph upon his face.

"Git" Garock said to himself as he stared down at the scraps. Wait a moment, Garock thought, wait a moment! The mek got to work, attaching various bits and whatzits together, adding bolts or tape as required until... it was done. And it was a beaut. A mass of rifle barrels, all attached to one another with tape and hope, which would fire a barrage of deadly lazers when the trigger was pulled. Of course, the various lazers weren't very strong before, certainly not a weapon to be used by a proper ork, but when all the power sources were fused together, as well as when paired with a particularly nice bit of powery scrap Gids found in an humie bike one time, the makeshift weapon could punch through even heavy armor. Maybe. Or it could explode, leaving a crater where the user was.

Maybe it would be best, juuuuust in case, to give dis one to da boss, Garock decided. Hefting up the heavy weapon, which looked akin to a gatling gun, Garocks descended the ladder that connected the workshop to the hold below. The ramp leading outside was already down, as it is when Da Fortrezz is in camp so that boyz can come in and request their shootas fixed or whatever else they may need. Walking down the metal ramp Garocks made his way over to the ever growing hut of Kragots, intent to show off, and hopefully offload, his newest invention. Maybe if he was lucky, he could even get some teef for it... Walking through the leather flap that took the place of a door until a proper one could be scrounged up Garock was just in time to see an ork messanga' walk up to the War Boss.
Just to make sure I understand the current state of events correctly...
Orks arrived in Giroth system and assaulted one of the planets in the system (we may need a list of those planets) in an effort to reach a fancy volcano because some chaos gits told them something or other about a weapon there. The Orks met some human resistance on the way, but beat back the simple colonists before setting up in/on/near(?) the volcano.

Which brings forth another question in my mind, what's the local geography like? What's the environment? Is the volcano in question a Mt. Doom, with cascading lava falls and bleak black stone, or something more mild? How's the local fauna, you know, before the orks destroy it or chaos warps it. Are the leaves on the local trees a weird color? Just some questions to help set the scene, so that our first posts may set the scene in turn.


My sincerest pardon, but did you happen to see my question perchance? @Dealdric
Just to make sure I understand the current state of events correctly...
Orks arrived in Giroth system and assaulted one of the planets in the system (we may need a list of those planets) in an effort to reach a fancy volcano because some chaos gits told them something or other about a weapon there. The Orks met some human resistance on the way, but beat back the simple colonists before setting up in/on/near(?) the volcano.

Which brings forth another question in my mind, what's the local geography like? What's the environment? Is the volcano in question a Mt. Doom, with cascading lava falls and bleak black stone, or something more mild? How's the local fauna, you know, before the orks destroy it or chaos warps it. Are the leaves on the local trees a weird color? Just some questions to help set the scene, so that our first posts may set the scene in turn.
@caliban22
If I become Warboss I just plan on targeting the group that'll put up the biggest fight. Time will tell.


Good and orky, I like it.
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