Boss, I waz finkin'... how do dem humie boyz decide who'z da boss? Dem's all da same size 'cept for dem marine boyz, and dey's not da bosses of all humies. It just don't make no sense.
Well, the Emperor IS the biggest humie.
And the Primarchs are both the biggest Marines and the leaders.
So... size, still?
Also, they make up for height disadvantages with pauldrons and hats.
Da weakest and da runtiest greyskins get to be da boss. Ta be a greyskin boss, ya gotta be a worthless grot in a dress who'z cannot even lift a choppa and just stands about all day yappin' about big an' good fings. Seems ta me like like da whole lot of 'em are beggin' fer a good stompin', but dat's how it iz.
Nah nah, youz gottit all wrong.
Da greyskinz wif da biggest stiks are da boss.
Da yellow gitz only got shootas.
Da birdies get small shootas.
Da meks get bigga shootas.
Da white gitz haf shootas AN STIKS.
But da wimpy greyskins haf a GIANT stik, somtiemz a choppa wif the stik.
>neva seen da Empera
>Empra neva fight.
>Wat kinda Empra nevah fight?
An' how's dem humies gonna know wut he looks like, huh? Dey'z neva seen him eitha. Dem's just finkin' he oughta be right big cuz he's da boss, so dat's what they make him look like.
Oi've 'eard 'e's alwayz scrappin wif dem spoiky 'umies and dose spoikey gubbinz dey got wif 'em. Oi say dat'z coz 'e's afraid ov bein' krumped but Oi could be wrong Oi guess.
But if dey need big 'ats to be da boss, 'ov come da Big Boss dun got one, ey? Dot dun make no sense.
Shut it, Greenskin.
My hat was made of pure shiny, it let me see in the dark and could blind the fools that stared at it for too long. Where's your Gork and Mork now?
da Empra got zogged proper good by Boss Horuz but killed em ded
now da empra iz stukk inna shiny killa khan dat cant move and dey ave to feed em weird boyz every day to keep em from zogging everythin
Mebbe dey left 'im somewhere coz 'e wuz so bloody useless an' den forgot where it wuz, harr harr!
Yeah, where have you been you git? You and your brother said you were up for a game of inter-dimension rugby tonight, we've been waiting you lazy asses for the past hour.
My throne can zap demons, and guide my lads through space so they get to war in time. It's powered by a giant grinder full of human weirdboys. If you don't think that's the tightest shit then get out of my glorious face.
shaddap and listen ya stupid gitz fore I crump ya and ill tell ya
da khan workz like a giant weird stikk, he uses it to crump chaos boyz in da warp, like a never ending scrap, and one day, dat kill khans gonna zog up, and den he'll come back wit lods of dakka for a right proppa waagh.
In the grim darkness of the far future there is only war.... and pauldrons
ez so orky, he can crump us ere' and da spoikiez in da warp at da same time!
Ding is, he thinks de're a bigga threat dan us! We need to get a roight proppa waagh going and den we get to foight.
We are related to...this?
WE are the chosen of the Old Ones!
Orks stole bits of Imperial language and modeled their technology of it since probably at least the dark ages.
Any speculation on what the Krorks were like when it was mostly Eldar and Necron to fight?
They'd been speaking in parody Eldar (since Necron don't even talk) and using looted eldar and necron tech.
Oi you gitz! Ye're all in me crew now dat yer last boss got krumped by dem "inkwizishun snipers"
He's always up fer a fight but hez propa serious like a goff but more dan a goff.
Den there'z the humies wif big chests but for some reason they ain't in charge even though they'z bigga. I think they'z a secret weapon cuz you's can't just kick dem in the goolies like a normal humie.
>Oi 'ave nevah seen da Emperah wi' a propah hat on.
That's how big his hat is!
>Oi boyz, 'ow come dem purple kaos gits are always slamm' inta each udda wit their danglin' bits?
We has squishy bits for crumping, like this!
>Yu tink dat weez shud do it? Ya know, for da trainin.
YES, I can get you some squishy bits too!
Oi! Àng about! Da Emphra is wired up in `dis big shiny killa kan chair, right? Well, a propa`kan has wires to yur èad, right? So, if this big shiny killa kan chair is wired to ìs èad then... then da big shiny killa kan chair IS ìz hat! Zog me ! It all makes sense! THAT´S why è da humie Boss! Da biggest hat in da galaxy!
>"Oomans are pink and soft, not tough and green like da Boyz. They’z all the same size too – no big ’uns or little ’uns, so they’z always arguing about who’s in charge, ’cos there’s no way of telling ’cept fer badges an’ ooniforms and fings. Anuvver fing – when they do sumfing, they try to make it look like somfink else to confuse everybody. When one of them wants to lord it over the uvvers, ’e says “I’m very speshul so’z you gotta worship me”, or “I know summink wot you lot don’t know, so yer better lissen good”. Da funny fing is, arf of ’em believe it and da over arf don’t, so ’e ’as to hit ’em all anyway or run fer it. Wot a lot of mukkin’ about if yer asks me. An’ while they’z all arguin’ wiv each other over who’s da boss, da Orks can sneak up an’ clobber da lot."
According to Gorkamorka, yes:
>Like Orks, Gretchin who are mean, aggressive, surly and looking for a fight will increase in size, though at a much reduced rate. For the Grots working in Mektown and running with the mobs, the brutal repression by the Slavers and regular beatings ensure that no matter how experienced a Grot gets, he’ll always be a very pale shadow of an Ork. Rebel Grots, on the other hand, are positively encouraged to get angry and mean and consequently can get tougher than their ‘tamed’ cousins.
Pic related, a Rebel Grot Head Honcho in the middle, their equivalent to a Nob.
They'd probably just speak Orkish, like da Beast apparently does in those shitty recent novels. The Eldar language is apparently insanely complex and has like 17 different words for each concept depending on the mood, situation, social status, what you had for breakfast, etc.
Oi, ye gettin it all wrung 'ere! Da Emprah git aint no ordinary boss. He's da Boss! Look, every time we kurmp some of tho's 'umies git, they still come back fer more. Sceramin 'bout that Empra git and all. And when we krump thoes gitz good, and then go scrap ther citys derz alwayz sullz and otha gubbins for dis Empra git oi? Cuz da Emprah ain no ordinary boss. He's 'umie god of good ol' war! Senin' thos 'umiest fer proppa fight when they can't find one 'emslefs cuz they weak and pink and no orky at all. He's dakkind in dis wyrd wapr thing so he can't come and fight with his 'umies but he's still zogging in warp, fightin thoes kayoz gitz an their wyrd deamon things. Hez like Gork 'n' Mork but fer 'umies. Ye get it now? And if most of dem humiez (expect that bigger and spikier) fight fer him he'z gotta be a really big git.
Wurks on Orkses too.
>“We got some proper fightin’ in this time ladz! There’s piles of ded Humies out there all burnin’ up a treat and their fillin’ up the sky wiv black smoke which is a lot better than that zoggin’ whirly fing wiv faces in it. We had some fights wiv da Space Morons, fights wot the ladz wot fought on Armourgeddem sez was even better than the old days. And da Meks is happy playin’ wiv all da new scrap comin’ in. It’s good to be green, innit?
>Wot else… oh yeah da tellyporta. Da Humies really don’t like us nikkin’ their cities bit by bit and killin’ wots left. Ol’ Gabgrat is havin’ da time of his life breakin’ stuff and his ladz reckon he’s the Prophet o’ Gork or sumfing. There’s a lot of ’em, so I ain’t arguin’. But the Humies reckon they can take ’em, so they send in their Spaceboyz wiv their stupid coloured armour. Hundreds of ’em came outta da sky in dese big fings like metal versions of da roks wot Ghazghkull used on Armourgeddem. Zoggin’ copycats, wot’s wrong wiv a tank eh?
>Anyways each one of dese drop-fings has a mob of Humies or a Dred inside it, and da funny fing is, they aim fer Verdia, in da middle of Gabgrat’s armies! No wonder dey calls ’em Space Morons. But those red ’uns, Bleedin’ Hearts or sumfink, they know howta fight, especially da black ones. Thrukk reckons one of ’em bit out his froat and tried to drink his blud! Must be short of good beer up in orbit and ded firsty. Anyways they gave a good fight alright, blud and lumpsa flesh everywhere – soon even us greenskins woz wearin’ red. Makes yer go faster, dunnit. Maybe dat’s why some of da ladz went fer a bit of a run.
>So it’s been a good week’s fightin’, lads. Keep up da hard work and we’ll show Ghazghkull’s lot they don’t know nuffin about wreckin’ worlds!”
Why'z the humies own so many planets if dey's all so weak and small, huh? Why haven't we krumped da whole lot of 'em yet? Mebbe ol' Ghazghkull is right and da boyz dunno what dem's doing no more.
An' on 'ow many of dem planets can a boy 'ave a good scrap, eh? Stoopid 'umies 'ave tonz ov planets coz dey're muckin' about wif useless stuffs tryin' ta match us orkz, instead ov just doin' wot we're doin'.
Orks, why do you insist on using such sexist terminology to describe your species? As a race of sentient asexual fungus, must you really subscribe to such a masculinist worldview where you describe yourselves as "boyz"?
I can't read a goddamn single post in this entire thread
Didn't Aun'Shi cut a Warboss in half with his Honour Blade, and then pretty much kill the entire attacking Ork force by himself
Oh doz ones! Dey don't 'ave much ta say usually. Even when deys bein' torn apart.
Mabye iz da small 'eads. Deys jus' not smart 'noff ta feel pain. Zame thin' goz for dem space marinez, in my opinyn'.
Dat's wot I said!
Da gargantz are bodies fer gork'n'mork ya grot!
they get stealth, infiltrate, and move through cover for the same price as 'ard boys, which are still overpriced. It could be possible though to park them in some ruins at the beginning of the game and charge out at something later on.
Hell if you really feel like dumping the points they can even take a couple special weapons or a PK nob
Watsnik, it looks loik we'z got ourselves a kase!
Nice thread you chaps have here.
I'll just be taking it now.
Back away, xenos scum. This thread was voluntarily gifted to our chapter.
Nah, that's just his Chair, the Hat is what they put OVER it.
>But it's nuthin but teef.
I think the Tyranids beat you to it...
Humans calling other races slaves? How precious. I do hope your Inquisition does not hear of this little conversation you had with all these scary xenos.
Wut kind'a kwestjon's dat!? Gork and Mork beats da 'umie emperoar, den Mork, maybe Gork, krumps da ovver one...Or maybe da ovva way round. Yoo gotta ask one ov da orkologjanz bout dat un.
Da point bitz is dat just loike propa orkz mash da 'umies da godz krump da emperoar
How quantify truly big
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