AlRIGHT YO'Z GITZ I'M TIRE'D OF ALL DIS ERE MUCKIN ABOUT, NOW 'OWZ 'BOUT WE KRUMP DIS ERE IMPERIAL PLANET RIGHT AND PROPA LIKE, NOW 'HOZ WIT ME WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!
>>54379260
Uh, waa?
>>54379419
"Dis iz not gud."
>The big mek moves off the top of iz rokkit.
"Youz dere, pansy don't fink I can't see you dere, muckin about in my gubbins,"
"Wot do youz want?"
>>54379451
I'm- ah, I'm an ork boy... boss.
>>54379473
"And i'm da humies god finkin empra."
"Now boy, we'z gotta loot dis ere humie world so we'z can git off dis stinkin planet."
>He points to his creation.
"Gentla'orks BE'OLD DA FLYIN FING 3000."
>The large red rocket glistened in the planets arid atmosphere, around his hut various weapons and guns would lay about.
"Aight boy, pick up wun of doze fings down dere and give it a squeeze."
>̡́RI̴̡͘S̷E͢ ̧͘MÝ BRÓ̢T̵͢͞H̨E͘R̶͡S̡̛!͠͡
̴͡>̶PÙR̵GE̷͞ ̶T̡̧H̴E͞M̸͜!
D̢I̴̡E̛͞ ͜X͠ENOS̴̀!
>>54379632
"Foin, try dis one, right ere...OI WOT IZ DAT FLAMEY SPESS MEHREEN DOIN IN ME KAMP, WAAAGGGHHHH!!!!"
>The big mek teleports behind the astrastes, impaling him
>>54379659
"WAAAAGGHHH!!"
>The big mek throws the impaled marine into his squadmate.
>WAAAA̴ͬ̎̃ͯȂ̃Aͬͣ́Ả̞͍͈̙ͮ̀͊̐̚Ȃ̟͉̟͖ͨͫ̈́̽̾A̻̫̳ͤ͗ͦ̇̌̈A̧̡̰̩̞̹͓̾̾̉ͯ̚A̶͍̤̙̳̬̜ͤ̓́͘ͅA͉͕̞̐̈́̑̌́̐A͓̞͉͇̜̼͇͍̥̣̼͎̜̭̺̱̓̈͐̈́̍̎͌̓́͛̀͘͠ͅͅA̶͇̝̳̬̬͇̺̩̮͛̇ͫ̎͜͠͝͠Ą̷̵̛̣͇͖͕͉̑̎͌̃̐̋́͑̂̏̿ͪ͋̍̒͊͗́G͓̣̳͇̙̣̟͔ͫ̈̿ͫ̎ͮ̀Ȟ̸̤̖̘̥̞͔͓̤͙͈̦̪͖̙̣̤͌ͤͨ͞!̩͚̞͓͕̥̰͙ͪͫͪͬ̓̑ͨͦ̀ͯ̍ͭ̊͡
>>54379693
>Both Legionnaires stand back up, unphased by the wild Meks savage attack.
WE ARE ̡UŃEŅDING!̛
>>54379715
>The weirdboyz cry invigorates the big mek with the primal power of Gork or was it Mork?
"WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
>>54379761
>He fires his shoota at an nearby marine.
"STU'PID HUMIES DA ONLY FING UNENDED IZ MY BOOLETS!!"
>>54379777
>Bullets patter harmlessly against their fiery visage.
Y͠O̷U D͟IÈ!̛
>Bolters and Flamers level off at the Mek.
>>54379819
>The flames burn and singe the mek's green skin.
"OW HUMIE, DAT WUZN'T SUPPOSED TO HURT!"
"I suppose I'll 'ave to take a 'ook at me forfield."
>He holds his finger down on the trigger firing off more bullets from his glowing kustom shoota.
"DAKKA!! DAKKA!! DAKKA!!"
>One of the squad fades away.
[̛P̛U̧R͜GIN͝G CƠNTIN̢UE̸S]͞
̛[BOLT̕E͟RS ̢I̷ǸT͜ENS̷I̵FY̕]
[F̛L͟AM͡E̷R͞S C͢ON͝TÌNUE͡]̸
Well fuck
>fades into the shadows
>>54379950
"Datz more like it."
>The Mek stops firing, and surveys the surviving? marines.
"wun, fu, free... more humies to krump."
>He revs his powerklaw, it sparks to life a mess of machiery, one part saw, one part wench, all trouble for the problem at hand, or klaw in this case.
"Taste da powa of my fists flamin umies!"
>and swings it right into a space marine.
>>54380001
"Oi you'z best get back ere and elp yah bleedin pansy!"
Alright now dat dose humies are ded, in such a zoggin bootiful 'ay too, I kan git back to workin on my kunnin plan, and dis rokkit to get me da ell off dis planet."
>Hacks at ship with a wrench and powerklawz