KRIMPMAZTA: Vol I

[Boer 35]

 

 

KRIMPMAZTA

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The ork many a year yonder, in his age of youth.

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A strange vapour travelled across the walls of Krugmar, among the the mighty orks, into the cavernous halls. The vapour of which sourced from a cigar across the capital. A gluttonous, grotesque ork donning the crimson enmalled armor of Clan Raguk, decorated with various medals and a peaked cap settling lightly atop his head, huffed out the smoke.

 

Exhaling, he looked upon the city of which he would enter. Behemouth walls sprawled over even the tallest Olog’s head. Thick, rotten smoke spyraling into the atmosphere. The degrading stench of industrialism infectious to his mind. A perfect place for a vermin such as him.

 

As of late, Eyeplucka’Raguk’s treasury had grown notably malnourished in size, little to no workers nor slaves brought him the delicacies he required to fufill his appetite. Eyeplucka hungered.

 

Because of this, the Ork stepped upon a podium of grand size, and spoke;

“Any o’ yous want to make a quick buck, I’s taking da mantle of Krimpmazta, leader of the notorious PSC, Pantheon Slaving Company! If lat gits wish to join me, come find Eyeplucka’Raguk da glutton, ya peep?”

 

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Props to Rin for writing.

Props to Wud for spellcheck/inspiration.