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woah says hedpoppa

+1, Does much more for the server whilst he's not a GM than every other current GM.

7 hours ago, pbuh said:

Tornado actually earned those kills while my side has to hack?

Tornado was also hacking big man. . . 

@pbuh

Damnit man. . . And I just got For Honor as well.

CORRUPTED

The city had been ruined; tainted by the corruption of war. It’s walls, desecrated. It’s surface plotted with magma and barbwire contorting into an ever-undeathly irritation to San’Kala’s inhabitants. Yet, a minor irritation still. The orks of Krugmar’s stubborn dignified code of life did not falter, however. It is in war when they strived.

Yet there was one of whom’s mind yearned for peace; sitting upon a golden throne, Eyeplucka’Raguk. His treasury laid before him; a room drowned with saturated gold. Jewels and various other riches dotted; the majority hidden beneath a curtain of minae.

He had spent his life collecting his obsession; the affection for his capital flourishing with each passing sun. Yet, it could all be taken away; away from his brothers, away from him . . .

Fleeting thoughts gnawed at his consciousness. His kin was of no importance to him, merely his arrogant greed. Under the disguise of nightfall, the ork blanketed the barrels of riches over his cart; the Myrzym of which had stayed loyal to Eyeplucka for a lifetime refusing the labour. Perhaps it had realized something he had not.

The Krimpmazta was fleeing; not in fear for himself but in love of his greed and ignorance of his brothers. The Road was long, and his journey awaited.

Eyeplucka trudged along the pathway; the mud beneath his frame filling up the crevices of his sabatons. Rain pounded against his backside; another weight placed atop his shoulders. Lightning illuminated the landscape; a great flash of terror and then, then a horn.

The marching Orenian trumpeteer at the Emperor’s heels. Eyeplucka sprung to the side; hastly beckoning the Myrzym to hide between the verdant foliage as a sizeable army marched on. Their faces long, and their ears longer. Fair; yet in the eyes of Eyeplucka, ratlike figures.

He had cowered for until long after the cohort passed; before only then peering out beneath his conspicious cover. A sigh washed over the Ork, yet no relief overcame him. The burden of the Gold, had all but dissipated. Realization dawned on Eyeplucka far too late; as the first trebuchet shot rang through the air like waves against the shoreline.

His glove grasped across the medals of which decorated his chestplate; tossing them into the mud. Eyeplucka descended onto his knees, cataracts zoned on his hands

He had abandoned his people, the blood of his blood. For what? Gilded material? Shards of earth? Greed and guilt swolled in his heart; a corrupted traitor. . .

https://i.gyazo.com/c72a4344c8d453491ae891a3666c4d14.mp4 

This warzone gave everyone good moments, was fun.

Eyeplucka'Raguk would sharpen his cleaver, chortling to himself. “Mi gon flat'z zom znotti gitz, ya peep?” 

Yeah bro we must cleanse these toxic peoples off our minecraftean servers 

Eyeplucka'Raguk smiles, hearing of the Orc's spiritual devotion.

bro doesn't an empire die in this movie? 

11 hours ago, Unwillingly said:

“I see a trend.” Cyrene comments, sipping on her apple juice. 

"Mi gon zteal lat's juicebox on da waghfield.”

"Da possessed King tremblin’ yet?” Asked Eyeplucka'Raguk THE GLUTTON whilst he slew Cankerousius Elfkisius the 3^rd. “Iurz-Ku!”

We’ll get you next time!

1 hour ago, Temp said:

I’d adjust it for a set number of emotes instead of a time limit. If the person on the receiving end of a meta rally just emotes *dodges or some variant, the attacker can just bail on the fight to save themself.

KRIMPMAZTA

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

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?”

Props to Rin for writing.

Props to Wud for spellcheck/inspiration.

The Krimpmazta, Eyeplucka’Raguk surveys the notice with intent, his golden teeth glinting as he smiled. 

TBA