| Those boring days for a moulder; Short little story ^^ | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 6th July 2006 - 11:02 PM (288 Views) | |
| Warwolt the disturbed assassin | 6th July 2006 - 11:02 PM Post #1 |
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D00M WH33L 1337 R1D3R
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The poor rat where dragged out from its cage, looking abnormally healthy for have been spending unknown long time under the leather-clad Skavens grip. A Moulder named Krabaw looked down on the creature and spat on it “Such beautiful creatures are none-not welcome, in-in the hall-halls of mutation!” Krabaw where in a very bad mood, and ordered the pack master to get rid of it, whom nodded whipped the raw material back into where it where to spend it short life until Krabaw felt to reborn the creature, together with the captured Gnoblar just next to him, who had ran out of curses in his simple langue to scream all he saw in this hell. Krabaw sighed deeply, he where bored. Very bored indeed, the tournaments in Marienburg had changed drastically as his Ratlinggun armed creature was ripped apart, as the engine had locked making his child unmovable. He continued walking up to an old mutation project, he paused some days ago; he had put in a Skryre-made pressure-chamber. He opened it, and looked upon the sleeping being in front of him. It was a Rat Ogre breed, and he felt he should make it scream a little more. The Horned Rat had blessed it, he was sure of it. While ordering a pack master to drag to his work board he wondered what new modifications he should give the breed. Muscles, that weren’t a problem. Those where enlarged together with the creature itself. He made a note to himself to add warp tokens to those body parts who felled behind the growth procedure. All on schedule, that’s the key to a perfect mutation! The brain… weren’t too much to worry about; the pain made it almost as mad the mutator itself. The tail maybe could be, no that wouldn’t be even thought to include… tough he could do something about that left hand, it looked liked it where to late to save it. At least he would get another scrap bit to add his bit-box. “When think-thinking of the-the bit box-box, why not go and take a look of what we could give him”. He leaved the bizarre thing chained to the desk, and moved into another room. This room seemed to be the “bit-box” as the large room was filled with many cages, Skryre pressure chambers, beholders and boxes of various stocked parts from the different landscapes he had bought or his hunters had returned with. Blades, of course! What he should give him is blades, and why only one paw? He would give his ogre three blades on each arm, “that should give him-him enough pain and-and slaying-ability to-to survive those blood-bloody tournaments!” He tested different designs on the blades, but stopped on some huge blades he had acquired during his long time as mutator, some of them where a little rusty, but that didn’t matter. He did take as many as he thought where needed, a lot that will say. He where on a little better mood now, as he returned to the desk and continued on his new killing machine! Screech filled the sewers of Marienburg, as the Horned Rat was gifted with another mighty servant. Krabaws seventy-fifth rat ogre. |
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Baanaaanaaaanaaaanaaanaaanaaaa For the Monkey Boy, Boys! | |
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| Bassik Dwarveripper | 7th July 2006 - 04:48 AM Post #2 |
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Cute
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| Demagorgon | 1st August 2006 - 08:53 AM Post #3 |
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Demaaaaargh
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Haha, converting a rat ogre the Clan Moulder way, like it
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| lashific the Dominator | 29th August 2006 - 04:09 AM Post #4 |
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kicking snow since IC 134
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cool story. im writing one about moulder to!! :lol: mines on a packmaster called "lashific the dominator" chec it out! fisrt page of many is shown at the mo! cheers |
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"Suffer not the witch to live" Ordo Hereticus army diary | |
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