Antarctic Termite

Hold my head, under the water / Take a breath, for the Father / Learn to love, lessons repeating / The chronicles are so misleading

Some general plans

Phiposting

Unused content

For all the weapons Jvan had hidden in chinks in the Horror’s armour- for all the bored days Jvan had spent fiddling with sidearms in their booth in the Senate- Jvan had never forgotten the original purpose of the war-engine: city killer, fortress cracker.

“There’s nothing to strike here, Jvan. No roads, no factories.” Ceeln heard the Horror clamp into place and the great ram wind back. “You cannot-”

The collision jerked

-Jvan and her pipe
-The Mercenary
-The Spirits of Sky City
-Malley at the Terrestrial Citadel
-Sable's childhood
-The Januaract, and the Januaires

Phi - awww, kids
Phi - FIX YOUR RELIGION
Phi - kill a man
Phi - Invest!
Phi - Orianaposting?
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Phi - Belvast
Phi - Missionaries
Phi - DREAM SUBTERFUGE

Tauga plans?

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Question for the group. Is there a current 'character owner' for throne-potato Lifprasil or can I include him in an upcoming post without retribution?

Are there any unspoken precedents I need to follow with Lif in his current state?

@Muttonhawk

to actually answer your question, hit up Poog on Discord. I can find him if you don't have his deets.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

throne-potato Lifprasil

@Muttonhawk

Holy shit, it took me decades to realise, but we've literally created the god-emperor of mankind.

Psyker? Check. Space marines? Check. Throne potato? Check. Crippled in personal combat with a rival divine figure? Check. Empire corrupted by sleazy fanatics that pay lip service to loyalty while running a parallel cult? Check.

it's time to stop

_{where am I and what am I doing? excellent question. I just finished exams for another few weeks, so I'll be looking at my options rather soon hopefully.}

Rug Raiders - 40k Ork RP using Roll for Shoes

@ClocktowerEchos I'd like to roll to krump some gits. What's the ob for smashing some of the boys around Adurk?

Rug Raiders - 40k Ork RP using Roll for Shoes

IT IS DONE

rip hat

We'll have to loot another one.

Rug Raiders - 40k Ork RP using Roll for Shoes

DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA

You spray that wily shit with everything you got, but your aim is of the Orkish persuasion. Which is to say, very bad.

Target: 6
Roll: 1

The Gretchin scurries away and hides under an ornamental skull. With the noticeable exception of its vital organs, you've obliterated everything in its general direction, including the hat.

Mother fucker.

...

>Improvise.

You construct an origami hat out of the nearest Imperial Writ. Look at me. I am the captain now.

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Do Anything (1)
Fight (1)

Failures: 2

Rug Raiders - 40k Ork RP using Roll for Shoes

I'd like to roll for slowing down the gretchin, please.

Rug Raiders - 40k Ork RP using Roll for Shoes

>be Krunkelfukk.

You have the sudden and overwhelming desire to run over a dog with a grey SUV.

>have goals.

You heard there was opportunity here for some fuckin' sport, namely ramming an Imperial vessel into an orbital station and stealing their rugs. That's what rug trading is, right? Something like that. Well, all dreams gotta start somewhere.

Of course, it's not like you haven't dipped your toes into the occasional orky start-up somewhere or other...

>roll proceeds from running a Gretchin brothel.
Roll: 2
Counter: 3

Yeah, that didn't go too well. It's not that the Gretchin weren't willing and able, or that the Orks weren't curious enough (or gay enough) to try. It's just that, in order to be a savvy matron, your customers have to, y'know, actually have dicks.

Curse you and your implied lack of genitalia, Games Workshop! Where am I supposed to get my crack shipping fix now?

In any case, you are DEAD BROKE. If you're gonna get back into venture capitalism, you're going to have to acquire some capital.

Here's a Gork-given opportunity now.

>take potshot at the Gretchin.

This'll slow 'em down.

Of course, when it comes to Orks, a potshot is never singular.

DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA

Rug Raiders - 40k Ork RP using Roll for Shoes

>Create character: Ork
>Roll gender
Do Anything: 2
Do Anything (counter): 1
>...S-success?

Your name is MADAME KRUNKELFUKK.

You're here to DRINK WINE and COMPLAIN TO THE MANAGER.

>Roll clan
Clan: 2

You belong to the EVIL SUNZ clan. Your ROAD RAGE is UNPARALLELED.

It is said that all orks are in fact fungus, emerging from a wart in the ground that has had a soul belched into it by Mork (or maybe Gork). With no readily apparent sexual characteristics above the mycelial level, it is said that orks are genderless, and universally known as 'boyz'. It is said that you once seduced an Imperial Guardsman so hard that he exploded into a fine mist of red fluid and disgust.

At least one of these facts is true. You're not sure which ones. Who cares. _{fucking guardsman wouldn't have appreciated you anyway.}

The point is, you are the galaxy's first ORK GURL. You look like an AGING MATHS TEACHER POORLY COPING WITH A MID-LIFE CRISIS, which is to say, PRETTY MUCH LIKE ANY OTHER ORK, BUT WITH LIPSTICK. Your anatomy is NORMAL. Your temperament is BITTER. Your necklace is TACKY.

You're here to FUCK SHIT UP.

Basically this, but the ork version

Character Sheet

Name: Madame Krunkelfukk
Clan: Evil Sunz

Dossier: Born on a world formerly occupied by the Adeptus Administratum. Emerged directly into the wig of a long-dead judge. Has not taken it off since.

Abilities:

• Do Anything 1
• Attack 1

Items:

• Ork Ragz (Wig, Lipstick, Glasses, Tacky Necklace)
• Shoota

Extra Notes: She's beautiful on the inside. She's beautiful to me.

WoD P:tH - Perfect

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^{Monday — Morning — Athletic Field}

Kat didn't need to knock himself out. The sudden attention just about did that for him. It was mostly negative, or at least abrasive, but he stood his ground, for just about long enough. Chester's execution grated on him, but he was more than grateful for his presence. When his 'thanks' went a-mumbled and unheard, Kat raised a fist, which Chester bumped instinctively.

"You lost your phone," he said, spinning it out of his pocket. That seemed to be the only reason he was here, until now.

Kat had never spoken to either of the boys, but he knew they included one Seong, a smug fellow who complained a lot about sportsball for someone that good at it. The other seemed to be his tagalong. Well, the more the merrier.

"Are you coming?" he asked the forlorn girl. Seong, who had a rain jacket, seemed content to stand around 'til whenever. Chester was already over the fence, and halfway across the road. "You should come. We're going to get some rain gear. It's only going to get worse." He looked across to Chester, who was waiting under a sparse tree. "Or you could go inside," he said, hoping she wouldn't. But it was her choice to make, in the end, and better than standing around.

Seong's friend had eloped roadwards. Kat ducked away to the fence. Seong gave him a friendly shove on the butt when his arms were too skinny to throw himself over the wire the way Chester had. Thanks, Seong.