Hive warfare.

I have seen some shit todayy

I can tell.

WHERE DID IT ALL GO WRONG! *Has a mental spooge*

I have orcs and goblins to paint.
I'm happy.

Cool conservative club

Conservative confederate club.

YESSS

Ooc : new internet chronicles! Christmas edition!

Ooc. /Makes perfect psykic phase combo to take down boss. Needs to roll at least 6 six out of 3 dicew, and its dead... Rolls two 1s and a two..../
I would headbutt the table in two if this happened to me...

OOC: that would be incredibly infuriating... And mildly hilarious

Especially since that boss has a 2+ save normally

whats this?

Was just watching some random batrep a few hours ago.

Was this 40k, fantasy what

40k. SM vs orkses

Ah right..Thought this was fantasy...considering thats cooler..

Cowmun wrote:

Ooc: at the moment, a extra guy might be better than a few extra guns.

I have two bullets....I need ammunition

Perhaps if you buy me some ammo blueprints and some machinery blue prints aswell as materiels I could manufacture you ammo

"Ammo could help" *magically were outside a gun store*

Mug him for his ammo

Shank him in his face and take all his ammo/guns/toasters

Robbing a gun shop would be really dumb... Because... Yknow... It's a gun shop

Who cares? Ollie won't kill you off just yet

Don't be so sure.

He probably will just because you said that

Darn

You saw through my plans

You non toaster fuckers

IC: As part of my supreme plan to become closer to the ominosiah, I leave a note on a table in the gang hide out saying exactly where I am going, to the mechanicum spire to learn the arcane knowledge of the machine cult and join them

Okay, roll to see if you can remember the spiralling catacombs and dark tunnels that will lead you there.
Or if you get lost.

The ominosiah guide my way!

The member 'Comrade Kitten' has done the following action : Challange Fate

'd20' : 15

You are very fortunate, as you vividly remember the old roads and tunnels there, passing many dreary civilians and denizens of the city.
As you enter the main city hanger, you see a sight that takes your breath away, for many miles up, the ceiling of this section of the ship can be vividly seen through the smog, stacks and hives going up to the ceiling and a few coming down like colossal rock formations.
You see the mechanicum spire, billowing smoke pipes being led through millions of wrapping tubes and rusty piping, being recycled and refiltered by unseen, ancient technologies.
Many stacks protrude from its colossal frame, millions of window lights making it look even larger.

"Ave deus mechanicus..."


I make my way towards the mighty structure

You push your way through the masses, poor, weak people trying to make a living; scavenging what they can to survive.
When you reach the spire, it's barred by 9 foot tall brass fences, topped with barbed wire and sharp sword like attachments.
There is one way in, a hunched, robed figure in a toll booth; long slender arms protruding from the dull red robes, wires sprouting from the decaying flesh.
His face is a empty void, only two red circles can be seen.

"Greetings, venerable techpriest"

He looks at you, his spindly fingers begin to tap at ivory keys, scrolls of binary pouring from a brass machine behind, making squealing ad screeching noises as automated quills begin to write out lots of useless information.

+greetings, what brings you here?+ it says in a static voice.

Hello?

"I wish to join the cult mechanicus, to receive the enlightenment of the machine god"

+might you hand me your wrist+ it says, it's voice soothing.

Does so

OOC: Btw I was having a massive shit before

Felt good

Lovely man, really

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Don't worry I was only joking

Don't hate me forever

I'm deleting you from my life 100%

Ooc: nice.

Ic: it raises a finger, the tip splitting open to protrude a needle, stabbing your wrist and taking a drop of blood, putting it into a little hole in the archaic computer.
+you may precede, the machine god watches us+ it says, blessing you as the large brass gates open with a dull roar.

OOC: BUt I value you as a friend raeven!

IC: I step through, awestruck

You see thick, blocky watchtowers, crudely built from ferrocrete and thick slabs of plasteel, automated cyborg watchers looking down at you as you pass.
You enter the lower level, power cables and hissing pipes everywhere, robed figures walking around hurriedly in masses, carrying large stacks of scrolls and data slates.

"Excuse me" I ask to a passing techpriest "Where would I go if I wanted to join the cult mechanicum?"

Nah m8, you told me about your bowel movements

But

Butt

BUTT BUTT

"I don't know, I'm just a scribe" he says, waddling off.
Behind a large, iron counter; a group of chattering servitors beckon you over.

"Ah, I apologise " That was to the scribe

I head over to the servitors

+identification required, name, age, blood type+

"Julius, 29, *Whatever bloody type is*"

+you may proceed, head towards elevator 2-9 to ascend to your workstation+ says the servitor in a blank, depressed voice, gesturing to a group of elevators to the right.